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I know Butch Day was yesterday but not a single person mentioned Sir Integra. The woman who only dresses in suits, smokes a pack of cigars a day, and has people call her sir.

I’m disappointed in all of y’all

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as a masochist it is your duty to make sadists feel comfortable expressing their desire to hurt people. if im allowed to say "i should be getting cut open and have my organs fondled bloodystyle" sadists should be able to say "i should be cutting someone open and fondling their organs bloodystyle". SADISTS GET BEHIND ME. i Will protect you

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i found a silhouette i did for a logo that ultimately was scrapped back in 2018 but it bore a striking resemblance to someone we know n love lol so just a little edit and tadah a sabby~!

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Hiiii! I’m chomping at the bit for that Hans and Sabine content, 🙏 your fics are amazing!

How about touch prompt #24 for Hans and Sabine? Thank you!!

Aww, thank you! I had this scene planned out for my next chapter, so consider this a little teaser.

24. Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

Sabine walked with Hans as he prepared to depart on his mission. Both of her arms wrapped tight around his. One hand tucked comfortably in the crook of his elbow, while the other linked their fingertips together. She chatted to him about anything and everything, but he didn't mind. Her voice was sorely missed when he was forced to leave the manor.

The pair entered the courtyard where a team of field agents waited with his transport. Sabine traced her finger along the curve of his palm and pressed his arm against the side of her breast. Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper despite the fact that none of the agents understood a single word that she said.

"I heard a tiny rumor that your new handler has developed a crush on you."

Hans glanced at Sabine out of the corner of his eye. The deepening of his frown was the only outward reaction that he showed. Sabine smiled mischievously.

"That's not too surprising, is it? A big, strong, handsome man like you is bound to turn heads."

The muscle of his jaw clenched at the irony of Sabine accusing him of drawing attention from the opposite sex.

His eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was searching for. As with all field agents, Hans was constantly aware of her presence, but he couldn't recall a single instance where he had really looked at the woman. His assigned handler was slightly taller than Sabine. Her body was lean instead of curvy. She kept her blonde hair short compared to the long wave of Sabine's black curls.

He supposed that she was attractive. By human standards.

The handler's dull, blue eyes met his. She seemed surprised that he was staring at her. She glanced at Sabine, then looked away with a slight blush on her face.

Sabine leaned forward and narrowed the distance to his ear.

"Should I be worried, Hans?"

Hans turned so fast that Sabine was forced to sink back on her heels. His lips curled over his fangs and he snarled in her face. The field agents stared at them as Sabine tossed back her head and laughed. Unlike the security of the manor, most of the field agents didn't know anything about him. Their assignment was to transport him and handle human interaction while he completed his mission. They didn't speak to him or ask personal questions and that was the way he liked it.

Sabine's laughter faded as he was given the order that it was time to move out. She held the front of his uniform as he bent down to meet her height. Hans expected her to kiss him, but she turned his head so that her lips brushed against his ear instead.

"Hurry back to me."

Sabine pressed a perfect imprint of her red lipstick underneath the jagged scar along his jaw. She was a relentless tease who tormented him with her flirtatious ways, but jealousy and possession ran deep in her nature. At her core, Sabine was just as much of a werewolf as he was, and werewolves did. not. share.

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developed a real fondness lately for characters who experience a horrific act of violence and come out the other side saying "ah. I don't think I get to be me anymore. they took out the part that was me, killed it, and put something else back in its place, and now I'm whoever the hell that is." love it when someone becomes a corpse and replaces themself <3

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Hiiii! I’m chomping at the bit for that Hans and Sabine content, 🙏 your fics are amazing!

How about touch prompt #24 for Hans and Sabine? Thank you!!

Aww, thank you! I had this scene planned out for my next chapter, so consider this a little teaser.

24. Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

Sabine walked with Hans as he prepared to depart on his mission. Both of her arms wrapped tight around his. One hand tucked comfortably in the crook of his elbow, while the other linked their fingertips together. She chatted to him about anything and everything, but he didn't mind. Her voice was sorely missed when he was forced to leave the manor.

The pair entered the courtyard where a team of field agents waited with his transport. Sabine traced her finger along the curve of his palm and pressed his arm against the side of her breast. Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper despite the fact that none of the agents understood a single word that she said.

"I heard a tiny rumor that your new handler has developed a crush on you."

Hans glanced at Sabine out of the corner of his eye. The deepening of his frown was the only outward reaction that he showed. Sabine smiled mischievously.

"That's not too surprising, is it? A big, strong, handsome man like you is bound to turn heads."

The muscle of his jaw clenched at the irony of Sabine accusing him of drawing attention from the opposite sex.

His eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was searching for. As with all field agents, Hans was constantly aware of her presence, but he couldn't recall a single instance where he had really looked at the woman. His assigned handler was slightly taller than Sabine. Her body was lean instead of curvy. She kept her blonde hair short compared to the long wave of Sabine's black curls.

He supposed that she was attractive. By human standards.

The handler's dull, blue eyes met his. She seemed surprised that he was staring at her. She glanced at Sabine, then looked away with a slight blush on her face.

Sabine leaned forward and narrowed the distance to his ear.

"Should I be worried, Hans?"

Hans turned so fast that Sabine was forced to sink back on her heels. His lips curled over his fangs and he snarled in her face. The field agents stared at them as Sabine tossed back her head and laughed. Unlike the security of the manor, most of the field agents didn't know anything about him. Their assignment was to transport him and handle human interaction while he completed his mission. They didn't speak to him or ask personal questions and that was the way he liked it.

Sabine's laughter faded as he was given the order that it was time to move out. She held the front of his uniform as he bent down to meet her height. Hans expected her to kiss him, but she turned his head so that her lips brushed against his ear instead.

"Hurry back to me."

Sabine pressed a perfect imprint of her red lipstick underneath the jagged scar along his jaw. She was a relentless tease who tormented him with her flirtatious ways, but jealousy and possession ran deep in her nature. At her core, Sabine was just as much of a werewolf as he was, and werewolves did. not. share.

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tbh im kinda sick of entire fandoms being treated like boogeymen who you need to avoid like the plague. yeah sure there are genshin fans and hazbin fans and dsmp fans and homestuck fans and kpop fans etc etc etc who are, diplomatically, annoying as all hell. and they all have their share of awful stories and toxic behavior that should not be tolerated. but 99% of the fans i meet are just regular people who happen to really like a thing?? and a LOT of them are teenage girls and queer people who happen to really like a thing. which im sure is Just A Coincidence And Has Nothing To Do With Their Reputation As Annoying. Probably.

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ready and unwilling

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SMOKE - From Vivid Shadows 2023

Despite being a succubus, Nora had been a pretty awesome dormmate. She had shown up on move-in day with a Tupperware of cookies and a sheet of paper printed with her do’s and don’ts. Do: leave chores for her, she was a night owl so she’d get to them eventually. Don’t: bring any hazelnuts into the dorm, she had an allergy. Beneath it all, in bright red and bold text, was a section titled, “LUST FRENZIES - EMERGENCY INFO” The description had been detailed, and this fit the bill exactly. I could hear her thrashing; her desperate moans were muffled behind her bedroom door. I was supposed to stay far far away, to make sure her room was locked from the outside. But… I couldn’t help myself. I reached for the doorknob. Just to crack it open, just ever so slightly. A little peek. She’d never even know. As I eased the door open, a wave of pink smoke rolled free from the narrow gap. I breathed in before I even registered what was happening, and tasted the soft bouquet of it — toasted sugar, sweat, and cherry blossom. My vision blurred and heat flushed across my face. When my eyes finally refocused I saw Nora crouched on her bed, hips slowly gyrating, eyes locked on mine like two burning stars.

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you just doordashed yourself a knuckle sandwich pal

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31. doing a pinky swear Barrett and Pip??

I loved doing this prompt! Barrett and Pip are my brotp

Pip ducked behind cover as bullets sent chips of the collapsed building flying over his head. Putting his back to the wall, he slammed his fist against the ground.

"Putain de merde! We are not going to reach them in time."

He wiped sweat and dust from his eye while considering his options. Two of his men were trapped behind enemy lines. One of them was injured. The other, as far as he knew, had suffered a head wound and remained unconcious.

"What's the move, Captain?"

Pip looked at his second in command. As the leader of the Wild Geese, he knew that casualties were inevitable. He couldn't save everyone, but abandoning his men left a sour taste in his mouth. Before he could issue the order to retreat, Barrett raised his hand.

"I'll go."

Pip turned to the grinning man seated beside him.

"Have you lost your damn mind? I don't care how lucky you are, that's suicide!" 

Barrett lifted his shoulder in a shrug and jerked his thumb at the other side of the wall.

"Don't see what the big deal is Cap'in. Pop over. Grab the boys. Hoof it back to the heli. Sounds pretty straight forward to me."

Pip stared at his best friend. His mouth hung open in speechless disbelief. Barrett was the type of man who lived for combat, almost to the point of recklessness. The crazy Brit was always trying to throw himself into impossible situations with no regard for his own safety.

"No. I'm not losing any more men to this shit stain of a mission. We fall back. Now."

The cocky smile fell from Barrett's face as the men around them gathered their equipment and prepared to extract. He extended his hand, one finger held higher than the others. Pip looked down at the gloveless tip of Barrett's pinky.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Pinky swear."

Pip slapped his hand away.

"Are you a child?"

Barrett shoved his hand in Pip's face and wiggled his pinky. The infuriating smirk was back in place. He cocked his head and Pip almost imagined that he saw a flash of red in his eyes.

"Come on, Cap'in. You know I can do this! I'll bring the boys home. I swear it."

Pip sighed. Barrett was a massive man, slightly larger than Pip himself, but he had the uncanny ability to slink through enemy lines without being detected. If anyone stood a chance at extracting two wounded soldiers alone, it was him. The Lucky Dog had saved their asses on more occasions than he cared to count.

"Fine, but you had better return or else I'll find you and kill you myself."

"Deal."

Barrett's grin stretched wide as Pip briefly locked their pinkies together, then tossed his hand away with more force than necessary.

He turned back only once and watched as Barrett lifted the headphones from around his neck and placed them over his ears. The smug bastard caught his eye and winked before he pressed play on the Walkman and stuffed it back into his vest pocket.

The helicopter was loaded and ready to fly, but Pip ordered the pilot to wait until the last possible moment. His lieutenant stood beside him as both men watched the cloud of billowing dust.

"Do you think he's coming back, Captain?"

Pip was about to shake his head when Barrett stumbled through the dust. The unconcious man was draped over his shoulder as he half dragged, half carried the other. The Wild Geese rushed to help the trio board. Pip expected Barrett to gloat, but his friend remained silent with a deep scowl on his face.

"You alright Lucky? You didn't get injured, did you?"

Barrett turned his frown on Pip.

"'Course I'm not alright!"

Pip started to signal for a medic until Barrett ripped the damaged Walkman out of his pocket and dropped it to the floor.

"The damn bastards shot my cassette player! It had my favorite fucking tape inside it."

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"stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish. Sabine and Hans (maybe in Hans' cell?)

I know this was a request for later in the story, but I was immediately inspired for a flashback. This takes place shortly after Sabine's capture by Millennium. Before her forced heat and subsequent pregnancy

Hans rolled off of Sabine and lay flat on his back. The cool air of the underground bunker had dried the sweat on their skin as they waited for their bodies to separate. The time spent locked together had given Hans a chance to catch his breath.

Sabine laid on top of his outstretched arm. Her head rested against his bare chest. Her fingernails traced lazy patterns down the hard line of his stomach. He watched as the top of her head slowly rose and fell with each of his steady breaths. He would have laid there and held her for hours if intimacy was a luxury that he could afford.

The will of his Master's command dragged Hans to his feet. He felt her eyes burn into him as he quickly dressed in his uniform. It didn't feel right to leave his mate so soon after sex, but what choice did he have? His orders were clear.

Complete your duty and return to your station.

Hans was almost at the door when Sabine's words made him stop.

"Stay the night?"

She seemed as surprised by the request as he was. Had she ever asked a lover to stay once the carnal act was completed? The vulnerable look in her eyes told him that she had not.

Hans turned away from the door. Each step closer to the bed increased the pressure against his chest. It physically hurt to defy the Major's orders, but the pain was gradually becoming more tolerable the longer he spent with Sabine. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him as he shook his head. As much as the Major desired a battalion of his offspring, he knew that the selfish war monger would not allow any distraction from his grand plan. If Hans showed an ounce of rebellion, Sabine would be discarded.

She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him. A cynical smile spread across her lips as she pulled out of his grasp and flopped onto the bed.

"Fine. Go then. I'll be right here when your balls need to be emptied."

Sabine turned her back to him as Hans marched to the door. The burn of his dog tags eased, but the connection to his mate strained as he heard her sigh.

"Where else would I have to go?"

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I am so, so excited for you to get back into writing and I am craving Barrett bad bad. If you wouldn't mind pretty please consider the following two prompts for Briarrett:

✭ sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.

✭ their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.

Thank you for the request! I always have time for Briarrett. I did switch the order of these just for continuity sake. Minor, cryptic spoilers for what happens at the end of my upcoming Alone Wolf: 1999 fic

Their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time:

Barrett struggled through the scorched forest and up the side of the cratered hill. He lamented the irony of how easy such a walk would have been before. Now, his chest burned with effort as he secured stable footing for his remaining leg and swung the crutch out in front of him. One agonizingly slow step at a time.

The scent called to him, filling him with a tenacity that he hadn't felt in months.

He crested the hill and stood at the edge of the clearing. His sensitive hearing detected the sound of a woman crying. Who was she, and why did she smell so familiar? Barrett observed the soft, huddled shape. Her round shoulders shook underneath her blonde hair. He recalled a brief, but passionate fling in France. Her scent was what had initially attracted him to her. And Pip…

Barrett breathed through his nose, determined to bury the painful memory of his best friend and focus on the woman in front of him. She wasn't human or a werewolf, but something else. A fairy, perhaps? What was her name?

"Briar"

His voice cracked. She didn't hear him over the sound of her muffled sobs. Barrett cleared his throat and stepped further into the clearing.

"What are you doing here, love?"

Sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you:

Briar knew what the anniversary of the Battle of London did to Barrett. It was a hard day for many people, herself included, but she had resolved to give him his space.

She finished washing dishes and sighed. The silent garage loomed across the impassable expanse of her kitchen. It wouldn't hurt just to check on him, would it? Briar pulled a shawl from the back of the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders before pressing her ear to the door. "Barrett?"

No answer. Concern for his well being made her turn the knob and stick her head inside. Barrett sat on the tattered loveseat against the far wall. He had placed it there so that she would have a comfortable spot to sit while he tinkered on Tilly's engine. It was the only activity that seemed to calm his troubled mind. His tools lay untouched. His hands folded behind his head. She watched as his prosthetic leg bounced up and down in agitation.

"Barrett? I was just-"

The bouncing stopped. Her words fell silent as he cracked open his glowing red eyes and fixed her with a hard stare. She ducked her head and prepared to close the door before she heard him slide to one end of the loveseat. She looked up as he patted the empty spot by his side.

Briar sank into the worn cushion and accepted the ear bud that he silently offered. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close as punk rock blasted through the speaker. Briar didn't mind. The fast tempo and harsh vocals always made her think of Barrett.

She listened to the outrage and rebellion in the singer's voice, then noticed that Barrett was staring at her. She turned her head and looked into his eyes. As always, he let the music speak words that he couldn't.

I'm gonna stay right here

Ain't got nothin to fear

Watch out for me now 'cause

I'm alive

I'm alive

I'm alive

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I can behave normally around books

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the line between vengeful brutal catharsis and gay sex is very thin so be careful out there

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Third time's a charm

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in dracula there is a cowboy and the female lead lives. in nosferatu there is no cowboy and the female lead dies. ergo, the existence of a cowboy is highly important for the survival of the female lead in a gothic vampire story.