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Remmick bullying 2/?: Sammie’s guitar string

Bonus because this dog freaky

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War profiteering but for polycule drama

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I think he's nasty. I think his dick small and I think this freak of nature should be put in place with Smoke's favorite the beloved family strap.

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shhhh yall tell no one

I'll draw a proper piece of Annie giving Remmick the strap soon enough, but yall gotta promise to behave and not crawl in my inbox with more threats of violence.

Jks But anyone who does is getting putting on blast.

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sweet white wine

To all of you who believed in me? Never believe in my ass again. T 0 T -> The Link

Multiship.

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OH BOY DO I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU THEN

I'll draw a proper piece of Annie giving Remmick the strap soon enough, but yall gotta promise to behave and not crawl in my inbox with more threats of violence.

Jks But anyone who does is getting putting on blast.

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For the Sinners Bound!Au! He looked at Sammie too long.

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WW1 Twinfangs AU! SmokeStack x Remmick

[Funny thing! This was gonna be an omegaverse rant but war au made me so blind with lust that I blacked out. And yet. Somehow this is still Omegaverse.]

Cw: Stalking, Dubcon, Noncon(?), Pervert Remmick

Without further ado!

Directionless rambling.

Where Remmick tracks the SmokeStack twins all the way through Europe to the trenches.

Walking into their camp like he owns the place. Following them from one location to the next. Until they're so close to the battle they're in the midst of the trenches. When the twins first find him near their tent, they think he's an alpha sniffing after them. Caught on to the two omegas who'd acquired a hoard of suppressants and somehow those pills aren't working or not all of them were legit. Its easiest to point a gun at him this time and tell him to fuck off.

“Where did you come from?”

“What do you want? What's your clearance and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?”

He doesn't even bother to hide it.

“I picked up on the sweetest scents and I just wanted to come around and see who left a pair of omegas on a battlefield. Doesn’t seem right. Figured I should investigate but looking around… all I see here are alphas and betas. And, you two.”

Like— He tracked them down hundreds of miles cuz he caught a WHIFF in the air all the way from Ireland. Remmick’s on the battlefield helping keep the twins alive even though they did! not! ask!

He's ghost in the trenches. Everyone says it.

But if such a thing was possible, if the bullet riddled thing walking through no man's land were real... Wouldn't there be more of the walking dead?

Like... Everyones SEEN Remmick around the twins. Hell they've even spoken to him. An Irish man in a uniform with no tags …always with this red distant light in his eyes like a flare got stuck in them after he stared at it too long. Always disappearing the moment you look away.

Guardian angel but Smoke swears he saw that motherfucker by Stack's bunk covered in blood.

Sniffing his sheets, too.

Remmick is always appearing at bedsides. Talking to people. Comforting them.... Before they die. Before they disappear into the mud. Disappear like they were never here to begin with. And Smoke can only think, with all the time that "angel" spends with Stack. That he's next.

That maybe that angel is a demon and he's just taking people down with him. And Stack. Is. Next. That thing has been following them since that night. It couldn't be human. It walks too quiet. He swears he's seen it move across the room when its feet weren't even touching the fucking GROUND. When it comes back at night drenched in blood and smiling like the white devil it is, there's an unnaturalness in the length of its teeth. In the curve and the point.

He's never seen Remmick at his bedside but he knows he's come for him, too. Seen those eyes that burn forever in the darkness. Not with his own eyes, but in his dreams. He just wants them to go away. To burn out and let him keep his focus on fighting the fight that's going to get his brother killed if he stops watching Stack’s back for a second.

He's gonna kill this demon. Or at least scare if off. Make it known he's not wanted. That they don't need minding. And that as omegas, they don't need some fucked up alpha getting between what they have.

He tells Stack to switch bunks with him. Just for a night. Keeps his gun under the pillow and when Remmick comes to see his lil bro, Remmick leans in until his lips brush against Smoke's ear. "Is swapping places a twin thing, Smoke?”

His blood goes cold and when he reaches for the gun, it's gone. Tucked in the back of Remmick’s pants. Smoke wants to scream. Wake them all up and jump the motherfucker. But he knows if he does, Remmick will just vanish.

“‘M not trying to hurt you, sweetheart.”

But it hurts, anyway. Knowing this alpha has power over him. Not power in the line of command. Cuz this man is not a soldier … not in this war.

The power he has over Smoke makes him ache in places he'd only ever let Stack and Annie sooth. This alpha has the power to scare the shit outta him… and to make him whimper when his hand leaves his hip.

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Meanwhile Stack just thinks he's losing his mind. That the Irish ghost is just him going mad. From all the death. From some lasting brain injury back when his Pa almost beat him to death and stole his place in the grave. From something innately wrong with him.

Because he doesn't know this man. Never seen him before now. But then he reaches out, expecting his fingers to pass right through, and, instead feels the stubble of the man leaning into him like they've known each other forever. That alpha with the keen nose. Since no one else has called them omegas since. No one's thought about looking for a gash under their cocks when they all wash up. They keep to themselves. Don't like to be stared at and get out quick.

It's just Remmick that knows.

When other men start bringing him up, now it's a matter of mass hallucination. ‘Cept no one ever talks about the angel of death kneeling at the twins bedside. He chooses when he wants to be seen. Slipping his hands under Stack’s blankets and splaying his hand across his belly.

When Stack closes his eyes shut, feels his hand on his length, Remmick always tells him that this is just for him. That he has to be quiet. That he won't touch him up too rough. That he'll go slow, give the man a chance to collect himself. When he dips his finger into Stack’s slick heat, he KNOWS he's got to be dreaming. THIS CAN'T BE REAL.

Worse yet, the angel of death? He goes slooooow. Torturously. Just as promised. Remmick keeps his eyes on Stack's face as he bites his cover and wants to see him bite something else. He wants to take Stack with him so bad. Him and his brother. Have the twins all to himself and make it through this war with them alive.

Or sweetly dead.

Changed in a way that's not just mental.

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He's wreaking havoc on the other side, too. There's no one over there that he wants, however.

None of the omegas mixed in with the alphas and the betas, all doomed to die because they were running out of other young men to send to their deaths. He doesn't take as much pleasure in killing them as he usually does. But, he can't deny that he's literally on cloud nine picking off the dying. He's feasting on so many memories and thoughts, drowning in a banquet of blood that he almost wishes would never stop. Which side are his prey on? Doesn't matter. It's all tasty. And young.

Except his omegas are in the middle of it all. Except his omegas are here. And, in constant danger.

He's a man of conflicting values at this moment. Bringing final death to the victims in No Man's Land and gorging on those still living but also still dying in a sea of bodies. Their bodies and minds are too far gone to give up to eternity. So he gives them to paradise with the stroke of his claws and drinks from the brooks of their bodies and the floods of their wounds.

He keeps his omegas coddled. Even if Smoke won't call him his alpha.

When Stack thinks he's just a vision of war smoldering in his mind that doesn't really exist.

He keeps them company as they keep each other safe.

He dreams of dragging them onto the road without end. Of stealing them away from this hate and preserving them in his palace of eternity. But, they'd never accept it. Not now.

When they're so fragile and so defensive. So, he waits. He watches and waits and thirsts for their blood. Their slick. And, their overly familiar bond.

Remmick wants them and all that they are made of. Wants their attention, their love, and their story. He wants their heats and their connections. Remmick wants their family.

He'll follow them home and then he'll set up shop in their hearts. Like he was always meant to be.

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That doggy belongs in a cage. He belongs to the Moore family now and they're treating him like the animal he is! XD

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I'll draw a proper piece of Annie giving Remmick the strap soon enough, but yall gotta promise to behave and not crawl in my inbox with more threats of violence.

Jks But anyone who does is getting putting on blast.

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my "remmick at the cookout" headcanon is that he actually gets along super well with everybody at first. playing music, being polite, killing it at the line dances (you can't tell me remmick doesn't get down during the cupid shuffle) but then towards the end he says something so freaked out like "when i miss sammie while he's on tour i use his toothbrush every day and night to feel closer to him" and then he gets permanently disinvited

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we were warming up this morning with some sketches, the full version is on my bsky

Smoke's keeping that border collie leashed and is teaching him discipline. cuz sammie and stack sure wont

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wip for SmokeStack for MerMay

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Here's to the love interest of Foxglove, Vaniy Louvens! A Haitian medium who's discovered he's able to travel into the past through Lough Meelagh in Ireland. Landing him right in the lap of the beautiful but deeply troubled vampire, Ceallach Naomhan.

Faced with making the decision to return the vampire that took him hostage or to return to the present year 2025 in America- he chooses the devil he doesn't know over the rising authoritarian government he does know.

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Aquarium Au! Sinners

( No, I am not normal, thank you for asking. ) O-hoo-hoo! The Aquarium will take precautions for safety but the mers are considered fully sentient creatures and are allowed privileges. Except Remmick. He will eat humans + mers alike. Do not trust that bitch. Everyone is here voluntarily... except Remmick. don't,,, don't ask me how this works

So eels and octopodes are in a unique position of both being each other's predators. XD If the octopus is too small, the eel might eat it. If the octopus is bigger than the eel, it'll eat it. (I'm trying so hard to not make this about vore, look at what a good job I'm doing.)

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Moray Eel!Remmick and the Octo!SmokeStack twins are just CONSTANTLY at each Remmick's necks and, YET, their tanks are kept opposite from each other.

Stack loves to put on a show for guests and will pull cons with Smoke. While he's being loud and cute and flirting with the guests, Smoke will use his tentacles to swipe jewelry, credit cards, coins, and cigarettes. When the guests are excused, they'll even wander around the Mer!Exhibit to greet their friends. (To the horror of fresh interns but don't worry.)

Smoke visits his wife Annie often, the aquarist/director in charge of the exhibit.

Stack visits Mary, another aquarist, who he has on and off flings with... but he always ends up in Remmick's tank before long. Usually they end up fucking.

Sometimes, Smoke ends up in Remmick's tank... to fuck him AND beat that eel black and blue.

And, Clownfish!Sammie is the beautiful singing intern with mer!blood. His father, Jedidiah and his uncle, were mers but his mother wasn't so his siblings and himself have the ability to shift, but his father doesn't trust humans outside of his wife so they usually swim at private Mer beaches. He's the sweetheart of the staff that help tend to this specific exhibit, loved by mer and human alike.

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in my free time i in fact like to draw my ocs .... in normal situations. in my busy hours? i sketch them in precarious as hell situations