#I may get rid of it and keep the fangs...

[blessedcactus]

This is Momina vs Raaxo tbh....except instead of cooler it's "more chill."

Lowkey damn you Momina, is it my fault I put so much of me in them? Yes but is it something I will still be salty about since I'm creating my sona Raaxo...also yes.

[twistedpink]

*Bounces* Requests are open okay okay!! I may ramble...I will ramble actually, so if this seems too long you can skip it :D

Okay so to start, Sneaky link!Ruggie x Octavinelle reader. For you it was just a bit of crazy fun every now and then, Ruggie was always so spontaneous and impredictable that it was hard not to fall for the charm. And for Ruggie it was just a quick way to get his grabby hands on some extra coins at the Monster Lounge. But time passed and those nights started to become weekly, they started to be needed.

The hyena didn't know how or when but he started to look for more than just fleeting moments of desire, he wanted to take, sink his fangs in and drown in your scent. But he wasn't the only one. Ruggie was as muchn of a catch as he was a thief, you didn't even realize how many times you unconsciously fall back to him, almost automatically. You wanted to take him, and it might be Octavinelle's pride but oh how you wanted to mark too.

Carnal encounters began to be sought out of bed as a poor excuse to feel the warmth of touch, touch that grew more affectionate with each night and more desperate. "I'm your favorite, right?" Urgent whispers against your ear like a plea for confirmation. And how could you say no when you wanted so badly to become a part of the boy beneath you in a way that he couldn't get rid of even if he tried hard to rip it out? How could you refuse when you wanted to take him and love him so obsessively. How, when someone as mean as Ruggie was willing to give so freely?

Obsessive x obsessive grrraaah

Graaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

@bju3c0re @kyokills

SneakyLink!Ruggie that’s just terrible,, Messing up orders and just having to see the kitchen staff for tickets too complicated for his puppy brain :( Watching as you lean into him- all sweaty and flushed from the grill,, Squinting in a way that makes him giggle boyishly at all the teeny wrinkles around your eyes, the same ones that show up when you smile or pucker, calling him all stupid n’ blind cause you know what he really wants.. Free fries and a kiss, obviously! Being totally whipped for your pretty little server, you concede a couple minutes- which rolls over into the next hour, because who’d go back to work when he feels this good?

SneakyLink!Ruggie that lets you VIOLATE him. In a totally healthy and professional way, of course,, Sweating when you blow into the sensitive fluff of his ears as you pass by, or stroking his tail under the counter because you like the way he shakes a little and goes all pink.. You’re the worst :( But, you know what he likes, and that’s more than what he can say about most hookups..

SneakyLink!Ruggie that’s really just a yearner at heart,, Reloading his socials over and over again to see if you’ve been active, eventually deciding to call you late at night- you pick it up, you always do. Listening to him blabber about odd jobs or how he’s going to screw over Azul this week’s the best part of your day,, Not that he knows that, because he can’t- you can’t risk losing him just to have him, because you already do, just.. Not in the way you want. He dies a little when he’s pulled away for odd jobs or lunch, because if it meant being with you, he’d skip every break <3

SneakyLink!Ruggie that works himself to the bone just to see you in uniform,, There’s something about the ‘man behind the mask’, y’know? He’s obsessed with how a chefs coat drapes over you- forcing his hands closer to your body when it hugs your figure, or creasing under his ministrations.. He can’t help but cackle when you’re scolded for being unkempt, barely keeping to himself that it’s all his doing.. And hoping you’ll get him back eventually :)

SneakyLink!Ruggie hateeessssss how tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger- he’s even gone so far as to tip share. Do you even comprehend how badly he wants to be your boyfriend? NO! Because you’re too busy sucking on his neck to notice!! To be fair, it is a little distracting.. When you feel up his hips in your designated storage closet, or grace him with even a brush of skinship, he just melts. So, if you smartened up a little and asked him out- (god forbid he has to) he wouldn’t say no. So long as you keep letting him obsess over you <3

[reminiscingtonight]

Television, spark, and door for Lia Wälti, thank u :)

Little Things (Lia Wälti x Reader)

[WOSO Masterlist]

“Want to tell me why you’re huddled here by the door?”

Lia’s giving you a perplexed look seconds after she opens the door right into your back.

To be fair, you hadn’t meant to stay so close to the door for so long. But the spider that laid between the door and the television meant you had nowhere to go unless it was out of your own house, and you weren’t willing to let that grotesque arachnid out of your sight. At least this way you could be sure it didn’t scurry into the deep crevices of your home.

When you clue Lia into your dilemma, your girlfriend has the gall to laugh right into your face.

“That little thing?” Lia’s got a crease between her eyebrows, the same look she gets whenever Leah says something stupid or Kyra tries to weasel her way into conversation only meant for you adults. And now that it’s being directed at you you can say with 100% confidence that you hate it. Especially since you’re completely justified to be cowering behind the door as you’ve been.

“That little thing has eight eyes and fangs for teeth. Not to mention those thick and pointy legs are posed to strike at any moment!”

Lia rolls her eyes but you’re past the point of caring how sane you may be perceived anymore.

“Please Lia, I’m begging you.” Just for kicks you drop to your knees, careful to still keep an eye on the intruder. “I’ll do the dishes for a week. Laundry for two! Just please, please, please get rid of it!”

Your girlfriend, the traitor, pretends to think about it for a minute. Your hands tighten around hers as each second ticks past.

“Bump laundry up to a month and throw in leaf duty for the rest of Autumn and I’ll think about it.”

“Patio will be spotless. Clothes fresh and folded.”

The way you agree without hesitation has Lia pausing. While you never minded helping her with tidying up the leaves, you detested doing her laundry. Everything was always muddy, sweaty, and gross. You must really be on your last legs if you’re willing to brave it all for a month just so she could get rid of the spider.

Pressing a kiss against your cheek, Lia shuffles you behind her.

You watch with bated breath as she pulls out an empty cup from her bag. For a second you really think everything’s going to work out without a hitch. Just for a fleeting second.

And then just as Lia takes a step forward, so does the little gremlin.

Fast as lightning you’re shrieking, diving behind the door like the spider’s too dumb to find the gap underneath it.

You could have been hiding there, trembling and regretting all of your life choices for hours or it could’ve been just mere seconds before you hear an amused clearing of a throat.

In her hand Lia’s got a flipped cup resting on a random sheet of paper. You don’t have to peek underneath it to know what’s hiding underneath.

“I take kisses as payment,” she smirks.

You mirror Lia as she steps towards you, taking a step backwards.

A perfectly manicured eyebrow raises in question but you put your hands up in defense.

“Not another step until that is out of our place.”

Lia drops her eyes towards the cup before looking at you again.

Your heart sinks when you notice the look on her face.

“Don’t.”

Lia raises her foot daringly.

“Lia Joëlle.”

Lia doesn’t take your warning seriously.

When she lunges forward while simultaneously feigning dropping the cup you leap back…

Right into something hard and not so sturdy.

A hand shoots forward to steady you but it’s too late.

A sparkle, a loud pop, and your tailbone lands hard on the ground as the lights all go out.

“Shit!” Lia curses.

There’s a deafening sound of something plastic hitting the floor.

An uncomfortable silence fills the air.

Then, “Okay. Don’t panic but--”

“OH MY GOD WHAT JUST CLIMBED ONTO ME?!”

[tilleternitydouspart]

Little Bunny Overlord Hopping Through His Forest

In Hell’s social hierarchy, Overlords are above sinners. This is the unspoken rule that has been created since the beginning of hell itself. The elite club run by Carmilla Carmine come together when summoned to discuss and eliminate potential threats to each of the various souls they have all collected.

But a new overlord had been summoned which caused quite a few to turn their heads with confusion…: Y/n L/n The Bunny Overlord.

When heard about the latest member of their elite brand, Many members struggled to contain their laughter….But soon regretted it as a little scarlet red bunny emerged in front of them…..And bared their fangs, Biting off their fingers and ripping the flesh off the others as they hopped right back to their owner.

Only one laugh remained.

Alastor was perhaps the most sadistic of the overlords, Hiding in the shadows to find the most vulnerable souls and crafting the perfect deals to keep a tight hold of them. But who could forget that he held his position by getting rid of his fellow overlords and broadcasting their screams of agony on the radio.

So he was intrigued with this mysterious new overlord who had risen to power in 2 years before he returned. Alastor was pleased as punch when he witnessed the warning that they had brought.

The Bunny Overlord was always listening. 

In the days before the next meeting, Alastor wanted to find out more about the overlord so he sent his shadows to seek out this hidden overlord. Taking a sip of his tea from his radio booth, The shadow returned with an invitation for him, Sinking back behind him as Alastor started to read with a grin on his face.

Dearest Alastor, I am writing to inform you that I request your presence at Bunny Bliss Boutique on 10 Heartbreaker Avenue, Looking forward to your reply! I understand if you are too busy or cannot make it.  Regards Y/n L/n.

Taking a moment to adjust his bowtie, Alastor teleported to the overlord’s location, Smiling as many employees started to move out of his way, Hearing them whisper amongst themselves before going back to work as he made his way towards the front desk.

Alastor: “Hello my dear fellow, I was just in the local neighbourhood when I got this delightful invitation from your employer!, May I enter your charming establishment?”

Secretary: “Please hold on a moment sir”

Taking a moment to look around the building, Alastor noticed various bunnies hopping around, Some were flying, Others were causing objects to float around and one….seemed to be staring at him.

The same one who teared the finger off and hopped off causing the meeting to end early. 

It cautiously approached him, Jumping up onto the desk and sniffing him as Alastor picked the bunny up and held it in his arms as the secretary finished their phone-call.  

Secretary: “Sorry for the hold up sir, Miss Y/n will be waiting for you on the 6th floor in her office”

Alastor smiled, Bowing as he teleported to the 6th floor, Approaching a golden archway as two hellhounds glaring at him before beckoning him to follow. 

As they made their way into the office, Alastor took in the scenery in front of him, A waterfall feature that seemed to endlessly sparkle, A bar station that seemed to rival his own back at the hotel and finally a comfortable living area where several bunnies were watching TV. 

Alastor seemed to realise that it wasn’t a Vox-tech certified television which made him wonder how powerful this overlord was. Realising he was still holding the bunny, Alastor set the bunny down carefully, Watching as the bunny hopped over to a set of pink crystal stairs. 

??: "Miss Y/n?”

Y/n: *Distant* “Yes, What is it?”

??: "The Radio Demon is here to see you” 

Y/n: *Distant* “I’ll be right down!, Tell him to make himself at home!”

The hellhounds left him alone as he wondered over to the living area, Inspecting the Television as some of the bunnies hopped onto him with one landing on his head, Letting out a slight chuckle before noticing several magical trinkets on display.

Y/n: “I see Angelina has taken a shine on you”

Finally he was meeting the bunny overlord, The same overlord who sent one of her own to send a message and….he was speechless Why was he speechless?.

A petite bunny with short blonde hair, Small elegant horns that seemed to endlessly change colours, Her eyes shining with shades of crimson and black staring up at him as she seemed to have a bright smile on her face. 

In that moment as Y/n stood before him in her radiant attire, Draped in a glittered gold and red dress that seemed to defy the boundaries of what fashion could be in Hell, Alastor couldn't deny the aura of playfulness and elegance that surrounded Y/n as Angelina hopped into her arms, Nibbling on her long black lantern sleeves causing her to laugh. 

He was…captivated.

Y/n: “It’s such an honour to finally meet the legendary Radio Demon himself, Your broadcasts are one for the history books”

Alastor: “Well the pleasure is all mine, After all it’s not everyday in hell that I meet such a delightful creature such as yourself”

Taking her hand, He planted a small kiss on her paw, Making her blush as she bowed in front of him, Quickly noticing the remaining bunnies on him.

Y/n: “Girls!, Get off him, Show him some respect, I’m terribly sorry, They always seem to get excited when someone new comes into the office, Shall we continue our conversation upstairs?”

Alastor: "Of course, Lead the way darling”

Heading up the crystal stairs, His eyes seemed to stare at what angel would describe as cute. The dress seemed to cling to her petit figure with a touch of allure in the air, Watching her tail twitch as she gazed back at him.

Y/n: “It’s rude to stare Alastor”

Alastor: “My apologies dear, It seemed my eyes wondered off on their own”

Hearing her laugh sent pleasant shivers down his spine as they headed towards her desk as she held out a chair in front of him, Smiling as he sat down, Playfully chuckling at her as Y/n set down a teacup before sitting down in front of him. 

Y/n: “I’m truly grateful you accepted my invitation so soon Alastor, To be quite frank if I had known you were coming so soon I would have visited Rosie to see what delectables she had to offer”

Alastor: “You know Rosie?, Not many demons have the pleasure of entering Cannibal Town without being swarmed by the hoard of hungry children playing in the streets”

Y/n: “Well, I saved a few of the children from being hurt after their toy wondered into one of my districts and I made sure they got home safe, Well Rosie insisted I stay for a cup of tea and one thing let to another and we became friends” 

Alastor: “Hmm” He took a long sip of his tea as Y/n gazed at her bunnies who had followed her up and started to hop over to her desk.

Y/n: *Sighs* “Look, The reason I asked you here is…um, Is actually for a request”

Placing his cup down on the desk, Alastor smiled, Watching as Y/n gazed down at her lap with his shadow towering over her before being shooed away by Alastor as she finally looked up, Taking a deep breath before…

Y/n: “How did you gain respect?”

The sound of an audience laughing filled the office which included the sound of the Radio Demon himself, Holding himself together as she tried to remain calm but inside felt childish. This was Alastor, The infamous Radio Demon, The man who broadcasted his victims screams of agony for all eternity as a remainder on who they were dealing with.

She had to remain confident in his presence.

Alastor: “Oh, Forgive me my dear but I haven’t had a good laugh like that since the stock market crashed, Oh so many orphans”

Y/n: “..I’ve only been in power for 2 years and only recently have I gotten the ‘overlord’ position and yet… Demons think I’m a joke, A dumb bunny who probably got where I am by ‘sleeping around’ but Alastor..You’re back from being gone for 7 years and yet demons know to respect you!”

Jumping up from her seat with a smile on her face took Alastor for a shock, Her smile..It made something in his dead cold heart beat as she continued to gush about his overlord status before taking a breath, Noticing she was rambling.

Y/n: “What I’m trying to say is…Will you teach me about being an overlord?”

The Radio Demon hummed, Watching her ears twich with anticipation as most of her bunnies surrounded her before noticing the scarlet bunny known as Angelina hopped onto the desk, Sat in front of him and started to widen her eyes, His shadow appearing with a curious expression as Alastor picked up Angelina and walked over to Y/n, Her eyes widening as he bowed to her.

Alastor: “Well my dear, You’ve twisted my arm but being how you’re already the bee’s knees, I’m not quite sure how Hell isn’t fallen for your heavenly charms”

Noticing her blush, Alastor took her paw and lead her towards her balcony, Watching as many demons on the streets below started to gasp and take photos as he picked Y/n up bridal style, Smiling as Y/n could only stare at the large crowd growing down below. 

Y/n: “Umm Alastor?, Forgive me for saying this but…How is this helping me be an overlord?”  

Spinning her around before taking her back in, Alastor set Y/n down aware of her confused expression, Adjusting his bowtie before making a bouquet made of gorgeous white snapdragons appear.

Alastor: “My dear, It is quite simple....and one lesson my darling mother taught me” 

With the help of his shadow, Alastor used his magic to create a small box engraved with a crisscross heart with symbols surrounding it, Grinning up at her.

Alastor: “Always treat your bride with love and respect”

A/n: The ending is horrible I know!! but yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, May make a part 2 in the future!.

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Vixen/Mari McCabe x Fem! Reader

Author's Note: MY WIFEEEE. I lied ya'll, Mari was actually my first female hero love. This scene of her and the one where she's staring at John when he aims his ring at her changed my brain chemistry.

Warning: Suggestive themes/mentions of sex/yandere behavior obviously.

- Mari would be such a charismatic yandere, she knows how to hide her fangs from her pretty little darling so she doesn't accidentally scare them off. In fact, she'd be really hard to pin down as a yandere because she'd already have her darling wrapped around her finger completely with just her charm, wit, and beauty alone.

- I don't really see her as being a jealous yandere because, like, she's a successful business woman and famous model. Not in a conceited or arrogant way but she knows her darling puts her on a pedestal, so she can only laugh when others dare to try and sway her darling away from her. However she is protective of what's hers. Territorial. She won't outright kill people because being so renowned comes with its limitations but in general, her moral compass (although corrupt) could never allow her to do so. Scaring them off with her power and influence, however? That's more up her alley.

- Leaving lipstick kisses upon your skin and "accidentally" forgetting to remind you to get rid of them. Accidentally "forgetting" her designer bags, earrings, and jewelry at your home so that everyone that enters at least know that you two are very "close friends", and constantly cuddling next to you during stuffy galas and events while draping her arms around you to keep her close and nearby. Whispering sweet nothings in your ears and making you giggle and blush so hard while she sends a smirk at the person who tried to take you away from her. A reminder that they can never have you because Mari has worked hard to become the only apple of your eye.

- In current canon, she does design her own clothes so you becoming her muse in her future designs. No matter your body type, she'd absolutely adore every part of you. Her designs are lovingly drawn with all of your curves in her mind, she bites her lip as her fingers delicately run over the fabric to smooth it out over the mannequin because she knows the color would look absolutely perfect on you. If you ever complain about ill-fitting clothes or want to improve your outfits, don't worry your cute little head about it♡ Mari will be more than happy to do so, especially because it gives her an opportunity to see what kind of clothes you like, and what style preferences you have♡

- The reason why Mari is so obsessed with you is because you make her feel safe. She may protect people but whose there to protect her? She was forced to leave her home, her romances have ended in either tragedy or failure (B'wana Beast fucking dying, her and Bronze Tiger not working out, and John Stewart being a HOMEWRECKER/j), but despite all of that, she stayed strong and never let it get in the way of her duties as a hero.

- But then you came into her life. You became her friend and close confidant. She told you everything and you were so...kind, compassionate. You put your hand over hers and told her how much you admired her for being so strong...but that you also felt so bad that she had no one to lean on, no one she felt that she could depend on, that she always had to be the one to keep the brave face. Maybe its because you understood what it was like to feel that way, maybe it was out of extreme empathy but you smiled up at her.

- "Mari, I might not be able to fly or save the world like you do, but....I want to be there for you. I admire you, not just for your strength or your bravery, but because your heart is so big and has gone through so much. Please, let me help you the same way you help everyone else!"

- And once she felt her heart skip a beat, she realized that she could never let you go. Because she finally had someone who she could come home to, someone who she felt safe enough to not be Vixen or renowned supermodel/ fashion designer. But Mari McCabe, the woman who helps people because she wasn't able to help the ones she loved. But not you, she'll be ready this time.

- After all, she's not oblivious to the risks of what happens to civilians who date heroes. She's seen it again and again with her coworkers and friends. So while she won't kill villains, she will give them a message they will never forget. Scratch it into their minds with her perfectly manicured and sharp nails that you are not be touched and that she will happily give them reasons not too.

- She really isn't that bad of a yandere. She would love to spoil you but she would have enough empathy to not straight up rob you of your independence. Not to mention that unlike traditional yanderes who want to lock their darlings away, Mari would love to flaunt you at her side. Showing you off in cute outfits that she bought/made you herself, taking you with her to different countries where she has a photoshoot at so you two can make a vacation of it, and having everyone gawk at you and her the moment you two walk into the room knowing they can look at you but they can't touch.

- She tries her best to keep you out of her work but if you notice her stressed or upset, you beg her for the chance to make her feel better. That can either mean having a nice relaxing bath with rose petals and soothing salts with her, massaging her tense muscles and aching body from a hard night of fighting and acrobatics, or maybe something a bit more physical. Maybe even all three. Either way, it will always end with her using her fingers to draw various shapes and patterns on your bare skin as she purrs softly into your comforting kisses and sweet praise. Her grip on you tightening and a small playful whine pulled from her lips whenever you stop for even a second.

- SHE WOULD TOTALLY RECOGNIZE YOU FROM SCENT ALONE AS WELL and her heightened senses are HIGHLY tuned to every detail about you. When she's halfway at the door of the luxury apartment she convinced you to live with her in, she smiles at the sounds of your scurrying feet as you excitedly anticipate the return of your lovely girlfriend. The way that she loves to sniff your hair and during sex, would so have a thing for pressing her nose against your body and letting herself get dizzy and drunk off your delicious scent♡ She savors every touch and intimate moment you two share like a fine meal, worshipping every part of your body and letting you do the same to hers, she will have every aspect of you memorized like the back of her hand.

- When she feels insecure or unconfident, she needs you. She lays her head on your lap and wants you to tell her that it will all be better. As prideful of a woman as she is, she can't deny the fact that she feels herself get soft around you. But that doesn't make you her weakness. Quite the opposite actually. Because even when the odds are against her, even when it seems like the villains have the upper hand, Mari will keep pressing on. Her urge to fight and protect stronger than ever and its all because of you. She fights so hard to get back home to you, she will gladly take every hit and injury if it means you'll be back home to kiss it better. She refuses to go down because you'll be by yourself, your beautiful eyes teary eyed, and your poor sweet heart broken because of her. The thought alone drives her insane with determination and anger because Mari will always be there to wipe away your tears, just like you have hers, and she will push herself above and beyond to get back to you.

- In terms of her being aware of her own yandere tendencies, she is aware that the feelings she has for you are wrong. That her dark thoughts aren't the normal jealous/possessiveness that people typically feel for their partners. But she will also justify to herself that its for your own good and besides...you love her, right? You'd totally accept her and the ugly side of her affections but there's no need to reveal all of that to you now. Instead just focus on her distractions and flirtations.

- Because they keep you from seeing that you foolishly wandered into the lioness's den and that there's no way to escape it now♡

[lokisprettygirl]

Light into the Darkness (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (18+) (70s AU)

Read Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : You get two nights to decide whether you want to keep the monster in your bed or not.

Warning: 18+, Reader is depressed, blood kink, smut, reader has plethora of insecurities, she's passively suicidal, she's in her thirties (for some of you that's a warning I guess), when I say alternate universe i mean it

“You're a vampire” you asked him, he merely gave you a deadly smile before he tilted his head to look at you from head to toe, like a wolf assessing his prey.

“I am but not the kind you may have heard of in tales” he answered as he stepped away from you, pacing the room with his hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers.

“So no castle in Pennsylvania?” You murmured under your breath so he let out a laugh before shaking his head as if the mere thought of it was ridiculous.

He was touched by the humour though. You had your wits intact even in such a terrifying situation and he admired that.

“What happens if I .. feed you my blood? Would I become like you?”

“Absolutely not, but you'll be bonded to me, physically, emotionally, spiritually. You'll be mine” he answered, his voice carrying the same edge of seduction.

“Will it hurt?”

“Yes. But it will also be the sweetest pleasure you will ever experience in life. You'll beg me to feed from you once you have my essence running through your veins”

“So like a drug?” he chuckled at the query, his eyes glowing in the dark.

“Drug flushes out sooner or later..once I'm in your system you won't be able to get rid of me” you gulped in nervousness as he said that..

“Sounds dangerous”

“It is. Once you give yourself up you'll be mine to worship and ruin if I wish to” he answered with all honesty.

“Even more dangerous”

A low rumble escaped his chest as you said that.

“I don't even know your name” you spoke again so he smiled.

“Eiríkr..but you can call me Eric” he answered.

“Do you know my name?”

“Ofcourse i do”

Ofcourse he did.

“I need some time to think..can I have that?”

“You may” he answered his eyes never leaving your shaking form “But I cannot give you forever, I'm here on borrowed time, cannot stay unless you bind me with you” you gulped again as he said that.

“I need time to think” you said firmly, surprised by the conviction in your own voice.

“Fair enough” He nodded before he continued “You shall have two nights..on the third moon you either hold my hand in yours or you let me go forever, choice will be yours”

And then he was gone.

You gasped as all the candlelights extinguished at once leaving you trembling in the complete dark, you tapped around the bed to move towards the nightstand so you could light one up again, anything to get away from the darkness consuming you.

You could still smell him around you, his scent wrapped around your senses like a cloak, you felt as if he was still there. Lurking in the shadows, watching your every move, waiting for you to succumb to the temptation he offered.

Somehow you managed to fall asleep again, but even your dreams were filled with his thoughts. There was no escaping him.

There he was, Eirkir, on top of you, his naked body pressed against yours, his pale skin drenched with blood, his damped hair clung to his forehead in curls, even in the dream it was as if you could smell it, the rustic metallic tang of blood mixed with his own sweetness.

Was this your blood? You had no idea, if it was you would have been dead by now, but you weren't, you were alive and vibrant.

“Open up for me little flame” he murmured against your mouth, his voice powerful and commanding, like a pliant doll you obliged, you had no say in it, you were his to ruin and to please as he wished.

You gasped for the air as he bit into your neck, your skin breaking under his sharp fangs, the sound of him sucking your blood in was so primal, so obscene and yet it was all you wanted to hear.

He let go of the hold he had on your neck before he kissed you on the lips, his thumb pressed down on the lower jaw as he opened you up. Your own blood seeping into your mouth from his own. Warm, bitter, sweet and so unholy.

“Taste yourself, you're divine” he commanded again.

And you did, you swallowed it like a sacrament.

That's when you awakened, drenched in sweat again, your breaths heavy, heart hammering in your chest as you sat up on the bed slowly, the bedsheet crumpled underneath you as if it had been used to make love on.

You heard the sound of the lightning strike outside, the faint, gloomy daylight peeking from the curtains of your window..It was going to Rain.

Your hand reached for your lips as if you were anticipating them to be wet with blood but nothing was there. It was just a dream.

But he wasn't a dream. Eirkír or Eric..he had come to you last night and he'd come again as he had promised.

You felt the wetness between your legs, result of the dream you had awakened from, a part of you felt terrified but another wanted to jump into the darkness, his darkness, the allure was irresistible, the dream had felt so real, his body felt so heavy on top of you, the blood all over his skin rubbing against you, staining you, rotting you to your bones.

No this was madness, you needed to get a grip on your thoughts. You didn't even know him, he was just a creature of the night, god knows if he was even who he said he was, and you were willing to throw yourself at him for what? To kill loneliness?

You rushed yourself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to get back to the reality of your world, your world that was nothing like his own.

"You will either hold my hand in yours, or you let me go forever.”

His voice echoed in your mind, soft and seductive, like a lullaby putting you to sleep, pulling you in deeper so you could stay in that dream forever, with him, his body on top of you, his fangs in your skin, his cock inside you, the way he fed you your own blood.

You couldn't forget what he said. The promise of him, of what he could offer, of what he could make you feel. It wasn’t just about blood. It was more than that. It was the bond. The connection. A part of you could already feel it, that invisible thread pulling you towards him, urging you to step forward, to claim it, to claim him as your own and have him claim you in every possible way.

“No..just no” you mumbled to yourself as you put on a dress and brushed your hair to leave for the record store.

When you reached Mr. Rogers was behind the counter, there were customers lining up to get their hands on the newest Queen's album “The night of the Opera”

You could tell he was relieved to see you.

“Sorry, I had to pay some bills” you apologised to him so he gave you a nod before swapping places with you behind the counter.

Throughout the day you found yourself distracted by his thoughts. The way he had touched your skin last night, a part of you wanted to feel it again. How was he even real? If he existed then what else was out there? You had borrowed two nights but you knew you couldn't stall forever, you had to give him an answer.

In the afternoon as the store got quiet you looked at Mr. Rogers.

“Ummm so I was wondering.. have you ever felt or seen anything supernatural?”

You asked him out of nowhere, the look on his face was one of wonder, in the last two years he hadn't known you as someone who made small talks like that. You were quiet and you were good at your job.

He took off his glasses to clean it with the hem of his shirt before he questioned you “What brought that on?”

“Just… curious. I read something weird last night and I guess it got me thinking” You shrugged, trying to play it cool.

He studied your face for a little longer, as if trying to read between the lines of your expression. Then he scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully.

“I don't have an answer to that but my grandmother often told me stories of the ghosts and evils lurking beyond our grasp” you gulped as he said that.

“Really? Like what?” you asked him, curiosity getting the best of you.

“When she was a little girl there was a man in her hometown West Hurley, for years and years he didn't seem to age” he said as he began to stock up the new records on the shelves. “He'd often show up in winters, pale as a ghost. Women were obsessed with him, men as well if I'm being honest” he chuckled. You could see women being obsessed with a mythical creature. Just the way you were.

“Well what was he?”

“Who knows..She got married and moved here.. it's a ghost town now”

You nodded as he said that, you didn't want him to think you were going crazy for real so you didn't press further on the topic.

Later that evening as you finally reached home, you flicked the light switch the moment you opened the door.

Candles made everything worse.

The house still smelled of the sweet musk, his aroma was all around as if he had been here recently.

You felt as if you were being watched all the time.

After taking a bath, you put on a night robe before you entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Maybe it was all in your head, a drunken spur, it was ridiculous, none of it could ever be real. Vampires didn't exist. They were just old wives tales. You were drunk, vulnerable and desperate, your mind must have made it up. Desperation can do that to you. Right?

You were about to pour the tea in a cup when you u heard a knock on the door your heart went still for a moment. It was close to midnight, who could be at your door at such an hour?

You didn't exactly have friends anymore, the ones you did you had managed to successfully push away because you despised how happy they seemed with their husbands and family. As another knock came you reached the door to have a look through the peephole.

“Don't look, don't open the door” you gasped as you heard the voice behind you. His voice. Eric.

He turned you around and pressed you against the door, you had to look up to match his eye.

Oh god he wasn't a figment of your imagination was he? No he wasn't.

In the light he somehow looked even more breathtaking if it was even possible.

You heard the knock on the door again which startled you, but his hold on your shoulders was strong, making it impossible for you to move.

“Hello. My name is Jonah. Is this y/n y/l/n? I live downstairs”

A voice spoke from the other side of the door. You had never heard of Jonah or seen one living in this building. The man on the other side spoke in a monotonous tone, it sounded human but almost as if someone was pretending to be one.

“Hello y/n. This is Jonah from downstairs. I found an interesting picture of this building from 1850, would you like to take a look? Open the door”

Hair on the back of your neck stood up as you heard the eerie voice again.

“What is that?” You finally asked Eric so he diverted his attention from the door and looked down at you.

“Last night I'm not the only one who heard your call”

Eric’s eyes darkened as the knock came again, louder this time, almost impatient. He placed his thumb on your lips to halt them from trembling in such fear, making your breath hitch with his touch. There it was, that sensation, you felt aroused by everything, his touch,his scent, his voice.

“There are other things that move in the dark, things that listen”

You swallowed thickly, your back still pressed to the door, his body like a protective armour in front of you. You didn’t dare move or breathe.

“Can you make him go away?” you whispered in fear but then the entity spoke again.

“Let me in Y/n, I want to show you this beautiful photo.. I'm Jonah..i live downstairs”

The voice made your ears bleed, there was no inflection in its tone, no emotion, just strings of words formed together.. It was so off, too smooth, too calculated, as if it had practiced human speech in a mirror and still hadn’t gotten it right.

“I could tear him apart, if you’d let me.” Eric spoke as he caressed your cheek, his head tilting, eyes drinking in the sight of you in the sheer night robe.

“What is that? Is it like you?” he chuckled as you questioned him, almost a snicker as if he was mocking your naivety.

“Darling I was born, i was human once, I was turned, That thing has never seen humanity”

“Y/n...OPEN THE DOOR FOR ME”

The doorknob began to rattle as if it was trying to get in. Your body pressed further into his chest, your arms curled around his waist.

“Why did he pick that name? Jonah?”

“He’s not Jonah, he picked it from the dead. There was a Jonah once, two floors down. He died in 1960”

“So what’s at the door now?” You stared at him, heart hammering in your chest.

“A leech. It heard your longing, your pain, they're like parasites” He looked down at you, eyes gleaming with a sense of protectiveness but the kind you couldn't really trust.

The knock then turned into a harsh scratching against the wood. His voice now hoarse and urgent as if it was getting agitated.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N. Let me show you the photo. It’s important. I won’t hurt you”

“Why is this happening to me?” You asked, voice dripping with fear, barely audible as if you were scared the thing out there would hear you.

“You screamed into the void, into the darkness, those lurking there.. they saw your light and they followed”

“Please make him go away” you pleaded with him, his hands wrapped around your cheeks as he made you look up, that's when you saw his eyes, green eyes, his pupils were blown, he was constantly licking his lips as if he was starving.

And he was starving, he could hear the sound of your blood pumping in those veins, your delicious sweet blood, he needed to have it but he needed to be patient, he didn't want to just take by force, like those creatures out there, he needed you to submit to him completely.

Submission and desire made it so much sweeter.

“I will..but just this once my sweet” he whispered, his fingers trailing down from your jawline to the hollow of your chest “Come tomorrow night you'd need to make a decision. If you choose to let me go I fear I might be of no help when those things come knocking again”

He knew he was manipulating you but he didn't care. He needed to bond with you, he wasn't ready to go back into the darkness.

As he said that, suddenly everything stopped, the knocks, the inhuman voice, everything went still. It was silent, completely silent, but the kind that screamed, the kind that made your ears ring and suffocated you.

“What did you do? Is it gone?” You asked him as you breathed deeply.

“I merely reminded him that I am here. It won't return..not tonight at the very least”

“Why me? I never wanted any of this..i was just lonely and desperate” You asked as you walked past him, needing the distance from his intimate hold, even though your body ached from the loss of contact

“But you did” His voice was still soft as he turned to look at you “You whispered your pain into the night, you called for someone, anyone. You bared yourself open like a wound. That longing inside you, the ache to be seen, to be known, to be held, it’s loud in the places where creatures like me lurk”

He stepped closer to you so you took a few steps back but he didn't stop, he kept approaching and before you'd trip he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest…his hand steady against the small of your back, pressing you into him as if to remind you he was real, and so was the choice before you.

“I don’t want to be a meal for someone” you murmured, your voice trembling.

“You won’t be” he said, brushing his lips against your temple “Not unless you ask for it.”

“Eric…” you whispered his name, feeling the familiar ache in the pit of your stomach.

The way your voice broke on his name made something flicker in his eyes, it was arousal. He didn't just desire your blood.

“You don’t even know me” you whispered.

“Perhaps that is true but I heard you, i heard your call”

“I don't want this..I don't want to want this” your eyes teared up but you couldn't even tell anymore whether it was from fear or desire.

Every inch of you wanted him to keep touching you like this.

“But you do..you want me, I can smell it my little flame, your desperation, your resistance, your arousal, I can smell it all” he whispered as his fingers curled around your hair, pulling your head behind, his lips brushing over your pulse, his fangs desperate to plunge in.

“I'm scared” you murmured softly, he smiled not in a way that would comfort you, but in a way that made you believe how dangerous he was for you, and yet you wanted him to take you in ways you had never been taken before.

His lips hovered over your throat, his breaths cool as winter against your warm skin.

“Good,” he whispered. “You should be scared.”

His words melted in your ears like honey. You wanted to pull away but you didn’t. Instead your fingers curled against the fine fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady rhythm of something that may or may not be a heart.

He tilted your head further, exposing your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin.

“You’ve never been consumed before” he murmured. “But you will learn..you'll learn what it is like to be worshipped and be ruined at the same time” You gasped at his words, legs shaking, knees threatening to give out and they would have if he wasn't holding onto you so tightly.

You have never been made to feel this way, never been seduced, no other man had to try this hard to catch your affection, you gave it away easily, you got attached easily. But he was no ordinary man, you still didn't fully understand what he was, all you knew was that you needed him to keep touching you like this.

“Dream of me again, little flame”

And just like that. He was gone. You collapsed on the carpeted floor as your knees couldn't keep you steady without his support. The ache between your legs even worse.

That night as you laid down on bed, the thought of the scary entity was forgotten completely. Your fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing against the wet flesh as you thought of the dream you had last night.

His naked body slick with blood shining in the moonlight as he slowly pumped in and out of your cunt. The way he fed on you, the way he fed you your own blood.

A sickening guilt washed over you, a sense of disgust but you'd be lying if you said anything else had ever made you feel so aroused..

You had been in control of your body once, you were supposed to be stronger than this, smarter than this. Yet here you were trapped in the aftermath of the visions that haunted your thoughts, the fantasies that refused to let you go. How could you let this happen?

You could still feel the phantom weight of Eric’s hands, his mouth, the cold, dark promises he'd whispered to you. Each thought of him made your heart race and your body react against your will. But even as you despised yourself for wanting him, for craving him, there was no denying the pleasure, no denying the pull of the darkness that he offered..

The sensation of your own fingers moving with desperate need only magnified the humiliation. You wanted to stop, wanted to scream at yourself to wake up and see it for what it was, a seductive trap. But the images of him, his power, his cold, beautiful hands tracing your skin, the image of his fangs biting into your throat, they wouldn't leave your head. And then you wondered if he was watching, if he was lurking in the corner of the dark room and watching as you sullied yourself. If he was touching his cock as he watched your humiliation burn you.

“No no no” you tried to resist as you pulled your hand away from between your legs but the thought of being ruined by him made it impossible, your hand slipped between your legs, fingers pushing inside, pumping at a sporadic pace..

“Ohhh yes..consume me please..take me please..i need you” You murmured as the shame of it all tipped you over the edge. The climax made your vision blurry and left your body thrashing on the bed.

Tomorrow, you will have to give him an answer. You will have to decide whether you wanted to become an extension of him or if you never wanted to see him again.

The thought of never seeing his beautiful face again though, yeah that bothered you much more than you could have anticipated.

You already knew the answer to his question, but you weren't ready to say it out loud yet, not tonight.

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[fizzyrodeo]

miscellaneous helluva boss redesign headcanons i'm not gonna use because i'm too lazy to do a full rewrite;

robofizz IS fizzarolli. instead of the robofizzes being robotic replicas, fizzarolli was so damaged by the fire that he is now 90% cyborgs. as his arms and legs are interchangeable, he has a series of work-related sets (the typical black flexi-metal) but also a series of casual sets that he reserves for asmodeus' company (the same metal but engraved with hearts or cute phrases).

blitzø has wings (half succubus, hell yeah) but can't fly because he was never taught and maybe because of his trauma he's incapable of learning. barbie wire also has wings and can fly, having been taught by verosika in rehab. both barbie and blitzø prefer to use their succubus charms over their wings, but again barbie is better at it than blitzø because she had a guide.

millie is the second tallest member of i.m.p (loona's tallest), equalling sallie may's height. she's also significantly buffer than the others because she actually works out and proteinmaxxes or whatever the hell people do to get buff. i don't work out but i do know millie is buff as hell.

moxxie looks a little more like his mother because why the hell not.

loona has some kind of visible injury that was gained during a fostering prior to blitzø's. i feel like the show leads us to believe loona had never been adopted prior to blitzø, but to me it makes more sense that she was and it didn't turn out so well... because otherwise she really has no conceivable reason to be treating blitzø the way she did for majority of the series. anyway, loona has long hair, so i think she'd have some kind of ugly eye scar that she covers with it. maybe multiple scars?

i also imagine loona as chubby with her weight going to her hips/thighs (me projecting hehe) due to blitzø absolutely spoiling her with fattening treats for like the first year of adopting her (until he learned how unhealthy they were) PLUS the fact that loona does seem to lean into gluttony quite often.

chaz is also buffer because i feel like it's easier to trick people into thinking you have something to offer if you don't look like a scrawny mf. he also has an eyepatch that used to be for show but eventually becomes necessary after he betrays the wrong mobster...

STRIKER!!!! striker should have more snake features rather than the invisible rattle. if he has to keep the imp tail just so he's recognizable as a hybrid, at least give him a rounder face and fangs. maybe some kind of ugly tinted scales under his receding hairline <3

similar to beelzebub, stolas has some king of glowy cosmic effect incorporated into his design. maybe his eyes? or it's emanating from his head, like a ponytail. i think giving stolas long hair would make his design so much better.

since octavia seems somewhat studious and is also incredibly introverted, i imagine her really leaning into the "moody astrologist teen" aesthetic rather than the "moody headphone teen" aesthetic. in my revision i imagine to distract herself from her family issues she throws herself into her studies of space and magic (struggling with practical performances due to her stress) which in turn leads her to adopt a not-so-stylish fashion... stained cloak, messy hair, you know?

stella gains some "negative" effects from her pregnancy with octavia. things that would make her hate herself, like additional weight (not even anything significant, just some pesky stomach chub she can't get rid of bc you know she'd throw a fit about it) or... idk, insert something else. i don't know anything about pregnancy 😭 i also headcanon her to look more swan-like, or at least with a pointier head so that she doesn't look like stolas' cousin.

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺

𝘋𝘢𝘺 Four: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘪𝘥

Rating: T

Pairing: Raindrop

Word Count: 1.2k

Murder Ghouls Ahead! (No actual murder, just the aftermath)

Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. 

Rain sits back against the shower wall. Knees drawn up to his chest. Blood swirling down the drain. Not much. Most of it not even his. But it's enough. Enough that he feels the sting, worse is the bite of shame. Embarrassment. He should be better than this. He is better than this. It’s not like it’s his first hunt or anything. Not like he doesn’t know how to do this–hasn’t done it a thousand times. 

He isn’t sure what went wrong. 

His arm stings. He refocuses his gaze to watch blood leak from it. It’s not that bad–he’s had worse. Nothing like hunting in the pit. But it’s still a nasty gash down the the outer edge of his forearm. It’s still bleeding. It still hurts. 

There’s a sharp knock on his bathroom door. Rain flinches. Ignores it. He doesn’t understand why no one in this place understands what a locked door means. 

“Rain.” 

It’s Dew, voice sharp. Tipping up with worry. Rain wonders if he saw the mess he left by the late–too in shock to even finish his meal or dispose of it properly. Sloppy. He tucks his head into the circle of his arms. He had a knife. Since when do siblings carry knives? Maybe if Rain keeps ignoring him, Dew will go away. 

He knows better, of course. But he can hope. 

“Rain I know you’re in there.” 

Rain sighs. “I’m fine.”

“C’mon.” 

It isn’t like the door is the thing stopping Dew. He already picked the lock on Rain’s bedroom. And he hadn’t thought to lock the bathroom door too. He appreciates Dew giving him this space, but he also knows he isn’t going to be able to get rid of him. Dew can definitely smell the blood–the shame–the disaster wafting through the door.  

“It’s not my blood,” Rain answers. 

The door cracks open and Rain buries his head deeper into the circle of his arms, curls up tighter. Pressed into the corner of the shower like he can disappear. Then Dew’s there. Stepping into the cool spray, fully clothed. Rain hears the hiss of the water as it hits him, evaporates. The hand Dew lays on Rain’s arm is hot. 

Rain looks up at him. He doesn’t know what Dew sees in his face–but whatever it is makes the fire ghoul blanch. He watches as Dew gnaws on his lip with a crooked fang. The sight of Rain pulls at his features. Like he’s warring with relief that Rain is alright, and worry that maybe he actually isn’t. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” 

“Not much to tell. I picked wrong.” 

It happens sometimes. Some humans appear weaker than they are. They fight back. They scratch and claw and kick and scream. Rain, and every other ghoul who hunts, has learned to accept that–expect it even. But not knives. Not knives in the hands of people who know how to use him. 

“Did they survive?” 

Rain shakes his head. 

“Then you didn’t pick wrong.” 

There’s no denying the little flashes of anger in Dew’s voice. Not at Rain–he knows that. At whoever hurt him. Dew probably wished Rain hadn’t killed him–just so he could have had the chance to do it himself. 

“Come on, let’s get you up. The water’s cold.” 

“I like the water cold.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t.” Dew pulls on him with surprisingly strength and Rain lets himself be uncoiled. Dew doesn’t stop until Rain’s standing, looking down at the fire ghoul. Water dripping from Rain’s curls onto Dew’s upturned face. 

Dew presses a soft kiss to the space over Rain’s heart. “You’re fine.” 

Rain nods. “I told you that.” 

“I know. Still had to see it for myself. And you’re still beating yourself up about it. Shit happens.” 

“He had a knife.” 

“He doesn’t have anything anymore.” Dew laces his fingers with Rain’s and reaches around him to turn off the shower. The silence that falls after feels oppressive. Rain winces. Dew frowns just a little, the corners of that delicate mouth pulling down and despite the ache, and the shame, Rain wants to smooth those worry lines away. 

“You don’t have to do any of this,” Rain says softly. Dew reaches up to tuck a drenched curl behind Rain’s ear. Rain chooses to believe he’s doing it to stop the steady stream of icy water from dripping on his cheek. 

“I want to do this. You should have come to me.” 

Rain shrugs. “Why? It’s a scratch.” 

“A lot more than a scratch,” Dew mumbles as he inspects Rain’s arm, pressing gentle fingers to swollen sides. It’s a clean cut–a sharp knife. Deep but not too bad. Not bleeding anymore. A human would need stitches, but Rain isn’t human. “You were embarrassed.” 

Rain grimaces, thinks about lying. He keeps so many people at arm's distance–it’s easier. He’s used to being alone. He spent so much time alone in the pit. But as hard as he tries to hold Dew at a distance, he can’t. Dew doesn’t let him–Rain doesn’t even really want to. Dew’s under his skin, and Rain likes him there. 

“I don’t like fucking up.” 

Dew clicks his tongue. “You didn’t fuck up. Shit happens. Let me fix it.” 

Rain allows himself to be pulled from the shower. Dew points to the closed toilet seat and Rain sits and watches do crouch down to dig into the vanity under the sink, looking for the first aid kit. Dew’s clothes are damp–the heat of him not able to protect him from all of the water. Rain hopes that after this he can get Dew out of them–that they can curl up together in bed and watch something stupid on TV and Rain can forget about everything except the way Dew’s skin feels against his. 

He’s pulled out of his reverie by a sharp sting along the cut in his arm. Dew, cleaning it with one fo those strongly scented alcohol pads that always make Rain’s head hurt. He crinkles his nose up. 

“Sorry, it’s just for a second.”

“It’s gross.” 

“Stinks.”

“Only you would complain about the smell instead of the pain.” Dew rolls his eyes but there’s a smile there, that worried frown finally disappearing. 

Dew chuckles as he slathers some cream over the cut–this thankfully doesn’t smell like anything. “Don’t want you drying out, Fishy.” 

That finally makes Rain smile. He dips his head, grinning, heat flaring through his chest–adoration more than anything else. Dew catches him looking away–catches the soft violet color rising to his cheeks. 

“There you are,” he whispers. Using the hand that isn’t covered in lotion to tip Rain’s chin up so they can look at each other.  Dew dips down to kiss him, soft, chaste.  

“Here I am,” Rain whispers, nodding. 

Dew finishes the rest with deft fingers. Pressing a pad into the wound and wrapping tight gauze around it. He pats Rain’s arm lightly when he’s done, satisfied with his work. Then his face goes sober again, serious. It’s Rain’s turn to worry his lip between his teeth. 

“Don’t scare me like that again,” Dew says, pressing his forehead into Rain’s. “Promise me.” 

He doesn’t answer, he just kisses Dew again. A little longer, a little sweater. An apology. Rain can’t promise him–all he knows how to do is run away. But it’s ok–because he knows Dew will always follow, will always find  him. Will always fix him. 

[howlingday]

OH BOY TIME FOR-.. blake.. god I wanna send jaunes bio since it's done... But I can't ignore Blake.. she's a main character and while I would love to get rid of her and replace her with Illia.. that's not really a sign of good writing for someone doing a rewrite.. plus it ain't far to the people who like Blake (all 5 of em)

Enjoy Blake's bio for RWBY fate, I actually really wanted to cook with this one.

Blake Gabrielle Belladonna

Age:18-20

Sex: female

Aura color: black with hints of purple

Faunus trait: ears of cat before later developing a cat tail and fur covering parts of her face, and her arms after accepting her heritage fully.

Semblance: “shadow step”. Blake has the ability to create after images of both herself and her teammates, these after images can perform simple actions such as grabbing and throwing, with these shadows also has the unique ability to see through their eyes if she concentrates. However as all semblances do they drain aura, and while Blake's semblance doesn't drain a hefty amount, with a clone being rather cheap if it is not given an action, shadows that perform an action require a little more Aura, and seeing through a shadows eyes is even more expensive. Add that with the fact keeping these shadows constant passively consumes aura, Blake must be extremely careful with her semblance because small losses of aura can stack up quickly.

Weapon: gambol shroud (originally a simple sword wielded by her great grandmother who started the white fang, Blake has modified with a pistol, as well as attaching a tether that Blake can run her semblance through to great a shadow finger which pulls the weapons trigger)

Description: faunus by themselves are divisive, with the amount of types there are and how their traits behave, this subspecies of man is already not loved due to how different they are, but when it comes to Blake and her mixed heritage, her mother as human and her father a cat faunus, Blake feels as if she doesn't fit in, in either world, especially considering her father is the leader of the faunus’s “Kingdom” menagerie. Blake has developed a feeling that due to her heritage she can't fully understand her father's people, however she winds up meeting a person she once called her best friend, the adoptive son of her father's apprentice. This boy named Adam wound up becoming fast friends with Blake, seeing her as she was, a fellow person. Adam at the time was someone would call a good person however as they grew older and her father begrudgingly took up the role of the leader of the white fang once more, Blake saw Adam delve into a world of violence, serving as a member of the white fang, fighting against faunus traffickers and trying to cripple organizations who had oppressed the faunus, at first there was almost no casualties, all under the order of Blake's father, “do not take any lives, we fight, not slaughter”. However during a mission gone wrong which Blake was never given the details on, not only did her father leave the white fang, but Adam was branded with the symbol of the sdc… this changed him. Blake later joined the white fang against her father and mothers wishes and was appointed to Adams group by the new leader, Sienna Khan. However the more missions she took, the more she saw how far Adam, and the white fang was falling. On one train heist in particular she winds up abandoning the group, cutting her team and Adam from the rest of the train which was headed straight to vale. She would quickly go into hiding, fearing the consequences of being a deserter, she would eventually decide to attend beacon academy, not to hide, but to try and find herself, to find a new purpose. Unbeknownst to her, her past and her heritage are still hot on her trail, and soon she will have to accept her role as the future leader of the faunus, and what it means to fight against oppression.

..yeah I also may have altered a bit of the faunus's lore and how they operate which I can elaborate on if anyone wants.

Thank you for acknowledging my existence. I agree her character hasn't improved since Volume 3, but neither has most of the main cast. But I'm gonna stop there before I get another fucking ulcer defending Blake...

Oh! Changing the Faunus, eh? So, we're going for a sorta Zoan Fruit Awakening route where the more intuned to herself, the more catlike she becomes? Alright, I getcha. Could be some nuance developed for her character this way, or maybe even show what a failed awakening looks like (in Adam).

So Blake has literal shadow clones? Okay... I see... Honestly, I'm just remembering that scene in Dragon Ball Z Abridged when Goku is fighting Cell and the afterimage passes through him.

Ooh~! I like the sword origin AND the clone combo! Honestly, this could play into her being called a hypocrite for seeking to topple the Schnee Dust Company, which has a nepotistic hierarchy, while also being a third generation White Fang member with TWO family members who were High Leaders. She insists she's not like them, despite her trying to lead the White Fang to NOT blow a train of orphans just because there's a briefcase of dust eight cars away.

OH~! So Kali is human, which is kind of a nod to the in-lore rule that Faunus have Faunus children, even when one parent is human, much like Velvet, BUT also plays into the story of the God of Animals, in which the Faunus were despised by humans AND animals after their creation. I can imagine Kali isn't treated well by any Faunus other than Ghira and Blake because she's human.

I'm kinda curious to see where you go with this.

[yanderes-galore]

HELLOOOO looks at your top five fandoms and blinks my big eyes. could you write something up for helob (cotl) w a darling he had captured and was at first intending to eat/sell off?

Sure! It may not be long but... I can throw out some ideas for you :)?

Yandere! Helob with a Captured! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Consumption, Biting, Blood, Violence, Gore mentioned, Possessive behavior, Dark themes, Mentions of selling people (?), GRAPHIC descriptions, Forced "relationship".

This is yet another situation where, no matter what happens, the obsession doesn't win.

The moment you were plucked from your home, your fate was sealed.

Your meeting with the spider isn't amicable.

You're left alone in your realm, be that Darkwood, Anura, Anchordeep, or Silk Cradle...

However, there's always threats with wandering alone.

Monsters of all kinds roam the realms of The Old Faith.

Be that mindless creatures... foxes... or spiders...

The moment you take a misstep, you're caught in a web.

One of the many webs Helob has set up.

Helob's original thoughts about you are as you think.

A pathetic little creature who wandered too far from home...

Cute weak little prey.

The moment you were caught in his web, Helob couldn't help but feel hungry.

He could sell you... or he could eat you outright.

The taste of your flesh was so tempting.

Although... Helob may even have other plans for you.

Maybe you catch his eye, or maybe he just ate?

Either way, your life gets to be "spared" for a little while.

"This one's so cute... I want to save them for later...!"

The entire obsession places you on borrowed time.

Helob's simply keeping you around because you entertain him.

Perhaps he won't get rid of you, no, he wants to keep you in his home.

You look so adorable covered in his webs.

Helob often talks to you after he has his meals, the spider chatting away with his new prisoner companion.

He really shouldn't play with his food, but with you he can't help himself.

You're so cute he could just eat you up... yet he won't... for now.

He'll have restraint because you interest him so much.

The food you're given is usually stuff you can stomach.

Helob knows you can't eat what he eats... so he finds berries and other foods you can.

After all, he can't have you looking all skinny and gaunt....

Helob wants you to have some meat on your bones... delicious meat that he just wants to taste.

Helob's "romantic" feelings and the craving he has for your flesh is a very blurred line.

He feels maybe he loves you, a cute little partner he took in for himself.

At the same time... he wants to dig his fangs into your flesh.

You're his prey... he makes such a thing obvious when he tells other paying customers you're not for sale.

Even that Lamb that keeps showing up is turned down, Helob can't bear the idea of parting with you.

Eventually, perhaps weeks or months into your capture, Helob can't help but give in.

He's hungry... he desires you... he just wants a little taste.

The moment he sinks his fangs into your flesh... The taste is euphoric.

Your blood spills into his mouth and he can't help but think he's the only one who deserves such a taste.

You're all his... all of you... including your delicious taste.

Helob knows he should savor you, keep you around as a little treat, but once he starts...

Ohhh... He doesn't want to stop.

You cry and scream into the silk gag he made for you as he digs into your taste.

He chews bits of flesh, tears through flesh, and drinks your blood like it's ambrosia.

By the time he's done, there's barely any left.

Your cries stopped a long time ago, the taste of you still on his tongue.

He's upset afterwards... He had really enjoyed you, really loved you...

But now you sat heavily in his stomach, the feeling sickeningly pleasant.

Helob wishes he could experience such a thing again and again... He desires it!

Yet now, no one else can have you...

You know what they say about spiders...

They have a tendency to eat their mates.

[kerubimcrepin]

Wakfu OVA - Book 2, Ush [PART 6]

This goes very hard as a beginning for the first, liveblog I'm writing back home after my trip. (It's still running on scheduled posts because I realized I really like scheduling posts)

also: asset reusage for them falling spotted.

I need them to be in this amount of pain always.

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Thank you OVA for this meal.

He's so fucking stupid and pathetic and I'm here giggling and kicking my feet because i love him so much because of these qualities.

Go girl give us nothing...

As was proven by season 4 of Wakfu, and the Remington comic: while Ush and Joris do hate each other, they can agree on helping people. Which is why Joris is hoping that maybe Ush will switch sides.

On a more important note than pointing out random character interactions: FANGS.

Joris in Remington comics: Ush how about you kill yourself for the good of Bonta. not like you don't have lives to spare. Ush here: You want me to be your third pet so badly that it makes you look stupid.

I need to know everything about their weird fucking rivalry. Like Ush tries to go for a multitude of low blows here.

Here's my translation of this interaction from Ush-speak: The person who takes care of Ush when he dies gets paid for it, while Cringoris has been doing this shit for free for two men who are far more stupid and entitled. AND somehow it makes Cringeoris feel entitled to Ush's cooperation or respect. While he's literally some guy he isn't even related to. (He's hardly related to Kerubim and Atcham even! Why the hell should they affect his relationship with the weird blue guy?? They're far younger than him, have a different family, maybe a different mother and different upbringing... The two of them, and all the other Ecaflip Demigods, are only related to him because of Some Pink Guy whom Ush hates and wants to get rid of. They are brothers only on a biological level. And yet to Joris, who is literally adopted, this means Something. Is he insane? Is he stupid?)

The CEO of liking people who try to kill him has spoken on his controversial yet predictable opinion on the whole "there are 13847234 "siblings" in our "family tree" because our "father" cannot stop having sex with mortal women. And we keep killing each other, not without our father's goading. What does this mean for our relationships" thing.

Yes, it's from a game that was decanonized, but:

Never forget what Ecaflip did to his demigod Yakusha and that demigod's mother.

Or everything he did to Kerubim and Atcham.

I think that Ush may have, like, very normal and understandable reasons to detest Ecaflip — and not being into the idea of getting buddy-buddy with Kerubim and Atcham just because of their shared relation to the god (whom he hates) is actually pretty rational.

A semi-canonical source (devlog for the de-canonised game Wakfu Raiders) points out that while Yakusha and Ush may not share a mother — unlike Atcham and Kerubim — they are united in being abandoned by their father.

While Kerubim and Atcham also suffered, except from, uh... too much presence of Ecaflip in their lives, I can't help but think that from Ush's point of view, they're the lucky ones.

He loves to bully his privileged loser little brothers who actually had a (horrible fuckawful) father figure while growing up.

(That, and his belief that Kerubim is stupid,,, isn't entirely unfounded.)

[synthetickitsune]

Hello! I don't know if your requests are still open, but if they aren't just ignore this. May I request some romantic, fluffy & emotional content for Gwi (Scholar Who Walks The Night) with a human s/o who loves him deeply and is always gentle, caring and kind towards him? Like she genuinely respects him, and treats him with so much love? Cause look, I have theories about Gwi and affection. Namely that he was always treated like a beast and basically betrayed by his loves. But I think he is both touch starved and affection starved. Legit I feel like he'd melt for someone who gives him their heart sincerely, and sees him as a wise ancient being worthy of respect, rather than a monster to be destroyed.

PLEASE i could go on and on about my takes on gwi and affection and everything, he literally deserves so much more than he got </3 tbh i definitely will write more about this prompt because i want to give him at least some sort of happiness

Gwi (Scholar Who Walks the Night) | Affection fluff | 1k | (kind of implied) f!reader

Their voices join the water and blood dripping in the expanse of the cave, so do their faces, all of them just the background. If you were told they’re only another rock growth in the underground palace, you’d accept it without a second thought. So insignificant they were. Maybe not for the palace, for the grand scheme of things, but it’s always been easy to detach yourself from the world.

You’re not really looking at them, perhaps through them would be a better word. But when he speaks, your eyes surely find his profile and you pay attention. Most of what he says is mocking the humans standing before his throne. He’s sneering at them, taunting them. They can’t do anything about it. They can’t do anything to him. Everyone in the room knows it. So they come after the obvious easy prey.

“Gwi, isn’t it about time you got rid of the toy?” you know without looking at them that the official speaking is pointing at you. You’ve heard them mutter about him playing with his food before. And if you heard, he heard too.

“What toy?” the vampire asks, and you know that to them his voice is nothing but amused. But you don’t need his enhanced hearing to take precaution. When the backs of his fingers brush against your cheek, it must look to them like you’re motionless. You lean your body towards him just enough that he takes notice of your weight shifting on his lap. Just leaning into his touch isn’t enough. He’s a creature that deserves more respect than that. “Which one should I get rid of?”

If he only could look at both you and the subject before him, you know he would. Jealousy was never your strong suit. Even less so in the face of Gwi. Sometimes you’d get the feeling he doesn’t appreciate that. Other times you think he seems relieved. Either way, he was not for you, or any human, anyone, to own. You keep your eyes on him. The officials are predictable enough, all of them plotting, trying to figure out how to get their daughters involved, how to get closer to power. 

They sputter and back down as they always do. Trying their most to stay in Gwi’s good graces while crossing every boundary clearly set. It’s pathetic. And the vampire is as predictable as them, so you don’t flinch at all when the gentle caress turns into a death grip on your jaw while his fangs bury into the flesh of your neck.

They run away. Of course they do after the vampire’s mocking. They take it as a threat to their family, so you don’t blame them for closing their eyes and turning their back. It is a threat. Not a fully empty one either. But the officials and their petty palace drama and power struggle are irrelevant and definitely not the thing your mind wants to focus on as it grows fuzzy. Your body is getting weaker but you don’t panic. You hear your heart in your ears and it’s beating steadily.

“Your blood tastes so sweet,” his voice graces your ears, his bloodied lips gently pressing against your cheek not a second later, leaving a mark, “I never tasted anything like it. Is it because you’re not scared of me?”

It’s not the first time Gwi wonders aloud about your blood. Perhaps that truly is the reason, maybe panic ruins the blood, just like when hunters try to catch their prey unaware. It wasn’t always like this, and you entertain the thought of your will and desire overrunning even your instincts and biology. Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth, so you can’t respond and he doesn’t force you to. Instead he guides your head to rest against his shoulder, allows your body to lean on his.

You feel a sense of guilt for being so weak. You wish he could feed from you all the time, drink your blood until he’s sated. He’s tried that in the past. He kept feeding from you day after day - as a desert, he’d claim - kept feeding from you right until you were on the verge of death. The doctors barely saved you. You never asked how did it happen that you were nursed back to health. Then again, did you need to? It was about that time that you started noticing that the officials despised you.

“Should I get rid of you?” he muses, and yet his arm is wrapped around you so tenderly it’d make you sleepy with comfort if it wasn’t for your desire to listen to him, “Should I set you free?”

You don’t think he’s playing with you, but then again Gwi is unpredictable at the best of times. Either way, it’s all the same to you. Your answer would always be the same.

“I’d worship you still,” you whisper, gathering your strength only to be shushed by the vampire holding you. There’s a smirk on his lips. Proud. But it softens. He knows. He knows. And maybe that’s why you get to be held by him.

“Worship is not a word many would use,” he sounds amused, and you enjoy how freely he converses with you. Not too long ago he’d be much more guarded. He’d snarl at you, make you feel like he’ll attack any moment. It’s a little surprising he allowed you to stay alive. You meet his eyes with a questioning look that he answers with a curious smile before he shakes his head. So you stay quiet.

He picks you up and carries you to the space he made for you, where your bed is hidden away from sight. You know once you wake up there will be a meal waiting for you to get your energy back. He lays you down and covers you with a blanket. He strokes your hair, reassuring you that you’re allowed to rest now. 

And so you slowly, obediently, fall asleep.

[p1nkcanoe]

swiss riding aether or mountain (the big boys) spoiler warning: he cries

Swiss should’ve kept his mouth shut. He should’ve never poked the bear just to get a rise and see if Aether would actually do anything. Because it turns out, he will. 

“I don’t know,” Swiss had said, sighed dramatically and shrugged his shoulders while nursing the rest of his tea from breakfast. “I just wanna feel it, y’know? I haven’t really felt it in a long time. Nothing really does it for me anymore.” 

He’d taken a drink, side eyed the quintessence ghoul from where he sat at the end of the table, silently completing his crossword leftover from yesterday morning. “And what would it be?” He’d asked. Bored. Wholly unamused and ignoring the obvious bait the multi ghoul had casted out.  

“I wanna feel it. Wanna be fucked to the edge like I used to be. And don’t even say you can because you’ve gone all soft on me the last couple times.” 

Rain, adjacent from him, raises his eyebrows and flicks his eyes between the two, suddenly intrigued by the ghoul's stupidity. 

“Oh, yeah? Is that so?”

“Yeah. You always hold back.” 

Aether looks up over the top of his glasses, nods, and gets back to his crossword. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

And he had. 

Hours later and Aether had caught Swiss while he was walking through the halls, had pushed him into his bedroom and locked the door tight, made him strip. Now he’s got him posed over his hips with his arms crossed tight across the center of his back and his tail squeezed tight around a fist. He holds him upright and still, pounds his cock into that hole and shows that ghoul exactly how soft he’s become. Swiss screams until his throat goes raw, cries out into the room with every muscle tense in his lean body, and just takes it. 

It’s brutal. Animalistic. Aether groans and growls from below him, holding him tighter every time he tries to squirm or get away from the bruising force of the cock pistoning into his ass. His knees ache, his thighs burn, and his hole gets used over and over and over. Abused. And he takes every second of it because he asked for this. It may not have been exactly what he had in mind when he’d poked the ghoul and made his admission, but who’s gonna complain about getting their brains fucked out by the thickest cock in the abbey? Swiss sucks up the snot that’s begun to clog his nose and squeezes his eyes shut to try and rid his vision of the tears that refuse to stop flowing. He pays the price now and he’ll feel the consequences tomorrow. 

“Oh don’t look so comfortable,” Aether grunts from behind him. Sarcasm drips like poison from his fangs. He feels another brutal thrust enter him and chokes on his voice. “We can’t have that, can we? We need you to feel it. Do you feel it yet? Is it too much yet?” 

His breathing is heavy and labored, pushed out between his breaths, but Swiss knows better than to point it out. So he lets his knees slide open across the sheets and he sits, grinds his ass deep onto that cock and tries his best to grind with his arms so painfully trapped against his spine. It hurts. He’s not supposed to bend this way despite how much he wants to. But Aeth is right, he needs to feel it. He will. He cries out from behind gritted teeth. 

“Get up. On your feet.” 

One of Aether’s hands holds his arms while the other maneuvers him awkwardly to plant his feet flat on the mattress. He switches hands to fix the other foot. Swiss squats, speared on top of him with his thighs up by his chest. It’s a position he’s never been folded into before and it makes his muscles burn even more. It’s delicious. Like fire. 

“Bounce on me. Go ahead, be the little slut you are and bounce on that cock.” 

He tries. The angle is weird. So is the inability to bounce without the aid of your arms. He barely lifts himself up an inch before his body gives out on him and he slides back down with a punched huff. 

Aeth spits, grinds his dick up so hard that Swiss swears he’s trying to get his balls inside, too. “Fucking useless. Always making me do all the work.” It’s hard to argue when your body feels like pulled taffy. Aeth uses his arms as his leverage, pulls him up and down his cock just by the strength of his arms and meets him halfway on the drop with devastating punches of his hips. Swiss feels every thrust in his throat. He howls, chokes on a sob, and new tears force themselves from his eyes with every drop of his useless body. He feels it. Finally, he feels it.

[ladythornofrivia]

👹 Match Made In Hell 👹 || Aemond x Reader (My Demon AU) (Part Three)

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🍒 a/n: this series is inspired by k-drama, and it’ll deviates from the canon, but still had the same atmosphere as the netflix version. i’m so sorry it took so long to update a new chapter!

🍒summary: reader, who has now made pact with the devil, must face the difficulties by the likes of her surroundings, and Aemond, who took pleasure on tormenting her, even divulge his dirty thoughts.

🍒 warning: Dark!Aemond, violence, blood, misogyny, mentions of cheating, Aemond is a demon in a fic, he’s a d*ckhead, but charming, reader is a b*tch, spoiled brat, smut, action sequences, oral sex, rough sex, public sex, hotel sex, hate sex, contract, blood kink, religion themes, knife play, sexual tension, Aemond in a red suit, money kink, p in v sex, breeding kink, sex in the club, sex in a hospital bed, toxic relationship, fake relationship, possessive Aemond, obsession, jealousy, stalking, blackmail, dom/sub relationship, wet dream, cunnilingus, fingering, squiriting, reader is a virgin, aemond is experienced, moaning, reader and aemond being horny, 69, lotus, sex on the wall, praise kink, creampie, daddy kink. Demon!Aemond has powers, but needs reader to fuel and restore his power. The story from the show will be different in fanfic. Inspired by K-Drama “My Demon”.

Chapter Three: Heiress’s Bitch

Afar from a thickened crowd of paparazzis and reporters, on the left side of the corner, there was Aemond, in a fanciful suit of black and green with gold-embroidered scarf hung loosely around his neck, leaning and beaming as his violet eye watched the spectacle, and you on the platform, microphone on the podium, distress overwhelmed you, attempting to cooperate on various questions, concentrating. Accidentally eyeing on a one-eyed devil, a former prince regent to the Greens, only for him to withhold the possession of your thin lacy pink thong that was once clinging between your legs, with his tongue licking over his gleaming, fanged teeth.

“You may now suffer and keep your empty, prideful head high as you wish, but soon I shall have a taste of you, my little angel,” his thoughts penetrated in your head.

The Devilish Prince is waiting outside the fitting room. And it bugged you to a point you want to strangle yourself to death. If Aemond wanna-be decides to torment by reviving you back, you have another chance to get rid of yourself again.

Why on Earth did he decide to pick you, or pick on you—you’re unsure. Thoughts stifled yet jumbled all at once that you hadn’t realized your top sleeve slipped from your shoulder, and your pink satin skirt is crooked, tilted on one side. Everything went wrong. So wrong all you crave at this current moment is to sleep or eat fast food or drink away. Or possibly thinking about crawling up to a hole and die. Or somewhat in that order.

You still couldn’t register in your head that Aemond Targaryen—as a devil—would step into your life—audacious and malicious! And superstitious!

The audacity is real!

A real good one at that. Aemond, a total bastard—jerk—a former Prince Regent—is in your world—your real world—one true flesh. A fucking prick with a demonic stick up in between in his legs is here. As much as you admire Aemond in the series, despite his war criminal activities, his charisma oddly exuding through screen, you can’t help but admire, but seeing him now, has shrank your heart to hate thousand times fold.

And here you thought, being in a room with devilish jerk has set your heart of fire—and not in a romantic idealistic way. You wanted to stab him with a Dark Sister. Over and over and over and over again. You wanted to hear his scream, for what he did to you. It was unbearable. Your purity, your maintained image dwindled in a flash.

Why can’t it be Cregan Stark? Or Robb Stark? Or Jaime Lannister? Jaime Lannister—Kingslayer has devilish charm you couldn’t resist. The problem is, you’re not blonde enough. And you’re not Cersei or Brienne of Tarth.

What about Loki? The God of Mischief? He’d be perfect. Tom Hiddleston with a devilish scheming smile he beholds and puts everyone on a chokehold. But all you got is the Aemond the former Prince Regent.

In all days, you shouldn’t be nervous. In a fitting room, you are alone, with your heart pumping. In an unusual circumstance, you should be ecstatic with your new attires to a press conference. Press conference might boost your business—or lowers—depending on which answer. There are several conferences you’ve dealt or saw before. One is from Philippines, the other is from Italy.

It’s a hassle as it already is. The question is; why does your “attempted” suicide had to be announced? Who could possibly leak the information? More importantly, who started a commotion—an accusation of you being suicidal? Your soul is dying from stupidity everyday, not to a certain of killing yourself from someone stupid—maybe that’s another list of stupidity, but surely there’s more to it.

You never thought of dying once. You never thought of injuring yourself. Keeping your held up high by doing hard-work is ultimately the best. Self-care and fashion lifestyle goes second. You love yourself too much to make a “jump” for the sake of a stupid man—a wild mongrel who has more worth of acting like in a zoo than a quiet and lavish luxury.

Picking another attire, before slithering out from the top, large hands abruptly rotated you, pinned you against the wall and meet his eye—Aemond.

“Aemond, what are you—”

His lips plunged against yours. Those damnable smooth lips, drowning the squeak in your throat, one hand held your neck while the other pinned against the wall.

He pulled away, and undo your outfit in one swoop.

“I’m hungry for a moment, darling,” he purred, untucking his trousers. In between the opening, hardened cock stretched in the undo zipper, and your legs hiked around his waist, his body pressing you down until the space enclosed. Grunting, Aemond thrusts into your cunt, panting together.

“Aemond, not here,” you said in a strained tone.

“Shut up, you fucking cunt,” he said, biting your lower lip, drawing a wet scratch, taste of iron left in your mouth and his scathing teeth, as his pounded movements became sloppy and messy, heavy with breathing and muscles on his legs fatigued.

Nevertheless, he quickened his pace, and his semen spurted in your tight folds, leaving you breathless.

“Aemond, you—”

“Get dressed, stupid bitch,” he ordered, shoving you forcefully back on the wall. “Don’t make me repeat myself, little girl. Have your white outfit ready.”

Choking, your soft hands grasp against his, but not powerful enough. “I was going for pink—”

“Fucking bitch, I’m not asking you,” he seethed, hand strangled on your neck. “Did I not make myself clear?”

Under his grasp, your eyes blurred, chest constricted and deprived from air. “Why are you doing this? If you hate me that much, why did you decide to fuck me?”

“Isn’t obvious? You’re so hideously repulsive, I can’t stand the sight of your feeble appearance. That lousy and bratty mouth of yours needs to be shut. I can’t stand the noise—the sighs—you make in the fitting room.” He loosened you and watched you dropped on the ground. “A little girl like you has no place in a woman’s world.”

Absconded from the fitting room, tears ran down on your face. Picking yourself up off the ground, numbed fingers swiped across your wet cheeks.

Could he really be comparing you to someone else? There’s no way. Even in a form of a man, a devil’s no better beside the lousy man.

As you stepped out of the dressing room, the assistants had no expression but an obvious mark of reddened blush on their cheeks and neck, as Aemond had a scowl etched on his princely visage.

~~~

On a Sunday mass, everyone bowed their heads with prayer as the priest preached regarding to loving your enemies, and forgiving others’s sins. Though this is a quiet mass—a private mass, more like. As a sign of good luck. A prayer.

Aemond found it ridiculous. His eye stared and lanced at the back of your head as you kept yourself down, memorizing the priest’s words and its uniquely hymn.

Aemond, in his cherry red suit, kept an eye on the family. Blessed, no one is able to notice his true form except in a disguise of your butler.

“Let us pray,” the priest said, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, hollow be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven…”

Aemond never heard of prayers like this before. For him, it’s a fascination, but a grotesque sound in unison. The recital conjured him back to the days where Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower are highly dedicated to the Faith of the Seven, how his mother wore the ornaments of seven-pointed star on her lavish gowns in most days. King’s Landing’s walls were adorned in statues and stars—their holy grail to keep the place from evil’s perseverance.

To him, as a Westerossi, this is nothing new.

Aegon’s holy grail is drinking and whoring, while Helaena’s is her insects and her children she bore with brother-husband. Aemond’s holy grail is history, books, swordsmanship and Vhagar, the largest dragon in Westeros—he recalled it all too well. He figured that there were no dragons in this world—your world, but has airplanes and helicopters—that’s how you were transferred into the hospital, just down by the isolated beach, carrying you in his arms, unbothered if someone sees you and him strolling casually out from the deep waters. Despite all the deeds he has done, Aemond found your modern world amusingly impressed.

When the prayers are done, there was a bread and wine communion—again, new and beyond from Aemond’s religious practices in Westeros’s Old Gods and New, something about Jesus and his twelve disciples at the last supper. His eye watched over your feeble and small stature gracefully taking the offer. He eyed on the paintings. Scanning the room, you see nothing but marbled statues of historical figures and angels depicted from a human’s eye, paintings and depictions of Old Testament and New Testament in the Bible fascinated him more than his own religion, something about religious emanates soothing and sinister to the past testimonies in the past of mankind. If Faith of the Seven were decorated in paintings like this, maybe Aemond would’ve been convinced. He could’ve been as a sworn servant to the religion, a maester in a way—never to be wed, forever devoted to the goodwill of guidance to sinful peasants and subjects to the light.

Though, your mind differs. There weren’t any sincere prayers and mournful thoughts in your head, rather shrouded by a dark aura, something he can’t pinpointed. He watched you taken your seat as the mass hymn a song regarding to praising God.

And there, the Devil awaited.

~~~

As the future president of the AURORA company, you strolled and mounted inside the car—assurance within you is hanging by a thread, but you kept yourself in check, telling yourself that this won’t take a while. But beforehand, Aemond’s hand blocked you from entering the copper and black sports vehicle.

“Don’t touch my Vhagar,” he reminded, rather strictly. His violet eye gleamed—no, darkened within his short warning.

“Vhagar? Are you serious right now? I can open doors myself,” you shot back, the feeling of inadequacy hadn’t left in your chest since the fitting room on the previous day.

Aemond, without showing his obvious grimace, escorted you inside the car, lifting the car door in an upward direction, leading you inside the passenger’s seat and drove you all the way to the press conference.

~~~

For the press conference, things hadn’t been gone so smoothly. Paparazzis invaded the moment you arrived, dubbing you as “Miss Future President” of AURORA.

Reports bombarded you with useless inquiries and what outfit you were wearing. Obviously you wanted the people to focus on your outfit more than your “suicidal attempt”. As for Aemond, hands on his back, striding alongside you until you reached the platform with your pink suit with gold buttons and your simplistic threads of gold bracelets and thin necklace on your neckline, your hair tied up in a low ponytail, long framed bangs slightly tucked (hair reference).

“Are you ready to set hell on stage, Miss Future President,” Aemond mocked.

Nonetheless, you disdained him with cold shoulder, and stepped onward to the clear-glass podium, formally address the issue to a recent event. Cameras clicked and reporters typing on their laptops, then you began to speak in two languages, which Aemond doesn’t recognize, nonetheless his curiosity piqued.

Endless topics from reporters came, already slandering accusations disguised as questions, but you handled it well.

Rabbit questions like regarding to comparing your nightly activities to your ex-fiancé, how both are reckless and childish—nepotism. Then partying, then other scandals that are once addressed as false had been brought up again—their resolved minds can sometimes fickle.

Until…

Afar from a thickened crowd of paparazzis and reporters, on the left side of the corner, there was Aemond, in a fanciful suit of black and green with gold-embroidered scarf hung loosely around his neck, leaning and beaming as his violet eye watched the spectacle, and you on the platform, microphone on the podium, distress overwhelmed you, attempting to cooperate on various questions, concentrating. Accidentally eyeing on a one-eyed devil, a former prince regent to the Greens, only for him to withhold the possession of your thin lacy pink thong that was once clinging between your legs, with his tongue licking over his gleaming, fanged teeth.

“You may now suffer and keep your empty, prideful head high as you wish, but soon I shall have a taste of you, my little angel,” his thoughts penetrated in your head.

“What the—you fucking—”

The press conference grew in silence, cameras flashing. The crowd is in awe of your random reaction.

“Pardon me,” you uttered, cheeks reddened. “I’m still in quite state of shock since I have been taken to the hospital. Forgive me.”

“As the next president, what is your next move for the Aurora company?”

Several cameras clicked.

“Regarding to the AURORA company, nothing is set in stone. When the next project is ready, I’ll be the first person in the company to inform you and the media. That will be all.” Bowed, you stepped off the stage.

Your back inclined to a bow and left, leaving the press rowdy, bombarding you with questions, questions that involved and regarded to personal affairs with your ex-fiance and the CEO of EDEN company.

Meanwhile, Aemond’s mischievous smile grew, taking the scenery in.

And the only thing he could utter, within a crowded noise was—

“This…should be interesting.”

Tucking your rosy light-laced underwear in his pocket, saving his dessert for last as he watched you disappear through the doors.

~~~

“I want my underwear back, you asshole.” Stomping outside the AURORA building with heavy huff. Pink heels clicking the pavement as you went your way to the wide parking lot.

Aemond’s violet eye flickered. “Only if you say “please”.”

“Fuck no. Give it to me! What if I have blood on my thong, are you still going to play yourself?”

“A deal’s a deal, Miss President. Keep this up, you’ll get more scandal,” he reminded, his teeth gleamed.

“I thought you said you’re going to help me, not humiliate me. I almost cussed out to hundreds of paparazzis and reporters because of your perverted ass! Don’t tell me you also have my bra?” Pulling the fabric, you spotted your croquette lace bra shielded your chest beneath the pink office suit.

“This is rather fun. I’d rather have this, than a formal way of ending the conference. Dare, I must say you have an exquisite taste in wearing these contraptions you women covered your maidenhood.”

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Aemond’s platinum hair swayed. “Your face is quite amusing. Don’t get yourself hurt, Miss President. Otherwise, you’ll get sick from your anger issues.”

Raising your fist, the mark on your wrist glowed. Bemused, Aemond clicked his tongue as he stopped your motion with his hand caught your marked wrist, his other hand—still holding your thong—his index finger swished, his tongue clicked. “Ah, ah, ah, that’s not how our deal supposed to go, little angel.”

“Go to—”

“Hell?” Aemond’s brow flicked. “But I’m already here.”

Then he released you; the mark went black as he successfully dodged your punch before giving him a menacing glare, marching down at the sports car.

As you went your back to the car—Vhagar—Aemond began with, “So, what are you going to do now, Miss President? Are you going to let yourself fall, or are you going to give them hell?”

You didn’t look at him in the eye. “I want to go back to my apartment and rest. And don’t you dare talk inside my head! It’s creepy enough as it is. It makes me think you’re Voldemort instead of Prince Aemond of House Targaryen.”

His brow flicked. “Who’s Voldemort?”

“Your twin!”

“I don’t have a twin. Besides, I’d rather be the eldest child in the family.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just take me back to my apartment.”

Aemond hummed. “As you wish, Miss President. When an angel is there, a devil also is present. Never forget.”

“Never forget also the you’re my bitch.”

“On the contrary, my dear,” he sneered. “A Devil is no slave to anyone.”

“And I’m an Heiress to the AURORA company. Therefore you’re my bitch—Heiress’s Bitch.”

Huffing, both you and Aemond then mounted inside the sports vehicle, Aemond geared his shift and stirred the wheel to a sharp turn, maneuvering right then swerved on the road.

A first step to hell has commenced.

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[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Nexus (Solar's Moon)

Straight, he/him, doesn't regress, red pupils with white sclera for now, has one fang in his top teeth and the rest are flat. Retractable claws on hands and feet, no paws.

Solar used to call him Mama when things were going well back in their dimension back before Poppy died. Those times are gone now.

Was Poppy's older twin, refused to call them anything other than Sunny and Brother (even when Poppy came out as genderfluid).

Biphobic and panphobic, doesn't believe in genderfluid (he's a jerk and we all hate him ok)

"Ah, look. If it ain't the mistake? Where the fuck have you been?!" "I'm so goddamn close ta fixin' Sun. An' I'm not about ta have you ruin that by makin' me take time away from him ta coddle ya."  "...I know you trust me. I'll see ya in a bit, Sun." "Watch yerself, Mistake. Big brother Nexus is comin' for ya."

Relationship with Poppy: Was Poppy's older brother rather than Sun being the older twin (like in the main universe). Moon always had anger issues and he mostly took them out on Poppy. Poppy had actually been working with him and helping him work on his anger. He was doing really well for a while. (Or so they thought). He was still physical with Poppy, but never in front of Solar. And he was really good about playing the part of a kind older brother when other people were around or when Solar was out. Poppy still loved him and thought that he could change. They were wrong... When it came time for Moon to choose between Solar and Poppy, he chose Poppy. Even though he lied and told Poppy that he'd save Solar over them, he didn't mean it. When Poppy died, he was devastated. Poppy had been the one single person he remotely cared about and that truly cared about him. He worked tirelessly day and night trying to bring them back, even keeping a timer down to the second for how long it had been since they'd been 'awake'. Now that Poppy is a spirit, they've denounced their relationship with him and don't consider him their brother. This was the final straw for Moon and the last push that drove him into madness. Now, he has a new goal in mind. [Timer Reset]

Relationship with Solar:

From the beginning, as kind and accepting as he pretended to be towards Solar, he hated him. Moon felt that he'd failed in trying to truly separate himself from Sun. Now Sun had a virus attached to him and it was all his fault.

He acted as Solar's 'mama' for the longest time whenever he'd regress before him and Poppy had their fight. Truth be told, he was just a great actor. He found it annoying since it took time away from his efforts to get rid of Poppy's 'virus'. He and Sun were made to be theater attendants, after all. It came naturally to him.

When his attempts to get rid of Solar failed and he ended up being the one to pull through, Moon partially broke. He became more angry, less apt to hide it, and most importantly, incredibly abusive. Where before Poppy may have been able to talk him down or at least give him an outlet to vent his frustrations without really harming anyone else besides them, Moon wasn't holding anything back anymore. He took out all of his pain and anger on Solar. Solar learned to work with his head down and keep calm as much as he could, working and doing his own thing to keep Moon content. Solar ran the daycare, cleaned it, and ran repairs and diagnostics all by himself so that Moon could devote all his time to Sun. Moon, in the meantime, slowly lost more and more of himself as the days went on and he worked tirelessly to try and revive someone that had been gone since day one.

The day finally came where enough was enough and the main universe's Sun stepped in and took Solar away from Moon. Now that he's alone, he's truly broken. Poppy came to him and told him that they were leaving, Moon isn't sure if he truly believes it happened or not. It could've just been another hallucination. But he's certainly taken that 'Sun's' words to heart. That was the final straw that truly broke him.

Now he has a new goal. Nothing matters, nothing ever mattered, and he's ready to take care of the one thing tying him to his past. The one thing that he swore he'd get rid of once and for all.

And he won't stop for anything until it's miserable, unloved, and dead.

He isn't Moon anymore. Moon is dead.

He's Nexus.

[creatorbiaze]

Midas Elpis

(all the gold markings & jewelry r supposed to have a metallic look, but i didnt do any detailing or shading in general tbh. yes his coat is Sparkly at the bottom. he also has a forked tongue & retractable fangs like a snake, but no venom.)

a 90 yr old (physically 17, Kimeras age slower than Humans) Kimera from Liexvelm who, as his name suggests, is able to turn things into gold, but has much more control than the King Midas of myth (he's also able to manipulate plant growth but finds it boring & Does Not Care. However, if he doesnt want to do something, he can simply turn it into gold.). The only things symmetrical about him are his eyes and ears.

5'5.

his main character arc is basically learning to be a decent person cuz everyone has pain & troubles to deal with & they all deserve kindness. being a Guardian of Liexvelm means being a Guardian of those who inhabit it, so kindness is an important trait.

It uh... it takes a long time for him to actually show kindness to Everyone.

How did he get into Twisted Wonderland, you may ask?

the Elders decided to send him to a different Realm due to his attitude and laziness being dangerous considering his abilities & it just kinda happened to be Twisted.

key points of the prologue; Midas Edition include;

[his coffin turns to gold & just kinda falls apart. Midas is unimpressed] "alright so where the fuck am i"

[Grim does his thing] "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??"

[Ramsh Pref gets told they have no magic. Midas makes a face] "Magic is such an outdated term. What year is it, 1650?" [he gets told its somewhere in the 2000s or smthn] "oh ew that's just as bad. You guys are so far behind."

[midas gets told to talk to the Mirror. Midas tells crowley to fuck off , but end sup begrudgingly talking to the mirror. Mirror says Midas's magic is not from here but he is powerful] "ITS NOT MAGIC YOU PREHISTORIC FOSSILS"

[Midas gets sent to Ramsh w/ the Prefect. Midas threatens them. Midas threatens Crowley. Midas threatens the ghosts. No one believes he can safely use his not-magic on organic material or large things considering Blot, thus no one takes it seriously except the Prefect cuz they dont know about blot]

[Crowley tries to get Midas to wear the uniform. Midas turns it into gold. Crowley tries to get Midas to turn More Things into gold to sell. Midas insults Crowley and almost turns him into gold too]

[Midas just straight up refuses to be a janitor and Crowley has to let him go to stop him from turning everything into gold. He gets asked how he can use such magic without a magestone] "Not. Magic. the fuck's a magestone?" [Midas does not believe Blot exists & thinks everyone is stupidly superstitious, like all historic people really]

[he's not there to fight the phantom in the mines because he decided Not His Problem + why would he help the idiotic humans who got themselves in a stupid mess]

[Crowley tries to expel Midas bc of the gold-turning (just wanted an excuse). Midas turns the paper into gold and throws it in the fire. Alongside the paperwork for Ace, Deuce, Grim, and the Prefect's expulsions by accident]

[when the four get back & the official naming of the Ramshackle prefect happens, Midas points out that he's the one that actually got rid of the paperwork for their expulsions thus he should be the leader. Hearts duo point out he didn't do shit] "worth a shot if it keeps a human out of leadership, shit always hits the fan under humans' control."

[Crowley tries to get Midas to wear the uniform, and not the janitorial one this time. Midas turns it into gold]

after the first few weeks, Midas calms down enough to just be snarky and uncooperative instead of threatening people with gold-touch; his actual aggression was almost purely just the first day or three. really wasn't helpful with Riddle's overblot tho because he really doesn't care about humans.

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