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creativecupcake · 4 months ago

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The Cult of the Human

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Hey guys, welcome to my new series. Remember this is Yandere Twisted Wonderland. This will go yandere pretty quick unlike my other series. This series was inspired by the Humans Are Extinct AU from @kiame-sama. Her writing kicks as so I encourage you all to go read her stuff. Feel free to message me about my stories, I have SO much fun getting to talk characters and world building. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A World of Freedom and Fear

The feeling of dread had been growing in her stomach since she had woken up. Colette was used to a bit of anxiety, but this was different. The rope slowly tightening around her throat, fire ants crawling beneath her skin and making it crawl with uneasy heat. She gripped the golden collar around her neck, the usual comfort it gave her nowhere to be found.

The heirloom was one of two ancient items passed down the BonChaton family for generations. Handed down to the ladies of each generation. Colette had been so touched when her grandmother had passed it on to her, especially considering her…unique family situation. The necklace had felt like a lifeline after her grandmother’s passing and her brothers leaving the house. But today it felt like a weighted chain circling her neck.

The necklace had been passed down alongside a sister item, a golden pair of earrings with pink gems. The two items had been passed down to the two ‘heads’ of the family. When the news broke that great aunt Marguerite had passed the family had gathered. Since that day Colette had an unusual feeling of dread, as if some horrible incident was coming. When her brothers had arrived back home they had assured her she had just been worried about the funeral, but that wasn’t it. She was so sure that something more was going on, that this feeling was a warning, an omen.

When Aunt Marguerite’s will had been read, the sense of doom seemed to slam down on her chest more than ever before. Marguerite had seemed to agree with her sister in passing down her own heirloom to Colette, saying that there were ‘no other ladies born into the family’. One of her hands unconsciously toyed with the new earrings dangling from her hair. They were lovely, golden vines with a few pink gems, and a large pink gem shaped like flowers. Colette had loved them since she had seen them when she was little, but having them felt unnatural.

Her brothers had seen her expression upon receiving them and decided to take her out for a ride and a small outing. Sighing, she decided to not let this dreadful anxiety stop her from having fun with the twins. Regardless of what comes they would always support her and help her face what comes together. That thought helped take some of the pressure off her shoulders as she made it to the stairs.

All thoughts left her mind though as she felt hands grip her shoulders and send her tumbling forward. Arms stretched out trying to catch herself, only to feel her left wrist crunch as she landed and rolled over. Next her head hit the stair as she heard a scream off in the distance. Reaching the bottom of the stairs she didn’t feel pain really, just an odd numbness as she felt her eyes close. All she could think was that she was sorry that she couldn’t spend one last day with the twins.

When she opened her eyes she was shocked-how was she opening them? She wasn’t in a hospital, or her home, it was some odd ethereal void full of mist and lights. It was beautiful but did this mean-

“You aren’t dead my dear little one,” a woman’s rich, thundering voice interrupted her thoughts. Spinning around Colette tried to find where the voice was coming from, but the mist seemed to be too thick to really see through.

“Oh~! Look at her, what a pretty little thing isn’t she Grimhilde?” A different woman’s voice seemed to chuckle as shapes began to form in the fog.

“I will admit that lovely copper hair and striking blue eyes are lovely,” a third voice agreed. “But her smaller stature and plump nature give her more of an endearing air.” Finally a set of seven figures seemed to float through the fog.

Colette’s breath caught in her throat at the sheer allure of the figures before her. They had such striking beauty in their features, but what truly drew her focus was their monstrous features.

“Y-your-”

“Yes, I believe your world calls our kind fables,” the taller man with sun-kissed skin said, slithering forward. The snake tail slithering behind him was a lovely iridescent black with red patterns. “We attempted to send your ancestors to a safe world.”

“I’m sorry sent?” Poor Colette was so confused. Earth had so many myths and legends of monsters, and now she was seeing some in front of her?

“Yes,” the first voice she heard spoke up, drawing her attention to a gorgeous woman with sharp features and giant dragon wings. “Long ago humans lived amongst the other species of our world, but a human in my hoard had a vision of their extinction.” Her words seemed mournful and the others seemed to be taken by a sense of despair. “Humans generally were never magically gifted, but we had seen in rare instances unique ones found themselves with a gift, usually related to visions and divination.” The dragon woman stepped forward, circling poor Colette who finally realized just how giant she was.

“Maleficent, babe, I believe the lil dumpling may feel more comfortable if we introduce ourselves instead of just dumping information on them.” A man spoke up, taking Colette’s attention away from Maleficent. He had strong features, razor sharp teeth smiling at her as she took in his more unique traits. The thing that caught her eye first was his bright, blue, flaming hair. It was gorgeous and highlighted the crown on his head along with his almost translucent blue skin and striking gold eyes.

“YES! Rules dictate that we must be good hosts to our little guest!” A rather plump woman spoke up, her voice rich with warmth as well as an underlying authority. “I am the Queen of Hearts. A leader of fairies and lesser fae. I brought my kind and many other nature spirits together under my laws.” She seemed to literally beam with pride at the mention of her rules, a once hidden pair of gossamer wings fluttering behind her. “But you, my dear child, may call me by my name, Cordelia.”

“Yes my dear Cordelia, such unique rules. Though I will compliment the beauty of your kingdom, no one else had such perfect flora.” A beautiful woman cut in, clawed hand resting on the Queen of Hearts shoulder. Colette lost her breath looking at the woman’s mesmerizing beauty. Deep raven hair gave way to actual raven wings, a hidden iridescence making the feathers look like jewels. “I am Queen Grimhilde, I ruled over a queendom of beauty and experimentation.” The queen’s eyes glanced over Colette’s body, making the poor girl worried that she looked a mess. “A lovely shade of pink, it compliments your hair and natural blush.”

“Oh dear Hildie, I think you’ve made her shy,” a gruff woman’s voice chuckled. Colette jumped as a tentacle wrapped around her waist, pulling her into another body. “Such a soft little thing,” a hand squished her cheek and turned her to see a large woman towering over her. “I am Ursula my dear, the ruler of the beings of the sea. I built my rule around fair deals and bargains.”

“Now, now Ursula,” Colette squeaked as something snatched her from Ursula’s hold, finding herself swaddled in a mass of coils. “Of course the first human to return to us would be soft,” The snake man smiled down at her, revealing giant fangs the size of her fingers. “I am Jafar, tifli, the ruler of the deserts and many of its unique creatures. My lands focused on learning all we could about the future and the past.” Jafar suddenly leaned in, fingers carding through her hair. “If only we had taken learning about you wonderful humans more seriously.” He seemed regretful, looking at her like a long lost friend.

“Oh do stop going on and on about the past,” a new voice lazily drawled. What looked like a giant lion sluggishly got up, slowly revealing a…liontaur? A massive lion, bigger than any back in her world, with the top half of a man where the lion’s head should be. “The cub doesn’t need to hear you blathering on.” The lion smirked at her, giving her a clearer view of his fur and main. It was incredible to see a metallic sheen on the fur, a deep golden color, even the large black main seemed to be metal.

“Like you can talk you lazy old cat,” Jafar sneered, though he didn’t seem too upset as he released Colette from his coils.

“Lazy,” the lion scoffs, his striking green eyes glancing down at Colette. “I am Scar, I lead the creatures of the savanna and grasslands.” He kept his introduction short as he laid back down near her, his predatory gaze never leaving her form.

“Not even hyping up his own kingdom, what a lazy bag-a-bones.” The fire haired male grumbled as he stepped forward. “Hey there, Hades, how ya doin?” he introduced himself, leaning down to take her hand. “Been keeping an eye on your world when we could,” his fingers playing with one of her earrings. “Title’s technically Lord of the Dead, but I ruled over most of the ‘spooky’ creatures of the world. Will-o-wisps, banshees-” a quick glance was sent to a rather unhappy Grimhilde. “Revanents, most any and all creatures deemed to deal with death and the afterlife. Really get a bad reputation, but most of them are rather harmless.” Hades waved a dismissive hand as Jafar scoffed. “And you already know the big queen herself,” he turned the attention back to a rather grumpy looking Maleficent.

“Yes, as Hades so kindly put it,” a glare shot at the Lord of the Dead who just giggled and backed away. “I am Maleficent, the Thorn Fairy, queen of the Fae. I brought together many of my higher fae brethren and the creatures of the forest and valley we reside.” Maleficent seemed to glide across the space, her sheer aura more intimidating than all the others. Colette froze as the giant woman kneeled before her, gently cupping her face as she looked at her like a lost child. “It is so good to finally have my hoard return to me.”

Colette’s mind was spinning, her world utterly turned upside down. Part of her wondered if this was all just some dying dream meant to comfort her. But this was too…strange. It felt so real, but so foreign, so outside of herself, but also so natural.

“I-I am Colette BonChaton,” she performed in instinct, gaining some pleased looks from those around her. “I’m sorry, I just, I have so many questions.” She tried to grasp at one of the many fevered thoughts flying through her mind, so many rushed emotions vying for attention. The larger than life figures gave her looks of sympathy, knowing that the young lady had been through a lot in the mere moments she had been there.

“Unfortunately our time is limited.” Maleficent’s tone was soothing as she and the others seemed to settle around Colette. “Long ago humans were one of the first beings of our world to escape the feral nature. They along with some Fae and the earliest elementals gained a clear view of the world and left the wilderness of the mind.”

“Though humans had little to no magic of their own they had unique abilities in our world.” Jafar picked up the tale, his eyes filled with delight as he discussed the history of their world. “Humans had the ability to bring out the best in any and all other species, both wild and aware. An odd knack for nurturing the strength in magic users and taming the fiercest of beasts.”

“Truly they were able to refine the rawest beauty into the finest jewels,” Grimhilde sounded so mournful, her face still as stone but her eyes held unspoken sorrow. “Many an uneducated beast looked down on humans due to their lack of magic, claiming them lesser beings. Some even hunted humans for…one reason or another.” Everyone seemed to sneer and bristle at the mention, clear disgust and rage painting their expressions.

“Regrettably, many of my brethren thought our ties to nature, to the wild made us superior.” Scar grumbled, sitting up to look at Colette with remorse. “Though humans made the tools, the knowledge, the paths we followed out of the dark of our beastly nature, some still saw humans as uncivilized prey.” The fur on Scar’s back stood on end as he snarled out the words, his eyes glazing over as if taken by the memory.

“Yes! But we put rules in place!” Cordelia boomed, her face red with anger. “As we organized our peoples, set up kingdoms and queendoms to protect them from the vicious beasts still in the savage lands, we brought humans under our protection!”

“But it was never enough,” Ursula’s voice was hollow, a sound of heartbreak and tears lacing her tone. “We could not keep them, like some kind of pet, though we tried to get them to stay in our territories.” She laughed, the sound of a sob hiding in between. “Oh but humans made up for their lack of magic, didn’t they Hades?”

“Oh don’t even get me started on it woman. Tools, tricks, trades. They could teach even the Sea Witch herself about the art of deals-” Ursula cackled as many of the others smiled. “Humans came up with so many ideas that most of us didn’t even consider since we would just rely on magic. And don’t get me started on humans fighting, they put our ancient ‘instincts’ to shame with their ferocity.”

“But, that all changed one day-”

The mood shifted swiftly as Maleficent spoke. The once wistful remembrance took on a somber chill.

“As we’ve said most humans had no magic, but a handful in the century would be gifted with a small boon. In my hoard,” Maleficent paused, seeming to steel herself as her body shuddered with unheard sobs. “One of my dear humans was blessed with the gift of sight. She came to me in tears, having seen a dreadful future. The death of all humans, and our world thrown back to the savage nature we had developed passed.” Maleficent’s voice dropped out, seeming to choke on the very memory.

“Thankfully dragons are very protective of their hoard, and Maleficent took her human’s words to heart,” Hades sighed, running his hand down his face as he seemed to age a millennia. “We…took a moment of convincing I hate to admit,” many of the others made reluctant sounds of argeance. “But we worked together, to open a rip in space to another world, safer for our humans.”

“We each sent a handful through,” Jafar added, his tail reaching out for Colette unconsciously as he thought of his own humans. “It broke our hearts to send them away, bonds with humans have always been more intense than that with even our own kind. But we had to take their safety into account.”

“Right you are Jafar! We made sure to take the situation seriously and went to try and make plans to prevent the future that poor human foresaw.” Cordelia bristled, clearly worked up with how her wings fluttered. “But we didn’t get to complete anything!”

“Did it take too long? It sounds like a big issue that takes more than a lifetime,” Colette gently questioned, bringing laughter to the old rulers.

“Oh, you dear, sweet, human,” Grimhilde’s saccharine tone sounded like a parent talking to a young child. “Many of us are closer to immortal as a species,” Maleficent, Hades, Scar, and Ursula posed with pride. “Or strengthened our magic enough to be near immortal.” Jafar, Cordelia, and Grimhilde herself took the stage.

“She’s right,” Hades admitted. “Even most monsters that aren’t immortal usually outlive a human lifetime. But that’s also what led humans to innovate so quickly.”

“But then, if you were practically immortal, what happened? Why are we here?” Colette questioned as she hugged Jafar’s tail, to the snake’s delight.

“We were betrayed.”

Cordelia’s usual booming voice sounded so wounded and meek. The others seemed to turn away, remembering the sting of betrayal themselves.

“We were lucky that Jafar and Ursula planned ahead and tethered us to this realm before we sent the humans off,” Scar huffed.

“And that Maleficent and Hades were willing to share some of their power to aid the younger of us,” Jafar noted.

“We trusted those in our care and now they try to tear the world apart.” Ursula growled as she remembered the few glimpses they had gotten of their kingdoms.

“That is where you come in my child.” Maleficent soothed, her hands gently playing with Colette’s golden jewelry. “I gifted these trinkets to my human before she left, and gave orders for their care.” The atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten as the others stared at the small human with care. “They have led you here and will help you in our world as they channel our beings and will give you a weapon to aid you.”

“We-weapon!? I don’t know how to use a weapon, let alone fight!” Colette’s anxiety shot up, as she thought about being dropped in a foreign world.

“Fear not little cub, you will learn,” Scar purred, reaching out a hand the pet the girl’s hair. “We will lead you to our descendants, or those we believe to honor our spirits the best. You will find guardians and allies.”

“But what about-”

“We do not have much time left, tifli. You were meant to return to our world, and help save it from those who wish to drive us back into our wilder ways.”Jafar calmly laid a hand on her shoulder.

“And you won’t be alone,” Maleficent gathered everyone’s attention. “A new species is gaining their freedom from the wild. The first of their kind to gain sight. We were not able to complete many of our plans before our demise, but we tied them to you for your return. Just as many of us had companions and familiars . All you have to do is call to them. They will be your truest companion in this world, above any other.”

Colette opened her mouth to ask another question when the world seemed to suddenly darken, she could barely make out the others just a few feet from her.

“You are waking up my little rose,” Cordelia sighed, hating that their time with the human was ending.

“But, I have so many questions! I can’t do this alone!” Colette cried out, her voice seeming to echo as it felt like the world began to stretch and warp.

“You are never alone my little treasure,” Maleficent’s voice could barely be heard. “We are always watching, even if you can not see us.” Their figures were slowly swallowed by an inky blackness, Colette just managed to hear the last bit of advice the dragon fae gave her before the world went silent.

It was devastatingly silent, and dark, and cold. It was a miserable feeling of being truly and utterly alone that Colette woke up to. The weather was overcast, a frigid rain cutting to the bone. Sitting up she felt deep aching pains from her wrist, her head, her neck, even one of her legs. Her body felt broken like a porcelain doll, a reminder that her fall had been real, even if the physical proof was gone. She should be happy to be alive, but she was separated from the only people to genuinely love her.

Tears poured from her eyes as she forced herself to stand up on wobbly legs. She was deep in a forest, no sound other than the rain, but she could feel the eyes. Eyes from every direction staring at her with hunger, curiosity, bloodlust. She was not safe. Nothing around her but the ruins of what looked like an old castle not too far off. It was nothing much, but it may be enough to keep alive through the night.

Slowly, cautiously, she began to trudge on, her mind finally starting to catch up with the situation. It ran wild with thoughts, she could feel the noose around her neck tightening once again. But now she had no brothers to sooth her fears, no warm bed to hide in, she could not break. So she did the only thing that she could, sing the old lullaby that had always soothed her as a child.

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“Come little children, I’ll take the away. Into a land of enchantment.” The unnatural silence of the forest made her voice echo, reaching the ears of many a creature, big and small.

“Come little children, the times come to play. Here in my garden of shadows.” If she hadn’t been so focused on easing her own racing heart and reaching her goal she would have noticed the black bird whistling in tune. It slowly took flight after her, keeping her in sight as another quickly flew into the distance.

“Follow sweet children I’ll show the the way, through all the pain and the sorrows.” So lost in her own mind Colette did not hear a voice echoing her own song back to her in curiosity.

“Weep not poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.” A branch snapped in the distance as creatures began to follow their magicless prey.

“Hush now dear children, it must be this way. Too weary of life and deceptions.” Colette shuddered as she finally arrived at one of the castle walls, just as monsters began to pour from the trees after her.

“Rest now my children,” she nearly collapsed as she managed to climb over a piece of rubble, trying to give her some distance.

“For soon we’ll away. Into the calm and the quiet.” The black bird began to whistle again, flying lower as it watched many of the feral beasts begin to close in on the maiden. Collete choked back silent sounds as the world began to slowly spin, the fear and exhaustion slowly draining her body. The song, oddly enough, the only thing tethering her mind to the present.

She just managed to get inside one of the broken down walls when her legs finally gave out. Too worn and too choked with overwhelming dread to even try and escape the creatures just a few feet from her.

“Come little children, I’ll take the away,” her voice wavered as her eyesight began to fade. She could scarcely make out a grey and blue shape rushing in front of her, keeping the beasts at bay.

“Into a land of enchantment,” her voice grew weaker as the energy drained from her. In her weakened state all she could see was a gorgeous wave of bright glowing blue engulf the world. It was so beautiful she could only imagine that she was dreaming.

“Come little children, the times come to play-” a yawn cuts her off as her eyes finally fell closed, a warm weight settling against her chest.

“Here in my garden of shadows.” A male's voice takes over as any and all remaining monsters scattered.

Three figures rushed through the forest, having been alerted by one of their scout birds. Beasts of the wild, both magical and not fled from them. Making it to the castle they were met with an odd sight, their liege smiling quite wistfully. The normal rain and looming clouds that had followed them the last month were nowhere to be seen.

“Lilia! I have found the oddest creature. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” The younger two had never seen their master this energetic. Lilia, though, felt nostalgic, like seeing the young boy he had once raised.

“Oh?” Lilia chuckled, wanting to see what had excited his charge. “Show me what you have found. All Silver’s bird could tell us is that a ‘songbird was approaching the castle.’”

They followed past the ruin’s walls, finding a body curled up on the ground, a small beast upon their chest.

“I’ve never seen a creature like her before, what is she, father?” The silver haired centaur questioned.

“Is she a danger to our liege?! I shall take her away immediately!” The youngest of them growled, worried that the sweet scent rolling off her was a trap. But Lilia stood in shock, his stiff stature worrying the others. Finally he began to stumble forward, his wide eyes refusing to leave the girl’s body.

“This is no creature, no beast. This is a blessing, one whom I thought had been wiped from this world.” He gently cradled her face, earning a cry and a swipe of claws from the pint-sized critter that desperately clung to her. The others stepped forward, curious at Lilia’s words. “What you have found, Malleus, is a human.”

And there is the first chapter! Hope you guys had fun reading! I’m curious to see if anyone can figure out Colette’s inspiration as her family is (loosely) based on a Disney film.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x oc #twisted wonderland x oc #Thanks Kiame-sama for the inspiration!#monster au #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x oc #yandere character #Cult of the Human AU #Youtube

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ender1821 · 8 months ago

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.... gempearl enjoyers, after the Time we've just gone through, i think it's time to ask the question...

Which gempearl interaction has been the most unhinged so far?

Yep! I'm pitting 80 moments, from whatever the hell they have going on in the life series to their shenanigans in hermitcraft, against each other to find out which moment is the most unhinged! Because dear god have we all wondered why they're Like That

For the full list used in this tournament, click here!

Current phase: FINISHED!!! (…or is it?)

To narrow down the options, all the entries are going to first be randomly split into 16 groups (groups of 5), which are then put into separate polls as a preliminary round. Afterwards, the 16 most-picked option of each poll will be seeded into a bracket style tournament!

Special thanks to@/woagopossum for helping me figure out the specifics of the tournament!! And also, just to clarify, this is all for some silly fun. Not meant to be anything serious at all

Links to all polls and the resultant bracket below:

Round 1: Preliminary Purge

(I’m spreading out the posting of each poll, so this will be updated as they’re being posted)

Group 1

Group 2

Group 3

Group 4

Group 5

Group 6

Group 7

Group 8

Group 9

Group 10

Group 11

Group 12

Group 13

Group 14

Group 15

Group 16

Round 2

And here we have the official bracket, generated from the 16 winners of each poll! Once again, the seed has been randomised, and here’s the remaining contenders and their matchups:

1 - Pearl: “Can I get a taste of Gem? (…) Just a lil bite!” v. 16 - Gem: “Naked with a salmon head. Can’t wait to see the fanart of that”

8 - Gem: “I love the way you say no, I just wanted you to say that more” v. 9 - Gem: “You’re such a weirdo, I love you”

5 - Gem: “—you really gotta get on it, because Pearl is thirsty!” v. 12 - Pearl: “Love you, Gem. Always will, even when you say no. Even if you don’t, I’ll still be there”

13 - Gem’s reaction to Pearl’s invite for some “murdering and maiming” v. 4 - Gem tells Pearl to put on a cheerleading outfit

3 - Gem: “Oh, but I love when you’re pathetic! It’s cute!” v. 14 - Pearl’s marriage proposal to Gem

11 - Pearl: “You got ants in your pants”/Gem: “Yeah, they’re named Pearl” v. 6 - Gem waking up in Pearl’s bed with no explanation

7 - Pearl: “She’s in the noodles!”/Gem: “Wow…I love Pearl’s noodles” v. 10 - Gem: “I know my Pearl noises anywhere”

15 - Gem: “I just like asking you stuff and seeing how flustered you get” v. 2 - Pearl: “Two women in a hot tub, just chilling”/Gem: “It’s not pride month yet”

Round 3

The bracket has been updated! Here’s the remaining contenders and their matchups:

16 - Gem: “Naked with a salmon head. Can’t wait to see the fanart of that” v. 8 - Gem: “I love the way you say no, I just wanted you to say that more”

12 - Pearl: “Love you, Gem. Always will, even when you say no. Even if you don’t, I’ll still be there” v. 13 - Gem’s reaction to Pearl’s invite for some “murdering and maiming”

3 - Gem: “Oh, but I love when you’re pathetic! It’s cute!” v. 6 - Gem waking up in Pearl’s bed with no explanation

10 - Gem: “I know my Pearl noises anywhere” v. 15 - Gem: “I just like asking you stuff and seeing how flustered you get”

Round 4

16 - Gem: “Naked with a salmon head. Can’t wait to see the fanart of that” v. 12 - Pearl: “Love you, Gem. Always will, even when you say no. Even if you don’t, I’ll still be there”

3 - Gem: “Oh, but I love when you’re pathetic! It’s cute!” v. 10 - Gem: “I know my Pearl noises anywhere”

FINAL ROUND

16 - Gem: “Naked with a salmon head. Can’t wait to see the fanart of that” v. 10 - Gem: “I know my Pearl noises anywhere”

BONUS ROUND

Gem: “I forget that you’re…straight” v. Gem: “I know my Pearl noises anywhere”

#oh also. this whole thing definitely views them as more romantic-coded so no maintagging #gempearl #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #unhinged gempearl moments tourney #life series spoilers #wild life spoilers #(for WL finale spoilers - i wont spoiler tag once its been a week)#mcyt

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mydearestbeloved · 8 months ago

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Chapter 21 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

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Jinwoo watched you closely as he and his shadows continued their meticulous task of destroying the ant eggs and any stragglers still lurking in the nest. His soldiers, as efficient as ever, moved like an unstoppable tide, bolstered by the shimmering aura of your butterflies. Among the usual flurry of colors, Jinwoo's attention was drawn to one distinct silver—the butterfly that previously hovered near Hunter Cha, never straying far.

He frowned slightly, wracking his brain.

What was its name again? Till? No, that’s not it. Trix? Close, but no. Tick-tack-toe? Wait, what the hell? How does she even remember all of their names in the first place?" He huffed quietly, shaking his head.

He saw you gently cradle the silver butterfly in one hand, a soft smile gracing your lips as the other hand rummaged through your inventory. With practiced ease, you summoned several items that floated around you, suspended in midair. Jinwoo recognized the shimmer of a polished silver gem and the ornate design of a potion bottle filled with liquid that shifted hues between vibrant purple and fiery orange-yellow. The faint golden glow illuminated the items as if presenting them like treasures.

To his surprise, the objects dissolved into a flurry of white butterflies—tinier, ethereal creatures that resembled particles of light more than living beings. They swirled around the silver butterfly before settling into the air above the ground in front of you. Jinwoo squinted as the radiant light seemed to change shape.

When the glow subsided, he found himself staring at a kneeling figure—a woman clad in a ensemble of black and white. The design was elegant and sleek, resembling the human form Red had taken when Jinwoo first met her, yet distinct in its details. The most noticeable feature was the overlay of silver butterfly wings extending behind her, creating an effect akin to an outer skirt or flowing coattails.

Jinwoo watched as you reached out and patted the woman’s head with a fond smile.

“You’ve done well, Trick,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth.

Ah, so that’s its—her name, Jinwoo mused, filing it away in his memory.

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Later, you watch as Jinwoo summoned the former Ant King and officially welcomed him into his legion by bestowing upon him the name Beru. The newly minted shadow bowed before his master with a deep sense of reverence, his antennae twitching in anticipation.

As you approached, Jinwoo nodded at you in acknowledgment—a subtle greeting that you returned with ease—then turned back to the task of coordinating his soldiers. To your surprise, however, Beru bowed deeply in your direction.

You raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity passing over your face. “Why do you bow to me?” you asked, your tone calm but inquisitive. “I’m not your master, nor was I the one who defeated you.”

Beru straightened slightly, his antennae twitching as if considering how best to respond. “I can feel,” he began, his voice measured and polite, “that My Liege already holds My Lady in the highest regard.” His antennae twitched again, as if punctuating the statement, and you caught the faintest shimmer of admiration in his glowing eyes.

You blinked, taken aback. Sure, some of your children called you as such, but the title “My Lady” straight from Jinwoo’s shadow soldiers was brand new, and the way Beru said it carried an odd mixture of respect and familiarity. Is this something Jinwoo instructed, or is it something Beru decided on his own? you wondered.

Though you had read the manhwa, you were unused to this side of Beru—polished, deferential, and subdued. Was it because he’s only just been awakened as Jinwoo’s soldier? you thought. You remembered how in the manhwa, Beru often showered Jinwoo with flowery praises and dramatic declarations. This version of him, freshly reborn, was a bit different.

You were about to question Beru further, curiosity piqued, when a sudden flash of silver and hints of orange-yellow entered your vision.

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"Is she… hissing at him?" Jinwoo asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing in disbelief as the odd scene before him unfolded. His gaze flickered from the silver-haired woman—your butterfly, Trick, now manifest in her humanoid form—to the tall figure holding her aloft like a squirming misbehaved cat.

Red, your other butterfly and Trick’s elder sister in a way, stood impassively, her expression unreadable as always. The height difference made the whole situation look absurdly comedic. Trick’s thrashing, her hands clawing at the air and her feet kicking, only added to the spectacle.

"She’s definitely hissing," you confirmed with a sigh, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. The frustration in your voice betrayed how accustomed you were to such antics.

Jinwoo’s gaze flickered back to Beru, who stood behind him with his head slightly cocked to the side, the faintest wisps of black mist curling off parts of his neck. Trick's claws—or whatever equivalent her humanoid form had—had evidently done a number on the Shadow Ant. Her orange-streaked yellow eyes glowed with such intensity that Jinwoo couldn’t help but wonder if she was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. If Trick had chosen to use a beast-like form instead of this human one, Jinwoo imagined she’d be foaming at the mouth by now, her silver hair—fur? Whatever—would be bristling, her fangs bared, and perhaps a low growl vibrating through the air.

"Honestly, it’s like dealing with squabbling children." you muttered under your breath, though your gaze softened as it landed on Trick. The bond you shared with your "children" made their emotions as transparent to you as an open book. You knew Trick’s rage wasn’t born of whimsy—it had a cause, one tied to her fiercely protective instincts.

Jinwoo raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement. "You tell me. Did Beru step on her toes or something?"

Jinwoo looked between Trick and Beru, his lips twitching as if suppressing a laugh. “Beru,” he said finally, fixing his soldier with a questioning stare. “Do you have any idea why she’s reacting like this?”

The towering ant shifted uncomfortably, his usual air of unshakable confidence dampened. “If I may inquire, My Lady,” Beru began—Again with that, your brows slightly furrowed—his deep voice uncharacteristically measured, “what grievance have I caused to incur such wrath from your esteemed creation?” His antennae twitched as if nervously seeking your approval.

You turned your attention back to Trick, who was still glaring daggers at Beru, and let out a long sigh. “Well…” You trailed off, carefully choosing your words. "It’s not about you, exactly."

"Then what is it about?" Jinwoo chimed in, crossing his arms and leaning slightly to the side for a better view of Trick’s furious expression.

You hesitated before answering, not quite sure whether to laugh or groan at the absurdity of it all. "You hurt her favorite friend," you finally explained.

Jinwoo frowned, tilting his head. “Her favorite friend?”

“Hae-In,” you clarified, crossing your arms and shooting Trick a knowing look. “Trick has a soft spot for her. She’s been watching over her ever since we met her. Seeing you injure her during the raid must’ve left a… lasting impression.”

Beru’s posture straightened, though the faintest trace of guilt crept into his expression. “Ah,” he said quietly. "I see. My actions during my life as an ant appear to have caused unintended grief. For this, I offer my sincerest apologies, to My Lady and her esteemed creations.”

You only sighed, still not getting used to Beru’s…politeness to you. Jinwoo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but said nothing as the scene continued to unfold. Red, meanwhile, silently tilted her head, her question clear even without words. You caught her gaze and waved her off. “It’s fine, Red. Let her go.”

Red nodded and gently set Trick down. The moment her feet touched the ground, Trick darted toward Beru like a missile. Before she could reach her target, however, she froze mid-air, a faint golden aura wrapping around her as your hand glowed softly. You lifted her effortlessly, the action reminiscent of a mother cat carrying her kitten by the scruff. Jinwoo let out a low chuckle at the sight, unable to help himself.

“Trick,” you called gently, your tone firm yet kind. Her glowing orange-silver eyes snapped to yours, and the fiery anger within them dimmed slightly. “I know you’re upset, but remember—Beru is one of Jinwoo’s shadows now. He’s not our enemy anymore.”

Trick’s lips pressed into a thin line, and though her arms crossed stubbornly, she offered no further resistance. Reluctantly, you lowered her to the ground.

“Good girl,” you said softly, patting her head. At your touch, Trick practically melted, leaning into your hand like a contented cat. Jinwoo could almost see the image of her butterfly form, wings glowing in delighted contentment.

"You’ve got an interesting way of keeping everyone in line," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

You shot him a dry look. "Says the guy with an army of shadows who jump at his every whim,"

He shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Touché.”

Beru stepped forward cautiously, bowing deeply. “My Lady, I assure you, I will strive to amend this misunderstanding and avoid offending your creation in the future."

You waved a dismissive hand, already tired of the situation. “Just avoid provoking her. She’s protective, that’s all.”

“Protective is an understatement,” Jinwoo muttered, earning himself another glare from you.

“Bad,” you chided Trick when she moved to lunge at Beru again. She froze instantly, her shoulders slumping as if your single word had deflated her entirely. Her lips trembled, and she whimpered like a scolded child, teary-eyed and all that.

Satisfied she wouldn’t try anything else, you turned back to Jinwoo. “Don’t push it,” you warned, your tone carrying a sharp edge.

Jinwoo raised his hands in mock surrender, though his smirk remained firmly in place. “Noted.”

---

"Do your best, My Child. Fool them to their deaths."

Jinwoo remembered the exact words you said to Trick when he ordered Beru to eliminate the rest of the ants, especially the ones that managed to escape the island’s perimeters.

As the cleanup of the ant colony continued, Jinwoo observed Trick in action. She commanded her silver siblings with ruthless efficiency, her abilities seamlessly complementing Beru’s as they tracked down and eliminated the remaining ants.

"For someone who was plotting Beru’s murder just moments ago, she works very well with him," Jinwoo remarked, his tone light as he glanced in your direction.

You didn’t miss a beat. “I taught all my children to separate work and personal grievances, thank you very much.”

“Uh-huh,” Jinwoo replied, the skepticism evident in his voice. His gaze shifted back to the battlefield, where a particularly large cluster of ants was being lured directly into Beru’s path, clearly overloading him with unnecessary targets.

Jinwoo smirked. "You sure about that?"

“She’s sending way too many ants toward him, isn’t she?”

"I'd appreciate it if you can tell her to stop, but...” Jinwoo drawled out with a grin.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperation washing over you for the nth time today.

He chuckled, "Good thing my new soldier’s tough enough to handle her, huh?"

Before you could respond, the system’s obnoxiously cheerful tone chimed in.

[You lost this time, ‘Trial’ Player.]

You groaned, turning away, determined not to give Jinwoo and the system the satisfaction of seeing your frustration. As futile as it was, you continued to mutter under your breath.

“Damnit.”

---

Breaking News!

"5th Jeju Island Raid Ends with Unprecedented Results!"

4802 hunters in participation. 727 regular awakened mobilized. Of those, 46 awakened lost their lives, and 32 civilians sustained injuries—historically the lowest numbers for a raid of this magnitude!

Special Note: Flowers mysteriously appearing during the battle have left many intrigued. “What’s the deal with these flowers popping up out of nowhere?!” exclaimed one baffled netizen.

18 hunters announced immediate permanent retirement post-raid, citing personal reasons. Notably, Min Byung-Gyu, the esteemed Healer who returned from the brink of death, is among them. However, Hunter Min declined to comment further.

---

As the memorial service for the fallen Hunters drew to a close, Jinwoo lingered in the crowd to pay his respects. His expression was unreadable, a careful mask concealing the myriad of emotions beneath. He had done his part, both in the raid and in honoring the sacrifices of the deceased.

"I don’t know how you did it, but…" Baek Yoonho added after his previous statements to Jinwoo, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you. For saving him."

Jinwoo paused, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "It’s not me you should be thanking for that," he replied simply, offering no further explanation, his tone laced with quiet conviction. Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave, leaving Baek Yoonho staring after him, puzzled but still thankful.

Jinwoo's gaze swept the crowd until his eyes landed on Cha Hae-In. She stood a short distance away and caught his eye, her expression warm as she mouthed a quiet, ‘Thank you.’ Jinwoo nodded once in acknowledgment, appreciating the sincerity in her unspoken words.

As his eyes continued to roam, they eventually found you, standing still among the mourners. Your posture was still and composed, a faintly distant look in your eyes as though you were seeing beyond the moment, even as your head bowed slightly in reverence. When you noticed his gaze, you met it briefly before closing your eyes and turning back to the solemn proceedings, making no effort to move or acknowledge him further. Jinwoo took it as a sign.

Alright, Jinwoo thought as he noticed the Association’s official approaching, informing him that Chairman Go Gunhee wishes to speak with him. I needed to talk with him too anyway, as he followed the official, his eyes flickered back to you one last time. Huh, for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself a small observation.

She looks good in black.

---

Jinwoo should’ve finished his talk with the Chairman by now.

You thought as you slowly made your way toward the edge of the memorial grounds. The crowd was thinning, the lingering sense of grief and loss still hung in the air, but it was something you had grown accustomed to in this world, where sacrifice and loss often overshadowed victory. You had done what you could. The lives lost had been honored, and those who had survived could move on, at least for a while.

Out of the corner of your vision, a butterfly caught your eye—its wings shimmered in hues of green, black, and silver as it fluttered through the mourners—the child you had tasked to keep watch over a certain healer. Now it circled nearby as if to confirm the man’s presence.

Though you hadn’t expected him to notice you.

What were the odds? For him, standing in the middle of the sea of mourners, to notice you in the far back-end?

Your gaze drifted in the direction it came from, from where you stood, your gaze locked with Min Byung-Gyu’s. Recognition flickered briefly in his eyes before he looked away, his expression carefully neutral. You mirrored his action, calmly turning and continuing on your path.

You trusted him—he had made his vow to stay silent about what had transpired in that strange, timeless space where the two of you had crossed paths. Still, his awareness of you felt like a ripple in still water, a detail you couldn’t entirely dismiss. Though, should Min Byung-Gyu ever stray from his promise, the system would intervene.

Just as you began to retreat into your thoughts, a familiar voice broke through.

"(Name)."

You turned to see Jinwoo approaching with his usual gait. And, as you fell into steps beside him, he slowed his pace to match yours.

"When are you free?" he asked, his tone casual but with an undertone of anticipation.

You only hummed, tilting your head slightly, indicating to him that you'd need a bit more context than that.

"For that dinner," Jinwoo clarified.

Oh. Your steps faltered briefly.

---

"Sir?!" Woo Jinchul's voice rose in panic as Chairman Go Gunhee suddenly collapsed to his knees. The aide was at his side in an instant, his hands steadying the older man as he gave him a reassuring pat on the arm.

His sharp mind momentarily dulled by a wave of overwhelming warmth that left him gasping, Go Gunhee only laughed lightly, dismissing his subordinate's concern with a wave of his hand. "My apologies, Jinchul," he said, his voice calm despite the situation. " These old bones are finally starting to show their age. "

"Chairman, this isn't something to brush off!" Jinchul protested, his grip firm as he helped the older man back to his feet, then to a nearby bench. The concern etched across his features was evident, his brow furrowed deeply as he assessed the chairman's condition.

"Sir, should I call for a medic? We can—"

"That won't be necessary," Go Gunhee interrupted gently but firmly, shaking his head.

However, Go Gunhee’s attention was no longer on his subordinate— his sharp, seasoned gaze fixed on the direction Hunter Sung Jinwoo had disappeared moments earlier. Or rather, where they had disappeared.

It was ancient, commanding, and unyielding. Like a fragment of an endless abyss brushing against his very soul.

—Kneel. You are in the presence of [][][] [][][][][][][].

The fragmented sensation lingered, a half-heard whisper reverberating in the depths of his consciousness. It wasn't the first time he had felt something like this, though the last occasion was buried in the annals of his long memory, far back when the world was still grappling with the sudden appearance of Gates.

Yet, the air still thrummed with a residual warmth, all-encompassing and unrelenting, an energy that felt simultaneously divine and otherworldly. It wasn’t Jinwoo’s presence that lingered this time. It was hers.

“Chairman?” Jinchul’s voice brought him back, laced with worry.

“Hmm,” Gunhee hummed in thought, forcing himself to focus. “Woo Jinchul,” he called, his voice steady but thoughtful.

"Sir?" The younger man straightened immediately, awaiting orders.

"Investigate the young woman who accompanied Hunter Sung today," the Chairman instructed, his tone firm despite the fatigue in his posture, his gaze still fixed on that same direction. "I believe I’ve seen her somewhere before. Perhaps in our records of Hunters."

Jinchul hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Understood, sir. I’ll pull up all available data and cross-check our archives. Do you have any specific details that might help narrow the search?"

Gunhee's gaze remained, his thoughts distant. "No… but something tells me she isn’t someone we can overlook. There's an aura about her—" he paused, searching for the right words, "—similar to Hunter Sung, like she’s walked through storms most of us can't even imagine, though notably subtler."

Jinchul glanced toward that direction as well, though no trace of Jinwoo or his companion remained. "Do you believe she’s a threat, sir?"

"Threat?" Gunhee repeated softly. He tilted his head slightly, pondering the question. "No… not quite.”

“Let’s just say... it’s better to err on the side of caution.”

Jinchul's frown deepened as he processed the chairman’s words.

"I’ll begin the investigation immediately," Jinchul assured.

"Good," Gunhee said, finally tearing his gaze away. "Let me know as soon as you find anything."

"Yes, Sir," Jinchul replied, already mentally cataloging the resources he’d need to dive into such a search.

As Jinchul guided him toward the car, Go Gunhee couldn’t shake the lingering impression. For years, he had dedicated himself to understanding the dangers that plagued their world, studying Hunters, Gates, and the forces behind them. Yet here he was, feeling unsettled by the presence of one woman.

As they drove away, he couldn’t help but glance out the window, back toward the direction Jinwoo and the woman had gone.

What kind of secret was Sung Jinwoo hiding now?

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [25/11/2024] -

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 10 months ago

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#1 – I hate you

kinktober 2024 — #1

pairing: park wonbin x reader

au/genre: pure filthy smut without much plot, college!au, non-idol!au, popular!wonbin

word count: 1525 words

warnings: lying to your only friend Anton 😔, hate fuck (everyone just has a big fat ego problem), backshots, hair pulling, choking, reader is addressed as a girl, finger sucking (???), manhandling, slight overstimulation, a shimmer of fluffy feelings (but they do not get vocalized, not really), nicknames of both praising and degrading nature, dirty talk, unprotected sex (DON’T YOU DARE!), a tiny bit of cum play…?

a/n: kinktober day one yippie! this gem has been sitting in my files since forever… I was thinking about making this longer, but I kinda like it like this! enjoy! <3

taglist: @rjreins @meowniee @deezbin @ant-onie @ablackbtsstan @gacktsa

College parties. Some love them, some hate them. For you, it's all about who's attending – or rather: if he's attending.

Park Wonbin. God, even thinking of his name makes your blood boil. He is a player, basically, and he's absolutely full of himself, or so you’re convinced. He thinks he's better than everyone else, prettier and more popular… which he is. He's always surrounded by a group of people telling him just how great he is, and he always sports that smug smirk that makes you want to dart over and shove him face first into a sewer. He’s just so hot…

“Why are you staring at Wonbin?” Anton asks casually, as if he hasn’t just dropped the most dangerous question of the night. Anton is your one close friend that you've met in your economics class, and you can't believe he's just asked you that.

“Because he sucks!” You retort defensively, as if that would excuse your shameless stare down with the back of Wonbin’s head.

"I don't get what you don't like about him," Anton pushes, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, his voice almost too soft to reach your ears over the bass booming through the room. "He seems nice."

“Everything. He’s the embodiment, the epitome of a full of himself rich kid with good genetics,“ you say much too quickly, and it just confuses Anton more.

“Has he ever done anything to you?“ He counters, not letting this go. He certainly thinks you’re being unreasonable.

You halt, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, “w-well, n-not in this life, not yet!“ You reply hastily, now too flustered to go back to staring holes into Wonbin’s perfectly v-shaped backside. “It's just that his pure existence gets me so mad that I can't stand being in the same room as him.

"He's infuriating. Just look at him. God, he is obnoxious," you exaggerate before stepping away. You don't have to ruin your night by staring at the way his pearly white teeth sit so aggravatingly perfect in his mouth, or so you tell yourself…

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"Ah, pretty girl, and you're still coming back for more..." Wonbin muses from behind you. You don't even have to look back at him to know he's sporting that smirk that you hate so much.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

And he doesn't need to be told twice. Just as you asked, he pushes in, burying his length inside you entirely. He doesn't give you time to adjust because he knows you don't want him to, and instead sets a brutal pace from the beginning. His hips crash into yours, his grip on your hips is surely going to leave bruises that will remind you of this shameful encounter for the next week or so. Just like every time, you try holding back your moans. You're giving him enough satisfaction by letting him fuck you, he doesn't need to get his ego inflated by knowing how fucking good he's making you feel. Although, you fail as soon as one of his hands leaves your hip to grip your hair instead, pulling you back. The all too familiar sting in your scalp makes you clench around him, a choked whine leaving your throat as he forces you to arch your back. He knows what he's doing when he holds onto the roots of your hair instead, hand just atop of your head as he pulls harshly while his tip pleasantly abuses your sweet spot.

"You love this, don't you, doll face?" He teases, as if he's not feeling the way you clench around him, as if he's not able to see how your wetness starts dripping down your thighs.

"D-don't talk," you bring out, and he lets go of your hair, the wave of relief after the stinging pain fueling the knot forming inside you. You can't give him the satisfaction of cumming this early again, so you try moving away from the pleasure, but he is quick to wrap a hand around your throat.

"Ohhh no, you're going to take it like the good girl you are," he says and the amusement is evident in his voice. You whine as his hand leaves your throat alone again, your upper body falling onto the mattress in exhaustion. His movements never falter as he pushes you to lay down on your stomach for him. This way, he has better access to push two of his digits into your mouth. Automatically you begin sucking on them, swirling your tongue around them as you whine pathetically.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Wonbin groans, fingers pushing down on your tongue, "you're clenching around me so hard, pretty. What, are you gonna cum already?"

"Yes," you admit quietly.

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you with your mouth full like this."

"Yes! Fuck," you cry out, although it's still muffled by his fingers. He seems satisfied, angling his hips slightly different to hit that exact spot that makes you feel him all the way up in your stomach with how deep he is.

A few more thrusts and he sends you crashing over the edge, walls clamping down on his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Yet, he is not finished with you; he pulls out and manhandles you onto your back, immediately pushing your legs as far up as they go against your chest, and pushes back in in one swift motion, groaning deeply at the feeling.

Your head feels cloudy from your orgasm, and you have to really concentrate on actively hating him right now because, honestly? With the way his grown out black hair softly sticks to his glowing, sweaty skin, his plush lips are parted as he lets out sighs of deep pleasure ignited by no one but you, and the subtle yet undeniable scrunch of his brows, you’d fall in love with him right now if you didn’t remind yourself that you’re supposed to hate his guts… for whatever reason.

“That’s it… you’re a little slut, aren’t you? Claiming to hate me, yet you let me do this to you…” he grunts breathlessly, pushing his cock in to the very hilt, watching intensely as it disappears between your folds repeatedly.

“Sh-shit… I do hate you-,” you cut yourself off by moaning involuntarily as he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit, “don’t act so cocky, you- fuck… you love this.”

He glances up into your eyes, a mischievous smirk on his lips despite his eyes being glossy from pleasure, “I never denied that, princess. I never said I hated you. I’m just fucking you like I hate you because that’s what seems to get you off the most.”

“Fuck you,” you retort, attempting to glare at him, but he looks so pretty, and whatever he’s doing in between your legs makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

“I know no one’s ever fucked you better,” he states, completely ignoring your words, “that’s why you keep crawling back like the needy little slut that you are… you say you hate me, but you’d go crazy without this dick.”

"You're so- f-full of yourself," you point out weakly, pushing your hips towards him for an even better angle.

At that, he chuckles, "you're the one full of me right now..."

"Sh-shut-," but instead of finishing your sentence you cry out in pure pleasure as he rams his dick right into your sweet spot, rubbing his thumb into your clit with such precision it makes you see actual stars.

"Cum on this dick again, I know you want to," Wonbin urges, his own breathing heavy as he nears the finish line as well.

"I hate you, fuck- I fucking-," you moan pathetically, body tensing up as your high quickly approaches. Wonbin delivers a few more hard thrusts before sending you off into a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you shivering and panting.

Your walls clamping down on him trigger his climax as well, and just in time, he pulls out, painting the clenching mess between your legs with his hot cum, a choked groan on his lips. He twitches and shivers as he brushes his tip through the sticky substances that mixes with your juices, earning a few whimpers from you as he rubs it over your oversensitive clit.

“That’s it…” he mumbles, eyes trained on where you were connected just seconds prior, “that’s my good girl…”

And even in your hazy mind, the word catches on.

My…?

#kinktober #park wonbin #wonbin smut #riize smut #kpop #smut #kpop smut #fem reader #neohub

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smallestapplin · 6 months ago

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Come back to bed

Castlevania lament of innocence : Walter Bernhard x fem!Reader smut

Warnings : fem reader, reader is referred to as ‘my lady’ and ‘bride’, fingering.

Minors do not interact! Adults only!

Walter is a very touchy man, you’ve come to learn he truly cares not for anyones opinions when it comes to what he does or how he acts, he simply does what he wants, and what he ants is you. While most are just friendly and their touches show that, Walter isn’t.

He touches no one but you, his hands lingering low on your body in some way, he always greets you with a kiss and a hand on your hips or lower back, or to kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. His hunger for you is never sated, always wanting more of you.

You should know he hates sharing his time with you with anyone else, you are all he cares for, his little gem, why would he taint it with another?

To wake up curled into his chest, his cinnabar hair a mess, his arm lazily around you keeping you close. You try not to groan too loudly, not wanting to awake your lover as you carefully slip from his grasp to sit up. Awaking so early (or your assume early, with the eternal night surrounding the castle) to get somethings done, maybe find a village with new items for trade.

Your blanket falling from your naked body, the cold air of your room brushing against your heated skin, reminding you of the tender love marks your darling left across you.

You slide your legs over the edge of the bed, trying not to let you annoyance become vocal at the sound of one of your favored servant’s voice echoing beyond the heavy bedroom doors.

‘My lady, are you awake?’

“Yeah?” You mutter, voice still thick with sleep as you talk lowly, still trying to be respectful that Walter is trying to sleep.

‘I recall you stating you wish to leave the castle today.’

You lean your head back staring up at the ceiling, praying to whatever god is listening to give you patience instead of strength as you mentally beat past you up. You did, you wanted to leave the castle just for a simple walk, maybe see the actual night sky for once instead of the dark clouds that hang over the castle.

“I did. Please, give me a moment.” You have to will yourself to get up, to leave the warmth and comfort of such a lavish bed the lord of the castle had made just for you.

You wince as you feel movement behind you, mentally apologizing to Walter for waking him up. You bit back a squeak as Walter slides closer behind you, his chest pressing against your back, he places a hand on your waist slowly dragging his fingers up just under your chest, and down to your thigh.

He buries his face into your neck, nuzzling into your marked flesh.

“My love, come back to bed.” His voice heavy as he wakes up more and more, whispering his plea in your ear.

You can hear the smile in his voice, you don’t even have to look back at him to know he’s narrowing his eyes at you when you don’t answer him, silently cursing you so daring making him wait.

‘If I recall correct, you stated to make sure you were out before my lord awoke. I am simply ensuring the task requirements are met.’

You hum, though it was more of a groan as you were never a morning person, needing to wake up took so long for you. However, you could barely focus on what your servant was saying as Walter moves your hair away from your neck, gently kissing across your marked skin.

His hand on your thigh moving dangerously close to your tender pussy, hell, you’re still sore from his hunger last night, you doubt your legs could handle and entire walk around the castle, much less out of it, so…maybe you could stay in? After all, the strong body behind you is luring you back like a siren’s call.

‘Shall I come in, my lady?’

“No, no, its okay, I’m…”Your breathing shakes near the end of your sentence.

You lean back putting your weight against your lover, melting into him and his touch while you try to think of something to say, you need to get out of his grasp, knowing if you don’t you’ll never leave. You bite your lip as his middle finger drags through your slit, adding light pressure to your clit before dipping down to your opening, testing the waters and drenching his fingers in your wetness.

Until that shrill voice brings you back.

‘My lady? Should I call in the carriers?’

“No! No it’s fine, really, I can, mm…!” your eyes widen a fraction as Walter’s free hand moves to your tits, gently cupping one to give it a tender squeeze and teasing your nipple. “Ahem, sorry. But maybe….maybe another time.”

You lean your head back into Walter’s shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as your body feels hotter, your wet heat starting to pulse with need as your vampire is more than happy to serve.

Unable to hear your servent’s yapping anymore you tune her out in favor of focusing on your lover’s fingers, feeling him bring his soaked fingers to your clit once more, rubbing in slow circles. Walter chuckles quietly into your neck, taking a deep breath to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“The bed is awfully cold without you, won’t you stay with me?”

His smirk only grows as you buck your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his hand. All that, and you still won’t answer him? Giving your attention to some useless monster, who can’t even compare to him? Oh, you truly like testing him.

You barely process his face moving away from your neck to speak loud enough for the lesser monster to hear him, but are powerless to say anything in fear of your servant hearing patheic moan bubbling passed your bitten bruised lips.

“They said no. Now, I order you to inform the others to not disturb us until you are summoned.” He swiftly presses his face back into your neck, wetly kissing previous bite marks, and nipping at them, renewing the wounds. Not caring anymore who hears.

A loud squeal rips from your throat as Walter meanly pinches your pulsing clit, your back snapping in a perfect arch as you desperately cling to him.

“How cruel of you to ignore me, love, but it’s okay, I forgive you, you’ll just have to make up for this transgression.”

He lets go of your tender pearl, his thick fingers dipping into your clenching hole, teasing it open to slide his didgits in down to the knuckle.

Walter’s pointed ears twitch at your cries, he can’t help but moan softly in turn, loving your sounds and needing to hear more. Your nails digging into the skin of his wrists only serve to make him needier.

”F-Fuck—!! So…so good-“

His purr vibrates across your back and tickles your ear. Walter nips at your neck, breaking the skin just enough for blood to surface, everything about you just makes him crave more.

“What a naughty darling I have, you haven’t even apologized? Must I fuck the manners back into you?”

Sweat dots your forehead as the knot in your stomach grows tighter, his fingers teasingly brushes across your sweet spot.

“Please..i’m sorry, m’sorry! Didn’t mean to-mm! There, please there!”

He coos sweetly at you, nuzzling his cheek onto yours as he peers down to watching his fingers disappear into your greedy hole swallowing them up.

“My pretty bride, always so good for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. You know better than to ignore me, yes?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Haaa, s-shit!”

He removes his hand from your chest, grabbing your face to make look at him, only to firmly press his lips to yours, pushing his long tongue into your open mouth. Your eyes cross, moaning around his wriggling appendage. Drool sliding down your chin.

Your head feels like its been stuffed with cotton, your mind only focusing on Walter and the pleasure he brings you.

You reach up to tug his hair, trying to pull him away for you can gasp for air but he doesn’t budge, merely groaning against yours lips.

You’re so close, you can’t-!!

Your cunt clenches around his fingers, your juices gushing on his as your muffled cry sends shivers down his spine. Pushing his fingers in deep, grinding his palm against your clit to help you ride your high, only then does he pull away.

A growl like moan rumbles from his throat, listening to your hiccuped sobs.

“Will you stay in bed with me now, my sweet?”

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#castlevania smut #castlevania x reader #castlevania x reader smut #castlevania Walter #castlevania Walter bernhard #castlevania lament of innocence #castlevania Walter x reader #castlevania Walter x reader smut #lesser loved and lesser known castlevania characters get love here #and I am feral #he’s my wife #mdni

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gothicxreylover · 4 months ago

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Can you do a yandere giant hashar x tiny reader with wives and genya (tiny reader gets kidnapped by the hashers in their tiny village that where the hasher had been taken care of takes them to their mansion taking care of them but a few days goes by the hashers found tiny reader having a panic attack due to remembering their past since they used to be abused in that tiny village so the hashers comfort tiny reader by letting them snuggle into their chest the next day the tiny village was destroyed) Thank you bye if you take this request

Here’s your story! Apologies for making you wait for so long!

Tengen Uzui & His Wives

Tengen stood above the tiny village like a god among ants, his shadow alone enough to darken the town square. His golden eyes glinted with rage as he spotted your trembling form, being yelled at by some elder for simply existing.

“You’ve been taking care of them?” he mocked, voice booming. “This is your version of care?”

You were snatched with all the gentleness of a breeze, pressed into his palm and guarded by his massive chest as he turned from the villagers’ screaming.

Suma cried seeing your bruised leg.

“You’re coming home with us, little gem,” he said. “Someplace worthy.”

In the mansion, they bathed you in thimbles of warm water, let you sleep in silk pillow nests, and painted stories on grain-sized scrolls to entertain you.

Then… days later… they found you.

You were curled under a cabinet, silent but shaking violently, breathing so fast your chest heaved. Hinatsuru scooped you up, tears in her eyes.

“They hit you, didn’t they?” she whispered, cradling you close.

Makio, ever the blunt one, snarled, “They’re dead.”

Tengen didn’t say a word. He just kissed your back softly with his thumb and held you against his neck. His body rumbled with restrained fury.

⸻

The next day, nothing remained of the village. Not homes. Not people. Just smoldering ash.

Tengen had danced across the ruins, blades flashing. Suma cried with joy as the last house fell. You stayed curled in Hinatsuru’s scarf, heart beating slower now, safe against the man who would never let you be hurt again.

⸻

Genya Shinazugawa

Genya’s hands trembled when he saw you being pushed aside in that village.

A woman had thrown a broken spoon at your head. Your tiny body flinched, but no one reacted.

Something inside him snapped.

In two long strides, he reached you. Massive fingers scooped you into his hand like a pearl from mud. You squeaked, but he just held you to his chest.

“You don’t deserve this,” he muttered.

You kicked and fought at first—but he was patient. At his mansion, he placed you on a warm cloth near the fire. Fed you honey on his fingertip. Let you sleep in the folds of his scarf.

But even he couldn’t stop your panic.

He found you under his bookshelf, knees hugged to your chest, hyperventilating and murmuring apologies to ghosts long gone.

“Y/N…?” He got down on his stomach to meet your eye. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You couldn’t speak. You just sobbed.

Genya froze. Then, with heartbreaking slowness, he reached into the space and cupped you against his chest.

“You’re safe,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re not going back there. Ever.”

⸻

By the next sunrise, the village was dust. No bodies, no cries. Only silence.

Genya returned, hands still dirt-streaked, and tucked you into his coat like nothing had happened. But his jaw was clenched tight.

“They won’t hurt you again,” he said simply. “I promise.”

⸻

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri begged the others to let her go alone. She wanted to see for herself how the village treated you.

But when she arrived, her heart shattered. You were sweeping a dirty alley barefoot, trying not to cry as the villagers jeered at you.

Mitsuri’s eyes filled with tears.

“No…” she whispered, voice shaking.

Then her expression changed.

With one graceful step, she reached you and lifted you into her trembling hands. “Oh, my poor baby,” she sobbed. “You’ve been suffering here?”

You tried to tell her to leave—that they’d hurt her too—but she just cradled you into her bosom, shielding you like a flower.

In her home, she built a tiny rose garden just for you. She sewed you plush bedding and sang lullabies every night.

But then she heard you crying.

You were under her pillow, whispering things in your sleep—“Don’t hit me… I’ll be quiet…”

She gasped, tears falling freely as she scooped you into her chest.

“You poor, poor thing,” she sobbed, pressing you into her heartbeat. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve come sooner…”

⸻

The next day, Mitsuri stood in the ashes of your village, hands trembling with grief and rage. Her Love Breathing had reduced their homes to cinders.

She whispered to the wind, “They’ll never touch you again.”

Then she went home and kissed you softly on the head, cradling you until you stopped shaking.

⸻

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi didn’t care if the village cried when he took you.

You were sitting on a cold stone step with a bruised cheek and a broken finger wrapped in twine when he found you. His eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he reached down and pinched you gently between two fingers.

The villagers screamed.

“Get your damn hands off them!” someone shouted.

Sanemi turned, smiled thinly, and said, “No.”

He didn’t even bother to explain. Just tucked you into the crook of his neck and walked away.

At the mansion, his affection came in awkward bursts—blunt fingers bringing tiny crumbs of food, the softest bit of cotton torn just for your bedding.

He wasn’t good at comfort. But he wanted to be.

Then came the night he found you behind a book, hyperventilating and rocking yourself.

You didn’t hear him call your name.

“Hey, hey—look at me.”

You didn’t respond.

Sanemi crouched down, cupped his hands around you like a wall, and whispered, “You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me. I won’t let anyone touch you again.”

You didn’t answer. But you slowly leaned into his thumb, and that was enough.

⸻

By morning, the village was silent.

The wind howled through shattered homes, blood swept into dirt. His knuckles were bruised, his Haori stained.

When he returned, he offered no words. He just let you curl up in his palm again—and smiled when you finally stopped shaking.

⸻

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu hadn’t meant to interfere.

But he saw you. And that was enough.

You were huddled in a box outside the village tavern, soaking wet, trying to keep warm with a leaf. Someone had thrown a bucket of water on you. “Demon’s pet,” they muttered.

He said nothing. He only reached down, carefully plucking you out of the filth.

You kicked at first—tiny legs, feeble arms—but Giyu just held you close to his neck and whispered, “You don’t belong here.”

His mansion was quiet. He let you rest near his koi pond, fed you rice crumbs, and lit small fires when the night grew cold.

But one day, he came into the room and found you clawing at the floor, shaking, whispering over and over, “Please, I didn’t break it—I swear—I’ll fix it—please don’t—!”

Giyu froze. Then slowly, gently, scooped you into his hands.

He didn’t ask questions.

He just held you to his chest, close enough for his heartbeat to drown out your fears.

“You don’t need to beg here,” he murmured. “Not ever again.”

⸻

The next morning, the village was found half-drowned.

The river had flooded, unnaturally so.

Giyu returned to his home with wet sleeves, not a word spoken. He placed a single dew-soaked flower beside your tiny pillow.

⸻

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu smiled the entire time she took you from the village.

It was eerie, how gentle her hands were as she lifted you from the cracked windowsill you were chained to—yes, chained, for “wandering too far without permission.”

“Oh my,” she said sweetly. “This won’t do.”

The chains were snapped easily between her fingers.

The villagers begged her not to take you. She just smiled and waved, then turned her back on their pleas.

In her mansion, she fed you slices of sugared berries, gave you a doll-sized kimono, and kept you in her sleeve while she worked.

But when she found you hyperventilating beneath the herb table, whispering the names of those who’d hit you…

She stopped smiling.

“Oh, darling,” she whispered, lowering herself to your level. “Did those memories crawl back in?”

You nodded, and she gently pressed her finger to your back.

“Then it’s time we erase them.”

⸻

That night, the villagers screamed.

They never saw her. Only the clouds of poison rolling in—sweet-smelling, gentle, but deadly.

The next morning, she returned to you with a blossom.

“Sleep well?” she asked. “I made sure they won’t bother your dreams anymore.”

⸻

Obanai Iguro

Obanai didn’t even announce himself when he arrived.

He watched from the trees. Watched as the village children poked you with sticks. As adults ignored your cries. As you shrank into yourself like it was normal.

He stepped into the square, all shadows and fury, Kaburamaru coiled along his shoulders.

The villagers shouted. He didn’t respond.

He simply plucked you from the ground and whispered, “You’re mine now.”

He held you like you were glass all the way home.

His mansion was dim and safe. He built you a nest in his scarf and let you cling to Kaburamaru when you were too scared to sleep.

Then… he heard it.

The sobbing. The shallow breathing.

He found you curled under his writing table, eyes wide and glazed in terror.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. I’ll stop—please…”

His hand shook as he reached for you.

“You never have to say that again,” he said, voice low, trembling. “They don’t get to live after what they did.”

⸻

That night, the village burned—silently. No screams. Only ash.

Obanai returned with soot in his hair and smoke in his robes. He didn’t speak.

But he let you sleep curled against his throat, his scarf wrapped around you like a shield.

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro didn’t know why he had wandered into the tiny village. He wasn’t assigned there. He was following a cloud. But then… he saw you.

You were being screamed at for spilling water. A small figure shaking under the weight of fear.

He tilted his head.

“Why are they yelling?” he asked aloud, almost to himself.

Then, without another word, he reached down and plucked you from the scene.

The villagers shouted—but he ignored them.

You squirmed in his hand, terrified. But his eyes were blank and calm.

“I think you should live with me instead.”

At his mansion, you were cared for with dreamlike softness. He placed you near the windowsill garden. Fed you slices of tangerine. Gave you a piece of cloud-soft pillow as your bed.

But the day he found you hiding inside the rice bowl, gasping and clawing at your chest in panic…

He stared for a long time.

“Are you remembering them?” he asked softly.

You couldn’t respond.

He knelt, placed you against his collar, and whispered something that sounded like a lullaby.

⸻

That night, a thick mist rolled into the village.

By morning, there was nothing left but fog and broken stone.

Muichiro didn’t say a word about it. He simply let you sleep on his shoulder, his long hair shielding you from the world.

“They can’t reach you anymore,” he said with a faraway tone. “They’re gone.”

⸻

Kyojuro Rengoku

Rengoku had heard rumors of a “cursed child” in a village who was punished for being “strange.” He was curious. And when he saw you—bruised, sobbing, and being dragged by your arm—his blood boiled.

“UNACCEPTABLE!!” he roared.

The villagers screamed, but he had already knelt, hand outstretched like a knight before royalty.

“You, little flame, deserve so much better.”

He cradled you in both hands like you were sacred.

At his estate, he made you a tiny house of lacquered wood. Brought you food carved into heart shapes. He’d read scrolls aloud just to see your tiny smile.

But then he heard you whimpering under the floorboards.

He lifted the panel and saw your small body trembling, clutching your ears.

“They said I ruined everything,” you cried. “They were going to… they…”

Rengoku didn’t shout.

He simply knelt, pressed you to his warm chest, and whispered, “They were wrong.”

His body was so warm you could feel the fire in his soul pulsing around you.

⸻

By sunrise, the village was an inferno.

Rengoku stood in the ashes with his cape billowing behind him, face grim.

When he returned, he kissed your tiny head and smiled.

“They can never hurt you again, little ember. You are loved. You are safe.”

⸻

Gyomei Himejima

The moment Gyomei stepped into the village, the ground seemed to tremble beneath his footsteps.

He didn’t need to see. He could hear your cries. Hear the cruelty. The unkind voices.

He found you tied to a post in the rain, shivering, too small to defend yourself.

Tears streamed from his sightless eyes the moment his hands wrapped gently around you.

“Such cruelty… done to one so small…”

You felt his warmth the moment he tucked you against his rosary-wrapped neck.

At his temple-home, he made you a peaceful space of incense, warm stones, and gentle bells. You often napped to the sound of his chants, swaddled in soft cloth and blessed calm.

But the day he found you screaming in your sleep—clawing at your own skin in a silent panic—he held you close and cried with you.

“You have suffered so much,” he whispered. “But I will carry your pain.”

His tears dripped onto your back like holy water. His voice, thick with grief, made the room tremble.

⸻

The village didn’t burn. It didn’t drown.

It simply… vanished.

There were no remains. Only silence. Only justice.

⸻

That night, Gyomei knelt before the fire, hands clasped.

You slept in the crook of his collarbone, finally still.

“I pray,” he whispered, “that your heart knows peace from now until eternity.”

#gothicxreylover #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere sanemi #yandere giyu #yandere gyomei #yandere rengoku #yandere shinobu #yandere tengen #yandere obanai #yandere genya #yandere mitsuri #yandere imagines #demon slayer x you

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deramin2 · 10 months ago

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You are Vox Machina, and you've been sent by the prosperous and benevolent Emperex J'mon Sa Ord to the cardshark devil Zerxus Ilreze in the Nine Hells to retrieve a suit of armor made by the Dawnfather, a god Asmodeus hates.

Turns out the Emprex has a long-running gambling problem with the devil, and only a vast hoard of wealth stands between this being an inconvenience vs. Exandrian Uncut Gems. The devil then purposes a card game that's basically a mind games hard mode Go Fish hack. (Impressively abbreviated fast bluffing game.)

This servant of Asmodeus, whose name strikes fear into other denizens of the Hells, talks like a jaded former ex-military gay who got sucked into a violent conspiracy cult after becoming estranged from his family.

After upping the ante to the souls of the entire party (far more than Zerxus ever gambled), Pike tries to psych him out through asking for his life story. He tells a sob story about how his love and trust in his friends led to several colossal failures in judgement that destroyed the world. Then he lost even his surviving family who he’d given up everything to be reunited with. They never came back for him and they never tried.

Pike manages to read this correctly as his deep seated desire to have his family join him here because he can't leave. No matter what that does to them. He’s only focused on his own feelings and desires.

The whole time he is constantly repeating the most bad faith interpretation doomerist bullshit you've ever heard about how everything in the world is horrible and everyone deserves to suffer like he's suffering.

After all that, do you believe Zerxus is a reliable narrator of even his own history? Or is he telling you the version built on lies he tells himself because that's what he was manipulated to believe?

Personally I think Zerxus told us his interpretation of reality that he fully believes and shapes his actions around. But that doesn't mean he's correct. Especially about what he thinks happened in the absence of facts.

How often could he check on his family? What might might he have missed and then interpreted as never happening? How much did Asmodeus control what Zerxus saw, and his memories of it, through both manipulation and mind magic?

Right at the beginning of the episode, the Everlight warns Pike that beings in the Hells will try to corrupt her and redemption doesn’t exist for the people there.

Zerxus is an unreliable narrator, not a change in the story the audience knows. His narrative is a manifestation of his own corruption and his desire to spread it to others. Misinformation is the method the Lord of Lies uses to corrupt people.

#critical role #TLoVM spoilers #Critical Role meta #The Legend of Vox Machina #Ring of Brass #Vox Machina #Zerxus Ilerez #Pike Trickfoot

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gaddaboutgriffon · 5 months ago

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Went almost two months without doing art, and listening to my choir director’s 5 year daughter talk about her My Little Pony toys got the spark going for a bit. Then again I was a gen 1 and gen 4 fan. We’ll see how far this goes. Maybe I’ll make a custom coloring book for her.

Anyway to the art.

Now to explain the names. Well not the pony’s names but the species.

I always thought that calling the regular ones earth ponies was unimaginative and even a little disrespectful. So I changed the design to make them the biggest, gave them gem hooves, rock and earth powers, and Named them Claysdales.

Yeah same situation with Bat ponies. But the name was harder. Can’t call them thestrals cause I am pretty sure that is copyrighted. I was stumped until I put two random bits of information together. 1 Pegasus was originally the name of one individual winged horse and became a species name over time. 2 cavalum is the name of a bat winged horse in Portuguese mythology. If it worked once it works here. So now I named my batty ponies of the night Cavalum, and gave them sonar, night vision, the ability to control shadows and even travel through them, and dream walking.

Pegasi don’t change too much other then the mane and tail now being made of feathers. They of course walk on clouds and have wind and air magic and are very fast.

Unicorns I changed to be smaller and slimmer, almost deer like compared with the other pony species. And gave them the classic lion or ox tail seen in medieval art. Males will have a beard. Their powers include levitation, teleportation, and general magic which lets them mimic other creatures powers but at a lower strength level. Basically if it isn’t the first two they are a Jack of all trades and master of none.

The Chitiny…. Ok they are a mix of the flutter ponies in gen 1 and the changelings in gen 4 design wise, But still really different in the lore I am developing. The name comes from the words Chitin (what bug exoskeletons are made of) and Tiny, cause they are the smallest type of pony, standing at about a foot tall (fyi the claysdales range about five to six feet tall at the shoulder…. Yes I’m American). The antennas let them communicate with other Chitiny and people they have built a bond with telepathically. They can lift several times their weight (like ants and bees) they can make silk, honey, wax, royal jelly, and a sticky slime. Of and cling/crawl on walls. Yes they live in hives. Rosy Maple is from the Lepidop hive ruled by queen Luna and king Atlas.

Zebras I never understood why they weren’t used more in MLP. Anyway I wanted to give them a wild nature theme and am giving them powers to make plants grow faster and even move, and if you don’t think that is impressive let me just point out when the trees woke up in Narnia Prince Caspian. I will never get the image of tree roots dragging that one guy underground out of my head. Oh they can also understand animals.

Ok tagging people who I think will enjoy this. @artstaeus3600 @bianca-hooks123 @confusedshades @emacrow @hubedihubbe @kizzer55555 @pinkiemachine @tigertaurus22

Ooops quick edit. This isn’t all the pony species I thought up but was what I had time to draw. We still have the Kirin, the Kelpies, the alicorns and one I made up called the Najor. And about 11 other non-pony species that make up this world’s inhabitants. So there will be updates.

#mlp #mlp fandom #mlp au #mlp oc #mlp art #mlp redesign #fan art

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eydilily · 8 months ago

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i did it last week so i'm doing it again; how we feeling about gempearl this session 6...

the divorce arc isn't even that angsty anymore it's just like, we are watching several minutes of two people who are so obviously obsessed with each other and are just being dumb (/lh) about it. i think that it's just so clear now that they both want to get back with each other but they just??? are stupid and gay????

gem wanting pearl to kill her in a 1v1 because she knows pearl is capable of doing it and, that way, she could start earning her forgiveness back but pearl just doesn't do it?? the whole "you got ants in your pants" "yeah, yeah they are named pearl"??? pearl so obviously trying to make gem jealous with the camel and gem responding so curtly???? the little "did you even look me in the face during our murder camel… happenings?" from gem?????

they are so bitter. they are so gay. they want each other in ways that are dangerous to the rest of the players. every single interaction thay have is charged with intense queer tension. i need them to have a homoerotic fight

you genuinely took all the words from my mouth I CANT EVEN START WITH THEM? its nearly embarrassing /lh its gem giving pearl so many chances to kill her before she gives up and goes over to skizzs place ??

and i get Why pearl didnt take the offer for a proper 1v1 between them. like out of ALL PEOPLE, pearl would be the one who would understand the need to prove your capabilities in a nice even match considering she has that same need with scott (that still has not been fulfilled imo lmao the pufferfish was nice but it probably still didnt satiate that urge for her)

BUT pearl is on yellow, and her self preservation instincts kick in and even if shed love to bury this hatchet with gem she has other goals in mind. (Gem on the other hand has a very different laid-back? attitude towards lives. shes confident surviving even on red and thinks other people should share the same sentiment)

and dont even get me started on the camels. smth smth never left the desert smthg smthg never got off that damn camel.

THEYRE SO BITTER. they both want things to go back to "normal" but normal to pearl is just the two of them as they are and normal to gem is back in SL when theyre both on their red life and its them vs the world ITS HORRIBLE!!! GET IT TOGETHER YOU TWO PLEASE FIGHT IT OUT ALREADY

#asks #trafficshipping #or whatever the fuck is going on between them #anyway. normal about gempearl

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roamingtigress · 13 days ago

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·.★·.·´¯·.·★ As I Sleep Under the Stars ★·.·´¯·.·★.·

Just why does Hosea sleep under the stars, in lieu of the comforts of a tent?

(Ao3 link)

Some people sleep beneath a ceiling of an impossibly lavish bedroom, perhaps in a big canopy bed. Their obscenely expensive bedding might have been imported from Italy, maybe Paris. Above their intricately carved headboard, they may have paintings worthy of the Louvre, and maybe they'll wake up to a view of Central Park, the uptown of Saint Denis.

Some sleep under the Milky Way, the moon, and the stars. Maybe off somewhere, a wolf is howling to reconnect with its pack. There are no paintings, no walls, no teak-framed bed, but if they crane their neck around, they might take in a view of snow-capped mountains. Maybe they'll roll aside in the morning and catch sight of a magnificent elk bull in a dew-glistening meadow as the morning fog rolls in.

Or a view of Uncle in his union suit, a little too snug of a fit and stained in Heaven knows what, while attending to the call of nature.

For the last twenty years, I have slept under the latter.

The Milky Way, the moon, and the stars, that is — though I have had the misfortune of that other sight once or twice.

You might be wondering, how unfair is it that I have to sleep on the floor, exposed to such sights and the very real possibility of being eaten alive by some hungry beast (certainly a possibility with those damned black flies), all the while Dutch gets to live in opulence?

Patience, my child, I'll explain.

When Bessie passed, getting any semblance of sleep on my cot became nigh. And for my line of work, getting some in is important, lest the gang feels your wrath the next day.

Beds and cots remind me too much of her, you see.

Bessie preferred the creature comforts of a cot, maybe a well-padded bedroll when that was unavailable. Her back, bless its soul, wasn't cut out for sleeping on the ground. Dutch, Annabelle and I -- yes, we were a package deal, you can say -- gave her only the very best.

And that continued during my hiatus from the life of a gang leader. I regretfully never got her the canopied bed she dreamed of having, but it was a damn comfortable thing; only the best for a queen. We had a most delightful quilt, patterned with her favourite flowers: daisies, violets, asters, lupins. On those cold nights, we would pull it off the bed and snuggle into it by the fire. Occasionally, on nice summer nights, we'd sit on it on the grass when we wanted to watch for shooting stars. We would always have me meticulously pick the bits of dried grass and such before bringing it back in, though; we once had an unfortunate incident where we accidentally brought in an army of ants. No rest for the wicked on that night!

A bed, a cot, without Bessie is such an unsettlingly impersonal thing.

I'll force myself to use a bed when Dutch steals me away to some hotel, but as I'm usually spooning him or he's holding me, we almost form a single entity; beds can be tolerated then.

But it's outside of those cases where I'm made to think of her, reminding me that she is not with me. But the bedroll—the grass beneath me—that's my comfort now.

There are those, though, who remind me I'm getting on in years and think that I need a softer place to land, that one more night underneath the moon will do my hip in. Or that my already existing cough from years of smoking like a chimney will cause me to lose a lung.

They mean well.

I was given such reminders on one summer's night of 1899 — what a year that was — under the lush tree canopy of Horseshoe Overlook, a little gem of a camp location in New Hanover.

I had just been dozing off to a wonderful chorus of a pair of whip-poor-wills when I heard the opening of a heavy canvas tent flap, and the sound of boots on a wooden pallet floor.

At first, I thought, maybe it was John.

And then, I remembered. . .

There's only one who has pallets under their tent.

Dutch.

Only the best for the princess.

"Hosea?"

Time to put the acting skills to use.

The act was simple: pretend to be asleep and don't respond.

I even breathed in and out the way I do when I'm drifting off, slow, somewhat gravelly breaths that of course indicate my impending doom. If he knows what's good for him, he'll let me be. Just keep breathing like I'm halfway to death, and he'll go away.

If only.

Dutch thought of this as a challenge; my silence an invitation.

I started to 'snore' as I heard the sound of approaching boots on grass.

Bloody relentless!

Next came the sound of his body settling down beside me. He always forces out this ridiculous amount of air from his lungs when he does this. I suppose it comes naturally to someone so full of hot air; all that steam has to come out sometime.

And then came his voice. In that prodding tone that a poke to my ribs might have as well followed.

"You're gettin' too old to sleep out here, 'sea."

Alas, he knows I'm not asleep.

Cover blown or not, I still don't respond.

But Dutch does.

He wrapped a strong arm around my person, giving me the gentlest squeeze.

The nerve of him!

And the nerve of him to treat me like some fragile thing that would fall apart.

And then Dutch scooted up against me from behind, and before I knew it, he was spooning me — and if that wasn't cheeky enough, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and one of those big lip-smacking kisses at that.

He means well.

"You've been coughin' more lately."

The concern bore deep into his voice, and without needing to see his face, I knew that it was in his eyes. If looks could kill, he could take out an army with a glare. But with me . . . Oh, his eyes could belong on a spaniel.

I still don't say a word, though I now surrender to my fate.

"Come to my tent, Old Girl."

Truthfully, I haven't been well lately. This cough had been troubling me for some time, and the blizzard did me no favours. Luckily, the land around camp has a smattering of medicinal herbs growing nearby; yew, ginseng, mint, oregano, to name a few, all of whose benefits have been long known by the Indigenous peoples. A tea made up of a mixture of those plants can give me incredible relief, but I know Dutch won't keep pressing the issue like a worried hen until I get it looked after by a doctor. There's one in nearby Valentine—Dutch knows it, and I know he’s been quietly, stubbornly plotting how to drag me there.

Maybe one day.

"I'll hold you on top of me . . . "

Now, Dutch is using that tone, a certain worried sadness.

While we're speaking truthfully, his mental health has been fragile lately, and I fear a part of it is the idea of losing me.

I'll try to hold on.

"Please . . ." Dutch's voice was shaky; I knew he was close to tears as he kissed the top of my head again, more of a gentle pressing this time. He held me a little tighter now, as if he was afraid some great beast would tear me from his arms—as if they'd dare.

My barrier finally started to crack at its foundation.

I finally responded.

I know, I shouldn't give in; doing so would only give attention, and that ego could do with a fast until morning. You'll certainly be forgiven if you are disappointed in me faltering.

But I reach around and squeeze his hand, rubbing a thumb over the top of it.

"Just hold me, Dutch."

And all throughout the night, he did.

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