#[ ASK: What does a Demonic Fox say? ]

[warsinmyhead]

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"I thought you were focused on your group! Why are you thinking about me?!"

@seoulxsinners

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Dp x Dc AU: Danny's final Interview with Tim Drake for the Wayne Enterprise's Space Program Operation Janus Crew... Demon Twin AU.

Danny had been waiting for his offer letter from WE to be officially part of the Janus Crew. He'd done all the standard rigorous testing and passed with flying colors. He'd talked to every single head engineer and interviewed at all levels to prove that he was the man for this mission. It was as good as gold, so Danny was surprised when he got a call from the PA to Tim Drake, the CEO himself, to come in for a final interview. Just a formality and mostly just to meet the man who was going to be the poster boy for their program. Makes sense, but is unnerving, nonetheless.

The second he walks into the office space, Tam Fox seemingly does a double take, blinking a few times when he explains that he's there for a final interview. She nods and he proceeds as if nothing about that was weird.

Tim Drake has four laptops in front of him and a scattering of papers, but looking up to see Danny, he closes them all and the image of a scattered young man trying to run a Fortune 500 company is replaced with some one of deadly capability.

"Danny Fenton. Great to meet you, I appreciate you coming by today." Tim says, but Danny can see the sharks fin in the water.

"Of course, I'm excited to be part of the Crew." Danny throws back, making it clear right away that Tim needs to cut to the chase if Danny's not going to be an astronaut with WE. NASA will take him back in a heartbeat if WE is going to try and play games.

"We're excited to have you, everyone speaks of you like the next Armstrong or Aldrin. I just had a few questions, as an informality, that I wanted answered."

"I feel like I've answered every question there could be about me, but go ahead. I'm an open book."

"Great. I suppose I'll start with asking about your adoptive family, the Fentons. Were they good to you when you transitioned to their home?"

"...It's not common knowledge that I'm adopted. Mom and Dad are fine. We have a strained relationship now because of my teenage rebellion but I still go home for most holidays." Danny is on edge, but also a bit excited? How did Tim find this out?

"I see. I'm an adopted child myself, you can understand maybe why I asked. Do you have any relationship with your birth family?" Tim asks, but its clear he's asking something else. Danny calls it how he sees it.

"What are you trying to find out? I mean really, you're very polite but this doesn't have to do with my job."

"I'll cut to the chase then. Do you hold any allegiance to Ra's al Ghul or the League of Assassins?"

"Woah." Danny blinks.

"Woah as in you're surprised I found out, or Woah in surprise that you've been found out?"

"Woah as in, what the fuck, I haven't thought of his name in decades. I escaped pretty young after being abused from birth."

"That's what I needed to know. You have a sister through the Fentons, and a cousin that I suspect is a clone, any other siblings?" Tim asks, his to the point question making Danny's head spin. How the fuck did this guy know about Dani?

"How do you-"

"Any other siblings, Danny?" Tim repeats, cutting him off.

"...Yeah. I should have a twin running around out there. But if this has to do with whatever crazy bullshit he might be up to, I swear i'm not in contact with him or his family. I haven't been since I freed myself."

Tim looks like he's contemplating something, his eyes are still evaluating Danny as though he were a frog in freshman year Bio.

"I have a little brother, Danny, and it's interesting. He's not particularly fascinated by space but he likes to keep up with all the astronauts. I took it upon myself to research you once you came on the roster two years ago for this position. I know you're capable and I had no doubt that you'd be the man for the job. Then I saw your picture."

"You... saw my picture?"

"My brother watches out for Astronauts because he holds onto the hope that someone from his past might be one some day. That it might lead to their reconciliation." Tim clarifies.

Danny can't do anything but stare. No. No way.

"I told Damian not to look into the astronauts for the Janus Crew. Want to guess why?" For the first time, Tim's eyes look soft around the edges. Danny stays silent for a while, head reeling from this information.

"...Is he. Is he free?" Danny finally asks.

"He's left the league and burned all allegiance he held for them, if that's what you're asking. Came to join his dad, my adoptive father, when he was about ten. So just a few years after you made your own way out without him."

"That's... That's good. I'm glad. He's healthy?" Danny can't help himself but inquire. He'd loved his brother until it literally broke him.

"Most days. He runs an animal sanctuary, has a girlfriend and a best friend, gets along with our large family."

"Woah." Danny's near speechless again.

"I'm telling you this because... He's going to find out Friday with the press release of you being our Crew Leader. He'll see you and no doubt try to contact you. I want you to have the choice of reaching out to him before that, or at least make your peace with what you have to say to him if you don't want a relationship."

"Why?"

"Because I don't care to see my siblings hurt. Here, it's my personal line, below it is Damian's. Reach out to me if you'd like for me to plan a meeting spot, reach out to him if you'd prefer I stay out of it. I understand completely if my questions have led you to not trust me." Tim offers him a piece of paper with two phone numbers on it, Danny takes it with shaking hands.

"I... See. Okay." and then after a moment, Danny added numbly "Thanks."

Tim stands and Danny follows, they're both walking towards the door and Danny can't help but feel like he's waiting for another shoe to drop. Tim has a look in his eye like Jazz might on his birthday.

"One last thing before you go and you're officially listed as our star Astronaut: I took care of those pesky case files and lab reports for you. The white ones. It is quite literally impossible for that heinous shit to every bother you again."

"Wait, What? Why would you do that for me? You couldn't have known-"

"It's what family is for. Have a good day, Janus Crew Lead Danny."

[rapz-rites]

They All Know Now

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian

A/N: just randomly had this idea. Mostly a group chat between the Batfam reacting the finding out Damian has a boo thang

Enjoy 😊

Word Count: 850+

Warning: Cursing, Dick being a drama queen, Tim doubting Damian’s rizz

Damian hadn’t expected for people to find out, especially not like this

Why can’t people just mind their own business 

This whole thing was stupid

You and Damian went out to this small fair just outside of Gotham for a date

You thought it would be unnecessary to wear disguises

You wanted a normal date without disguises and paparazzi

But you were wrong

You guys were having a nice time, walking and holding hands, sharing some cotton candy 

Unfortunately, someone from Gotham Academy was there too

They took a picture and somehow media outlets got it

It was going viral

The headlines ranged from “Damian Wanye Mystery Girl” to “Who is this girl? Lover or Gold Digger”

A few months ago, you and Damian got matching promise ring

One news outlet mistook them for wedding rings

“Nothing like his billionaire father, Damian Wayne is locked in”

When you showed Damian the headlines

You found them hilarious 

Damian didn’t

Not even 10 minutes after you showed him the first headline the ‘BatChat’ group chat

Made by none other than Dick Grayson

BATCHAT 🦇

GRAYSON: Attachment: 5 images 2 videos

                   WHAT IS THIS?

                   DAMIAANNNNN!!!!!

DAMIAN : What do you want?

                 I’m busy.

CASS : Are you with Y/N?

DAMIAN : Yes.

GRAYSON : Is that why you’ve been disappearing lately??

TODD : Wow….

            The demon spawn got a girlfriend

            I thought Raven was going to be the one and only

DRAKE : Wait…

  Damian really has a girlfriend???

DUKE : Haven’t you been keeping up

DRAKE : No really…

I’m busy ok

STEPH : Are we going to ignore the fact that Cass knew and didn’t tell us

GRAYSON : Yea Cass

                    Why didn’t you tell us???

CASS : Not my secret to tell

DAMIAN : That's why she was allowed to know

CASS : Bruce knew too

GRAYSON : I feel betrayed

                    Why didn’t you tell me?

                   🥲.

DUKE : I wonder why

            🙄.

GRAYSON : Don't sass me rn Duke

DAMIAN : Cass, Y/N wants to know if you’re going on patrol on Friday.

TODD : SHE KNOWS?!!?!?!

            Does Bruce know she knows?

GRAYSON : OF COURSE HE KNOWS

                 Its Bruce

CASS : I’m not.

            Why?

DAMIAN : She says “we need to finish the movie from our sleepover”

STEPH : YOU TWO HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME

DUKE : What was the movie?

TODD : Really Duke?

           That’s what you want to know

DUKE : Yes… leave me alone

DAMIAN : I don’t know.

DUKE : Can you ask please 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : She said they finished Salt, with Angelina Jolie and are now on Mr and Mrs Smith

CASS : Ask her if we’re going to watch Megan Fox movies after.

DUKE : Angelina Jolie…

        Megan fox…

        Can I PLEASE join 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : I’m not a walkie-talkie.

           Text her yourself.

DUKE : Fine

         I don’t have her number

CASS : …

DAMIAN : I was talking to Cass

STEPH : Uhm….

              What about me?!?!?!

GRAYSON: Steph plz

                   Damian has been ignoring me this entire time

                  😢.

                  Can we meet her????

DAMIAN : No.

CASS: Y/N says she would love to meet you but only if “Dami” is comfortable with it

GRAYSON : SHE GETS TO GIVE YOU A NICKNAME BUT NOT ME

                     Everytime I try to give you one you reject it

DRAKE : Dami?

               Who’s Dami

TODD : Damian

             Duhhh

DRAKE : I'm running of 2 hours of sleep and 8 cups of coffee

              🖕🏾.

TODD : 😂

Suddenly everyone got an incoming call

--Incoming Facetime Call: Damian--

Once everyone joined the group facetime they all noticed a girl sitting next to Damian

They couldn’t lie

You were gorgeous 

You looked like the girl that wasn’t overly popular but everyone liked

Basically a Disney princess

But you didn’t look like Damian’s usual type

Raven or his past fling, Flatline

You were probably the reason he slowly started incorporating color in his wardrobe 

I mean it was just dark colors but it was colors nonetheless

You finally spoke up and the conversation rolled on from there

Y/N : Hi everyone! I’m Y/N! 

         It's so nice to meet the rest of you.

Grayson : Hi! Im Dick. Damian’s handsome oldest brother.

TODD : I’m Jason Todd. The cooler, even more handsome big bro.

DRAKE : Uh hi. Tim.

Everyone else started to introduce themselves 

DAMIAN: Hurry up and ask what you need, we’re extremely busy. 

Y/N : Damian, be nice. Feel free to ask me anything

After a brief moment of silence they all started talking at one

“See what I mean” Damian whispered in your ear 

You rolled your eyes at him and spoke up

Y/N : One question at a time please

DRAKE : Is Damian paying you to act like his girlfriend? Did he have to bribe you?

For the next hour, you were answering questions and they were getting to know you

They like how you balanced Damian out

You chilled him out

Normally Damian would have been tearing their heads off, but you were calmed him before he could even react

They like seeing Damian happy

He was calmer at home

Even smiling

Actually it was a small lip smirk but they counted it

Damian was happy

Especially with you

They could tell by the way he would look at you when you talked

With so much love

I had this for a while but I finally posted it. When I pasted it from my google docs I was shocked cuz all the colors and formatting was basically gone and I had to redo them. Sadly they didn’t have the colors i wanted so Cass Duke and Tim are normal but I might give Tim orange or something 🤷🏾‍♀️

[vikkirosko]

Can I request Alastor, Vox, Valentino, Velvet, Stolas and Stella with a female hell born fox demon reader?

Reader demon form is a giant nine tailed fox with one red eye (like in the song "the good child and the fox spirit").

Despite her tendencies to use people's pain and sadness to manipulate them into making a deal with her, she became attached to a pitiful human child who only wanted a friend and someone who will take care of him.

Reader now take care of the child and make her s/o and the child meet. Saying to the child : "You see him/her? He/she's your dad/mom now.

thanks!

Headcanons Human child

📻 Alastor x hellborn fem!Reader 🎙

Your relationship with Alastor has been the cause of many rumors. You were both strong and engaged in different activities in Hell. Sometimes you even took part in his radio broadcast. You were cruel and often went to the human world to make deals with people. You told him about your travels only in private, not considering it something that should get on the radio, but after your next trip you returned not with a story but with a little boy

You directly told the child that Alastor is his father and that he does not need to be afraid of him. While Alastor, at your request, was preparing food for the boy, you told him that you intended to make a deal with someone from the people, but found the boy. You weren't going to make a deal with him. You just wanted to scare the child, but he wasn't afraid of your demonic appearance, but just asked you if you wanted to become his friend. It seemed strange to you and you asked why he would ask a demon about it. Then the child told you that he had no one and he was left all alone. You felt sorry for the child, so you decided to take the boy under your care and become a mom for him

Alastor was surprised by the story you told, but he wasn't going to judge you. He didn't mind being a father to the boy, since you decided to become a mother. He wasn't sure if raising a child in Hell was a good idea, but he was curious to see what would come of it, so he didn't mind helping you with your little adventure

Unlike you, he knew how to communicate with children who were not born in Hell, so together you coped well with taking care of the boy. In a sense, he really became your son and you and Alastor were ready to protect the boy from the threats that there were quite a lot in Hell

💞 Valentino x hellborn fem!Reader 🚬

You and Valentino were one of the most intimidating couples in Hell. You were both strong and engaged in different activities in Hell, which allowed you to have more influence. However, you preferred to travel to the human world to make deals with people. Valentino did not interfere in this, preferring to do business in Hell. After you went back to Hell, he would come to you and you would discuss what had happened during the time that you had not seen each other

When he came to you again, he wanted to tell you a story about what had recently happened at the studio, but when he came, he saw that you were not alone. There was a child in your apartment. A little girl who didn't look scared. On the contrary, she smiled and played with you. When you noticed Valentino, you pointed him out to the girl and said that he was her father now. The girl waved to him and he looked at you in shock, waiting for an explanation from you

You didn't hide anything from him. You talked about how you went to human world and intended to make a deal with this girl, but everything didn't go according to plan. This child was not afraid of your demonic appearance, which not even all the inhabitants of Hell could withstand. This girl asked you if you could become her friend. She was all alone, she had no family and so you decided to take care of her and become her mom, so you decided that Valentino would be the father of the child. He wasn't sure if it was a reasonable idea, but you weren't going to change your mind

Valentino didn't know how he was supposed to fulfill the role of a father. He didn't get along very well with children, but you didn't have any experience in taking care of children either. You both had to learn how to take care of a girl in the conditions of Hell

❤ Velvette x hellborn fem!Reader 🤍

Velvette really enjoyed spending time with you. Your relationship has been going on for a long time and she loved listening to your stories about how you traveled to human world. Unlike her, you could safely travel there to make deals with people. She liked your cruelty and cunning

When she came to you, she knew for sure that you had returned from the human world, but she did not expect that you would not come alone. You came back with a human child. The little boy who grabbed your hand and looked at Velvette with apprehension. However, when you told the boy that she was now his mother and the kid and Velvette were surprised by your words, but the boy quickly calmed down, completely trusting you

You told Velvette that you were planning to make a deal with this child. You thought that he would be scared when he saw your demonic appearance, but the child was not afraid of you and asked if you could become his friend. You couldn't remain indifferent to such an innocent request, so you decided to take the boy under your care. You sincerely hoped that Velvette would share with you the care of him

She was thrilled that you had become a real family in a sense. You even had a child. She was ready to brag about it in front of her friends, she spent a huge amount of time with you and the boy, as if you really were a family and she intended to do a lot to make it really so

🖥 Vox x hellborn fem!Reader 📱

You and Vox have been together for a long time. Unlike him, you were born in Hell and lived there much longer than he did. You were a powerful demon who often went to the human world to make deals with people. You liked to use people's sorrows and weaknesses to force them to make deals with you, then telling him about their travels. You might not be home for days or even weeks, but you always came back unharmed

When he once again came to your apartment, he heard sounds from the kitchen. He quickly realized that you were at home, so he went to the kitchen. However, there he saw something he did not expect. You were cooking something in the kitchen while a child was sitting at the table. The girl who watched your actions with curiosity. Vox had a lot of questions about what was happening, but you didn't let them ask. You noticed him and told the girl that he was her father now

Your words have baffled Vox. He wasn't going to become someone's parent, but you decided everything for him. He started asking you questions when you finished cooking. You didn't hide the fact that it was a human child and that you originally planned to make a deal with her. But the child's request has put you in a dead end. All she wanted was to have a friend. She wanted someone to take care of her and in the end you couldn't leave the baby and make a deal with her. That's why you took her to Hell and took on the role of her mother

Vox didn't know how long you were going to be the mother of a human child, but after a few weeks in the role of the girl's father, he realized that it wasn't so bad. He became attached to the child, understanding why you decided to take on the role of mother. He didn't know how to protect the child yet, but he wasn't going to stop until he came up with something

🦉 Stolas x hellborn fem!Reader 🎩

You and Stolas started dating a few months after he divorced. You hid your relationship from everyone, and especially from his daughter. You were born in Hell and visited human world quite often to make deals with people. Stolas enjoyed spending time with you. He knew that you often used people's sorrows and pain to force them to make deals with you, but he knew that with those who were dear to you, you were caring and attentive

When he came to you one day, you asked him to help you. He was very worried, you rarely asked for anything, much less for help, but when you brought him into the living room in your apartment, he saw a human girl there. The child was alive, healthy and was not afraid of you or Stolas. However, he was even more surprised when you told the girl that Stolas is now her father. Your words surprised him a lot and he asked you to explain what was going on

As it turned out, you were going to make a deal with this child, but you were surprised that the girl was not afraid of you, even though you took your demonic form in front of her. When you asked the child what she would like, the girl said that she would like to have someone next to her who would take care of her. She wanted to have a friend. For the first time, you didn't know what to do and watched the girl for several days until, eventually, you decided to take her home with you. You managed to get attached to the child and decided to take care of her, but you had absolutely no experience of caring for children, which is why you decided to ask Stolas for help

Stolas gladly agreed to help you. In a sense, you have become a family. He was good at taking care of children, because taking care of his daughter was on his shoulders. Sometimes Stolas thought about offering you and the girl to live with him, but he did not know how Octavia would react to this, so so far he was in no hurry to tell his daughter about it. Next to you, he felt peace and love. Even though you weren't a family yet, that's how he felt

🦉 Stella x hellborn fem!Reader 👑

You and Stella have known each other for a long time. No one ever knew how close you really were. You were a pure-blooded demon and for a long time you were in a secret relationship. She was married and had a daughter, and you were alone and often went to the human world to make deals with people. Only when she officially divorced Stolas did you stop hiding your relationship. No one dared even try to condemn you. However, one day something happened that Stella did not expect

One day when she came to your house, you told her that you had to introduce her to someone. Stella didn't like surprises and walked with you frowning. But her eyes widened when she saw a human child in your kitchen. She finally lost the power of speech when you told the child that now Stella will be his mother like you. Stella quickly dragged you out of the room, with indignation in her voice, starting to ask you what all this means. She doubted that it was your child, but the fact that you decided to keep him with you bothered her. She didn't expect this from you

She knew you as a cruel demon who used human sorrows and pain to manipulate them, but she couldn't understand why you felt sorry for the child. Only in the evening, when you put the child to bed, you told her that you were originally going to sign a contract with this child. However, you couldn't do it. He was the first one who wasn't afraid of your demonic appearance. He didn't ask you for money, power, or anything else that other people usually asked for. This child just wanted a friend, someone who would be there for him and take care of him. You got attached to him and couldn't leave him alone

Stella just sighed heavily, having stopped arguing with you. She knew it was useless to argue with you and she didn't want to spoil your relationship, because her feelings for you were real. She didn't know how seriously you took the child, but as long as you wanted that child to stay by your side, as long as you protected him, Stella was ready to agree to play this strange role of a parent for a human child, since it made you happy

[rainbowsillz]

𖤐 A MODERN READER THAT CAN'T TALK IN JAPANESE 𖤐

Warnings: Yandere behaviors, manipulation, possessiveness.

Note: I'd perish on my own accord if they send me here I swear. An experiment for a first post in kny fandom (･x･)/.

Featuring: Douma X Gender Neutral Reader.

i. gracious founder.

Summary: Many would be more than willing to have a chance of a life you were living. Not you, it was a nightmare..

The moon was overcast by darkness overhead.

[ DOUMA - 童磨 ]

“Truly a poor thing you are... why don't you come back with me? It's dangerous wandering out there at night.”

Obviously, you have to accept whatever he voiced at you (he was inquiring if you'd like to go with him).

And so you were at his abode...

You kept saying "Hello." Or "Goodbye." Which came off as quite baffling for him. Like you can't speak normally.

The demon was a bit too stunned to comment at first.

"Can you understand me?" He prompted you.

Then it made sense for him! You were a foreigner, weren't you? This had him watching you with a broad grin.

Now, now.. He can't have you being like that here. As someone once said. Education matters, does it not?

So — he'll be instructing you on learning the basics of the fundamentals. You looked sharp, this should be a cakewalk.

(Your ADHD self would throw hands at him if you could.)

Hmmm, he doesn't really can tell about how you got isekai'd into the universe of Kimetsu No Yaiba however. Luckily.

You'll take this secret to the grave with you.

Although he was drawn to you because of 'something.'

"Maybe it's fate!" He chirped like a puppy with you.

He enjoyed feeding you treats like you were his pet. Oh, it'd be a waste, right? So you better keep eating that.

You only were able to do easy phrases but he seemed delighted enough. You dreaded the day you'd end up in his belly because.. you weren't even a slayer to begin with.

He could break your neck if he wanted to.

His favoritism didn't help in the slightest. Other people weren't on friendly terms with you. You were miserable.

As the time flew by, the season changed.

Your Japanese was average to comprehend his message now. You hated to admit this... he wasn't an awful mentor....

You missed your home.

A firm arm draped around your shoulders, the humming gave away whose it was. It was Douma, no doubt about it.

You suspected it was a setup. He did it on 'purpose.'

It intrigued him when your breathing hitched at his arrival.

You backed yourself away and you asked a question.

"Why would I isolate you? Is my little fox mad?" He pouted.

His rows of teeth were unlike human's ones.

Was he supposed to be a cult leader? How repulsive.

"I loathe you." You spat in your second language.

His smile was faltering at your words, there was a shift in his expression as he snapped his hand fan close after that.

"I wonder what you stated about me." His tone was a jab.

He patted your head like you were nothing in his eyes. There was venom underneath and in his sentence. A disapproval.

This confirmed it, he was a sick bastard ಠ_ಠ.

Earning an ire from everyone was the last thing you needed.

Despite that he had no clue on your mother tongue.

It was also unbeknownst to you—

...Since The Upper Rank Two was fluent in English.

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

3/?

🫡 exyisntreal follow

actually the real reason they call it the fox HOLE court is - *exy ball hits my head, immediately killing me*

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😎 foxyknoxy

@ sports news.................

there are so many other ways you can say this

🐋 sexyexy

can i add another personal fav?

😎 foxyknoxy

how do they keep getting away with this

#the real question now is: #DOES kevin day top neil josten? DOES neil josten edge kevin day?

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👁 jean-mor-uhoh

asking exy fans "is he attractive or is he just tall and athletic" is so funny like - no no no we've accepted that he isn't attractive. he's just some guy. the most Some Guy some guy in the world. he probably uses 3 in 1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash and drives a big truck bc he thinks it looks manly. he has no discernable personality besides 'athlete' and listens to terrible country music. can he even read? questionable.

#you don't need to tell us #we know #the average looking rep we need!

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🥰 boytoyjeremyknox follow

I'M SICK OF NCAA EXY MIC DROPS !!!!!! KEVIN DAY NEVER WENT SKIING AND NOW I HAVE JEREMY KNOX IN MY FACE TELLING ME JEAN MOREAU IS A TROJAN??????????????? I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

#this is too MUCH i need PEACE and QUIET also omg hiiiii jere u look so slurpable covered in sweat

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🫡 exyisntreal follow

yeah espn+ is fun and all but then you get to the ad break and LIVE SPORTS! ESPN+ ORIGINALS! smacks you in the face and you regret everything

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

had a dream once where riko moriyama was standing at the end of my bed like a sleep paralysis demon, stage whispering "LIVE SPORTS!" over and over

🫡 exyisntreal follow

girl r you like,,,, ok?

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

no 👍

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

kevin day????????! like from the fanfiction??!?!

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

seeing a player on campus is always a trip like logically i know you go to my school. we've shared classes. but this is MY coffee shop i frequent and your stupid exy ass should never be NEAR ME go back to the FANFICTION where you belong!!!!!!!!!!!

#leave me be

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🌸 a-softer-exy

neil josten x kevin day - hands

#neil josten #kevin day #psu #psu foxes #palmetto #0210 #kdnj #njkd #web weave #exy #hands

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[azurlily]

Guess whose not dead?!

(This is an actual post with a character, just scroll down to the pink bow if you don't want to read this.)

I was in and out of the hospital for a long time. I'm sorry I haven't been writing, but I'm doing so much better. I've closed requests so I can catch up on the ones I currently need to do.

I also wanted to mention some of the newer works(that AREN'T being requested) that I plan to make will probably be either smut or darker stuff. It's a way for me to cope and I enjoy writing altogether.

Yandere!CEO x Fem!Reader

Morena(yan!ceo) x fem!reader

Synopsis: You're a young woman working in the tech industry, you know people(mostly men) don't take you seriously. Due to the constant stress of needing to be better (just to be considered good) you are constantly anxious and jittery, you've also developed a depressive mindset and you consistently struggle with taking your medication.

You just got a new job by a large, female owned, tech company! You thought you'd feel better and you wouldn't have to deal with a toxic environment. You were dead wrong; your boss is a bitch and expects constant perfection and no less. You were just barely able to make it under her radar, until she starts going through files- and you find yourself in her office with a deal you just aren't allowed to refuse.

Not like you can refuse a demon after all?

TW: Non-consensual kissing and physical touch, somewhat mentions future kidnapping.

The reader is kissed(while under a spell that takes away will-power from their body) and is forced to sign a contract against their wishes.

You stand quietly, with your hands in front of you- clasped together so tightly you'd think you were about to get in your knees and pray. But no, instead you were ready to beg to not be fired.

That's what this was right? You were getting fired and your horrible, asshole, bitch-faced boss wanted to say it to your face. You could cry, you almost did on the way here.

Yet as much as you wish you weren't in this situation, as much as you wish you could repent for whatever you did; you genuinely have no idea why you've been called here. You've never gotten a write up, all your reports are clean and bug free, and you work well with seemingly everyone.

You stand face forward, staring at the woman who decides wether you get to eat for the next month. The same woman who while you hate her, you can't -no you won't- deny her beauty. You-

"Hello?! Do you hear me or are you too busy pissing yourself to pay attention?"

You look down, wondering if you genuinely did pee yourself, only to see dry pants and floor. You look back up at her and she gives you the look of someone who both wants to laugh and yell(not in the good way).

You wondered if there was something who had tried to sue her for how rude she was. I'm sure there could be some sort of case, as long as there was proof. Hell, even witnesses would do.

"Sorry, ma'am. What exactly is it you called me for? Has my team done something wrong, did we miss some meeting, or did-"

She stands up, slamming her hand on the desk so loudly it echoes. You nearly jump out of your skin- was she going to hit you?!

"Be quiet. I can't handle you prattling on like a cow. I'm not firing you, nor am I firing anyone on your team. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Oh and please- call me Miss Morena. Thank you."

Oh she is definitely a condescending bitch.

You thought for a moment, 'quite the opposite'. So you aren't getting fired, hell you may be getting a raise! Maybe Morena wasn't so bad of a boss. Maybe she just likes hard workers.

"Thank you, ma- Miss Morena. If I may ask: does this mean I'm getting a promotion?"

Morena smiles, not the smile you give someone when they're right about something. The smile you give when you're a fox, and you've just cornered the bunny you've been trying to catch.

"Yes, a promotion of sorts. I actually have a contract for you, but I can give you the gist and read the rest to you later."

Morena pulls an inch thick stack of papers from the desk. She sets them aside with a pen and slowly steps out from the desk. Morena signals you to come closer, but you only take a few steps forward. You could practically feel how badly this situation was going to go.

As Morena got closer, you began to feel more compelled to make eye contact with her. Like someone was whispering into the back of you mind, telling you to look up. To look into the beautiful blue eyes that Miss Morena holds. To never look away; keep your eyes on hers.

Don't look away from me. I always get what I want and that isn't changing anytime soon, little rabbit.

"Well I've been looking over employee information and I noticed you moved from very, very many jobs before you got to this one. Never staying in one place. I never really liked people like that, and from what I've seen, people like that have done the same with my company. Now I hope -very strong word here- that someone with skills like yours wouldn't do something to this company. I hope that you'd stay, willingly of course. You would stay willingly, right?"

Of course you would, you never had any interest in leaving. You planned to stay past the one year mark, past the time where everyone would get raises in order to ensure you were getting a that this place was a good opportunity. You loved it here, you loved you teammates, your boss, you loved the office building itself.

"Of course I'm staying, Miss Morena. I would never leave."

The words coming out of your mouth felt robotic, they felt like you were lying to yourself and others. Like you were in your body, but you weren't the one speaking.

"Good girl, now go over to my desk and sign you name on all of those papers. Don't read them, you don't need to. You can put all your trust in me."

You did exactly as you were told, you signed every paper with you signature. You didn't even think, your body was moving like second nature. You had this warm feeling in your gut, this safe and controlled feeling. You like feeling like this- don't you?

You hear some shuffling behind you and yet you can't turn around to see what's going on. You only hear a voice.

"You know while your under I guess I can explain. You can't really yell at me or try to run away, so I can speak my peace. You're going to be the newest human I suck the life out of! But hey, for the next few months you'll get to live lavishly and without fear of anything. Other than me of course!"

Your brain registered what she was saying, but you couldn't respond. What were you doing to do? What could you do?

"Come here bunny."

You turn around and walk straight into Morena's arms. She gently grabs your face, you just noticed three of her fingers on her left hand have been filed down. Meanwhile the nails on her right hand, as well as her pinky and thumb on her left, are long and colorful.

Morena pulls you closer to her, her lips ghosting over your mouth. You feel her press her lips to yours and you get an overwhelming feeling of disgust wash over you. You feel nothing but utterly dirty as she kisses you, you feel like someone's just stabbed you and is trying to clean the wound to make themselves feel better about the act.

Your eyes are wide open the entire time, so you watch Morena go from kissing you deeply to pulling back in what looks to be shock. Her pupils dilate slowly, her eyes relaxing and you see nothing but black take over.

"Oh...oh you're much too sweet to kill."

Morena gently moves you head to the side pressing her tounge against your neck. You feel her shiver and watch as she pulls back with a dark smile on her face.

"I take back what I said about you enjoying these next couple of months. . . You'll get to enjoy such pleasures for the rest of your life. With me."

You let your body process her words this time, you don't know how to react. Instead you feel your eyes wet themselves, your expression hadn't even changed. And yet, you were crying. Morena notices almost immediately and you watch her face distort itself into a disdainful look of annoyance, until it twists into one of sadistic pity.

"Oh, shh, bunny. Hush now, stop those tears. I'll take the spell down once were home, in my home you wont be able to run away. So you can have a tantrum all you want there. I know you don't like me right now, you maybe even hate me, but give it some time. You'll realise you need someone, and I'm the best you'll be getting for the rest of your pathetic human life."

Everything goes black after that.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 2

1- 2- 3

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for the chapter- forced marragie, alcohol consumption, joffrey, mention of dead loved one, mention of consumation, 18+ languge and themes.

The large doors are kicked open by sandor as he walks to your bed placing you down on it before standing and bowing and walking out to leave you to the attention of your hand maidens. Once you hear the door close you curl up and the screams you were holding in let out in sobs and screams of pure pain. 

Your wails are heard as the sounds bounces off the stone walls of your room. “M-my lady.” one maid says holding out a hand to you touching your shoulder but you finch away. 

“L-Leave me!” you sob. 

“But my lady-” “LEAVE!” you yell at them. They curtsie and scurry out of the room. 

“You shouldn't talk to them like that.” you hear a familiar voice as you look over seeing sansa walking to you and sitting on the bed next to you. 

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask 

“I dont know.” she says, shaking her head. 

“Move over.” she says you sniff and listen she lays next to you facing you. Reaching out she moves your hair out of your face. 

“I overheard Joffrey, he said you're too married to the hound tomorrow. At noon. He wants it done as soon as possible.” she says a disgusted look on her face. Your eyes wander her face as she places a hand upon your cheek. 

“At least he didn't have ser merryn bruise your face. We saw what he did to you liliana.” she says you nod. 

“My brother sansa..” you say. 

“And my father out past the gates, his head on a pike, joffrey is no king. He's a demon craving power he's too weak to get. You're my best friend, you're a lady of the same standard as me. I don't know what to do but you can marry sandor.'' She says you scoff and sit up and hold the bed sheet to your body. 

“I was sent here as a peace offering, you were too.” she says. 

“But peace doesn't need to be forced.'' You say moving your hair to one side. 

“No…but it does need to be enforced.” she says. You shake your head. 

“I can't marry a hound.” you say pulling your knees to your chest. 

“Cant or wont.” she says looking up at you. You nod without giving a clear answer. 

“Y/n you're going to be killed if you don't marry him.” she says. 

“I’d die before marrying a man I do not love, marrying a man filled with such violence.” you say looking at her as she sits up to face you. In disbelief she shakes her head. 

“You want your head on a silver platter? You’ll have your head on a spike.” she asks

“Yes.” you respond. 

“Y/n. Your family will have nothing left, my sister is gone, my brothers are on the other side of the country, my father is dead…I only have you and I cannot, no, Will not lose you too, my best friend. Please…don't let me loose you, and marry him, just please do a duty as a lady as the king's subject, worthless daft cunt as he is…” she says making you giggle at how much she enjoys making fun of him behind his back. 

“...but please for me.” she says. You look at her and sigh nodding. 

“Alright.” you say she nods and hugs you you hug her back. 

“Do me one favor?” You ask. 

“Anything.” she answers. 

“Walk me down the aisle.” you say she nods a smile on her face. A smile that's full of sadness. 

“My pleasure.'' She gets up and walks to the door, sending your maids back into your room to help you dress for bed. 

—---

The morning sun hits your face as you sit outside by the window and a pillow on your lap brings your knees to your chest. 

“Her grace is the queen cersei.” one of your maids announces as the doors to your chambers open. You turn seeing cersei walking into the room you get up and curstie to her not worried about the fact you are still in your nightgown. 

“My dear…you're not dressed? You have to give a present in an hour?” she asks. 

“no..I have nothing to wear. I'm not sure my day gowns would suffice as a wedding dress.” you say. Cersei smiles her devious smile. And walks to you taking your hands before turning and noddeding the doors open once more as the seamstress walks in with a dress on the form.

“I had this made for my wedding, however I came to be with my child before I was able to wear it. So it's my gift to you to wear this time.” she says leading you to it. 

“It's beautiful.” you answer. 

“Yes and I had it tailored to your number so it will fit perfectly…” she says and trails off as you take the sleeve in hand. 

She walks over to the bed and takes a seat. You turn to look at her as she sighs looking up at you. 

“Do you know the action of a man and a woman in bed my dear? What is to be expected of you on your wedding night?” she asks me to pat the spot on the bed next to her so you'll sit. You walk over and take the place next to her. 

“My mother wanted to tell me but my aunt never let her explain.” you reply. 

“Well you must consummate the marriage with intercourse it's a scary experience. You are there to pleasure the man, do you understand? You shall abstain from any struggle and do everything he wishes you to do. Do you understand?” she says. 

“Y-yes your grace.” you say now fearful of what the hound is willing to do to you. 

“I'm so sorry my dear have I frightened you?” she asks. You open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off. 

“No matter, I'm sure Sandor clegane will make a fine husband. And you shall have many fine babes.” she says before once again standing and putting her hands together in a clap, the noise making you jump.

“Now! Try it on shall we.” she says you stand and nod. 

—----

Almost as if you’d blacked out and had not remembered the rest of the time spent getting ready for picking at your nails waiting for the door of the large keep to open. You can hear voices murmuring behind the large black wood doors. 

“y/n.” Sansa speaks, causing you to jump. 

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you.” she says taking your hand. You shake your head, eyes glued forwards on the door. Your mind races with the things cersei was babbling about earlier about the consummate marriage and who has to watch.

“Y/n?” Sansa brings you back to reality although not far from your head. 

“Did you hear me? I said you look beautiful.” she says you give her a worried smile,but she wasn't wrong. You wear a white and gold embellished dress with sleeves and a trail in the back. Your veil falling far past the dress you hair down your back pulled out of your face. 

You hear the music and the muffled voices of chatter die down as everyone has taken their seat. You hear footsteps towards you and Sansa both turn their heads seeing joffrey. He stands neck to you and smiles smugly. 

“What are you doing?” you ask

“Your fathers not here and your brother is gone and as a high born son so as next to lead and father of the realm it's my duty to give you away to your husband,” he says. 

“I apologize for your grace because I asked your lady, Sansa, to give me away.” you say. 

“Yes…but she will not.” he says, taking your arm in his as the doors open. You give Sansa a look. She shakes your head in regret. You look forward to your heart dropping seeing so many people from highborns to servants. Down the aisle you look up seeing the priest Joffrey has picked and sandor who is in all black armor with a gold and white cape seemingly made for him just for today as there's no dents or nicks and it shines with the sunlight that peers in through the stained glass window.

Walking down the aisle your legs feel jello and your heart races so fast and hard you can hear it in your ears. Moving closer and closer to your soon to be husband. Joffrey walks you up the stairs to the altar setting you in place but not before leaning into your ear to speak to you and you alone. 

“Be a good bitch for my dog will you?” He gives you a smile and walks back down the stairs to watch with everyone else. You glance at the entrance wanting nothing more than to run knowing that if you do the only option after would be death. Refraining from the thoughts the priest speaks. 

“Please cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.” 

The other garment sandor holds is set out as he lifts it over you and places it around your shoulders. You look up at him for what is supposed to be a brief moment but your eyes keep their hold on his face. His usual resting bitch face is prominent but the hint of something you can quite make out.

“Your grace, your grace, my lords and ladies. We stand here in the light of God to witness the binding of these two souls. From house clegane symbol of three dogs on a golden banner, a loyal servant of the crown, And house vixen symbol of a fox on a red banner. May they be one in body, mind, heart and soul. Forever.” he says. You continue to look up at the hound only looking over when the priest takes a hold of  the bible and holds it out to you both. 

“You may place your hand on each other and join fingers” he says as you glance at Sansa who now stands next to Joffrey who gives a reassuring nod. Both you and the hound turn to face the priest as he holds his hand out. You place yours on top of his and intertwine your fingers, his hand so much bigger than yours. The priest wraps a red cloth around your hands. 

“In the sight of the king, the queen, god and man, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one. For eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” he finishes step back a step. You turn to the hound as he does you. You look up at him once again he looks down to you trying desperately to avoid eye contact but the way you look at him doesn't allow that. You both speak in tandem. 

“Father, smith, warrior, mother maiden, crone stranger.” 

“I am his and he is mine.” “I am hers and she is mine.” 

“From this day until the end of my days.” you both end. 

“I pronounce you husband and wife of house clegane.'' The priest continues to take a slight intake of breath as the hound leans down to you close your eyes feeling the scruff of his bread cooled with the surprisingly softness of his lips against yours. You relax as you somehow melt into him only for him to pull away as everyone claps and cheers. 

—------

You sit at the head of the table, your hands in your lap picking at your nails, the stories Cersei wouldn't shut up about running through your mind about what the night is set to hold. The fear bubbling up in your throat. 

“Stop that.” Sandor speaks, making you jump. 

“You’ll ruin your nails, and you’ll bleed. I don't think you want blood all over your dress.” he says. 

“You don't seem very much concerned with yours.” you say 

“I don't need to be im not a princess.” he says scoffing at you before chugging his wine. 

“No you're not…but you just married so that makes you a prince.” you say. He sets his cup down harder than normal and reaches for the stronger alcohol. 

“Fuck me.” he cursses and pour it into his cup before taking a swing of it. This amuses you slightly and you let out a small laugh. 

“Something funny?” he gruffly asks. 

“The thought of you with a crown on your head all shiny, just like you are now but all the time.” you say. 

“Want me to be like your brother? If I was like him right now I'd be dead.” he says seriously. Your smile immediately fades. As you feel tears prick at your eyes. 

“Congratulations.” you look to your front seeing more people coming up to you and bowing you nod faking a smile. A glass clinks getting everyone's attention as the music and talking subsides. 

Cersi stands as she's going to speak. 

“I want to wish the newly weds good fortune and prosperity, for many children to come, and happiness to ensure” she says 

“HEAR HEAR!” Everyone chatters as they cheer mugs together and drink and continue eating. 

The rest of the evening is spent in quiet between you and sandor although he wanders off for a few minutes with the other kingsguard member speaking with jaime and joffrey before wandering back to you as your ladies in waiting lead you both to your new chambers.

Walking into the large room it has a huge bed made from oak wood which has been dyed black draped with red and black curtains covering in a soft comforter and pillows on each side a small table, a stone and steel plated fireplace with a fire blazing. A large sitting chair table next to it also formed from the black oak, in the corner is a golden tub and a desk with a mirror and a dressing screen. The large black dresser trunk and drawers. 

You look around entering the space as sandor follows behind you and you hear the doors shut. Your hand runs along the fabric of the bed, your mind wandering to the horrible things he’ll force upon you. 

You move your hair to one side as you take a hold of the strap along the back of your dress pulling at it loosening the fabric. Your hands are shaking slightly. 

“What are you doing?” Sanders' voice barrels at you. 

“U-undressing for you.” You say. He lets out a scoff. Pulling your hands away. 

“Don't bother.” He says gruffly as he passes you walking to the table with a jug of wine pouring some into a glass before chugging it and wiping his mouth. He looks at you now standing confused waiting for his command.

“What? Did you think I would bend you over this table and fuck the life out of you?” He says you look down embarrassed and unsure of how to answer.

“How ever you see fit to consummate… you may.” You say. He scoffs again. 

“Im not going to fuck you little fox, not now, not ever, I didn’t want to marry you, let alone marry anyone. The only thing I care about is blood and ale. If you want someone to deflower you it won't be me!” He barks. 

Before taking the jug of wine and heading for the door. 

“Wait.” You say he stops, turning to you. 

“What?” He ask 

“You’re not sleeping in here?” You ask. 

“Just because I'm your husband doesn't mean I take naps with you. I'm still the king's guard. I've got a job to do.” He replies and continues to head for the door before you stop him once again.

“Sandor.” You say he groans before turning around seeing you holding out his cape he took off to cover you yesterday. 

“I believe you might want this back.” You say. He takes a few short steps to you before taking it from your hands and slumping it over his shoulder,

“Don't call me that.” He speaks before finally, turning and walking out. Your ladies in waiting come to you after the door closes and help you undress from the uncomfortable garment and into your night wear for sleep

[under-lore]

Toby Fox once made a post saying that he didn't want to sell merch of Chara because it would trivialize what they meant in game and the message they carry, do you have any idea what he could have meant by this?

Well, obviously this topic is inherently speculative so take it with a grain of salt, but there still exists some room to try and analyse it nonetheless.

Here is the post in question :

First, he uses "i" in the first sentence, and then "Because".

This immediately tells us that Toby Fox personally is the one that is opposing merchandise of Chara being made, and that all the things which will come afterwards are about what he was intending to do with them as a character in Undertale and why that makes the idea of Chara merch bothersome to him.

This isn't the only time Toby has shown to be picky about Chara-related content. For example, he has only openly promoted fan content containing Chara once since the game was released (and they were not the main focus of it) whilst the rest of the cast is seen quite often.

In general, Toby is quite dodgy when it comes to the first fallen human as a character. Sometimes even acting as if they didn't exist.

But as the mail also repeats, that isn't because Toby doesn't care about Chara, but rather because he does care about their character. Like how Toby actually went ahead and personally intervened to change Chara's Tarot card (Along with removing the Gaster one entirely), even if those weren't even official merch anyways. He does care about how they're being portrayed at least.

Okay, so next is our main puzzle piece.

The reason why he doesn't want Chara merch is because Toby considers that merchandise of Chara would have to portray them in a way that does not allow to properly represent what Chara stands for in-game, and thus fail to convey the message that they were intended to carry.

To rephrase this, he considers that if he were to make Chara merch, then "merch Chara" would be incapable of portraying correctly what he actually intended "in-game Chara" to be, and thus miss out on a significant portion of their character & what could be taken from it.

So he would rather not have merch at all rather than to have merch that misses the point of who "in-game" Chara was intended to be.

Since the only direct hint we have about this is that what Toby meant couldn't have been portrayed with merch properly, then the only way to obtain more insight into what he meant exactly is to go about it the other way and to ask which pieces of Chara's character merch could have portrayed and work backwards.

A prime example of what could have been done for Chara merch would be content similar to the Tarot card mentioned earlier.

As that card shows, it is far from difficult to make designs that capture most of the concepts and themes that are explicit-genocide-route-dialogue-specific & are said by or associated to the character.

To cite only a few that can be seen from this card, life & deat & killing, power, demonic parallels, the number 9, the absolute, statistics, consequences, souls, knives, nothingness,...

(Side note : The person who made the Tarot card actually did not even know about the name "Chara" at the time, they weren't really a fan of the game and mostly went along with their first impression of the genocide route & the fanon of the time.)

Aside from perhaps their relationship with the player, there is frankly nothing about the direct Chara appearance at the end of genocide & the heavily Chara influenced flavor text of the end of the route that cannot be easily shown through merch. (Just look at all the fan content over the years)

And considering the way Toby acts merch-wise with Frisk and with Kris respectively, we can be pretty confident that their relationship with the player is not the reason that Chara merch is being blocked either.

So with that, we can be pretty much sure that what he meant wasn't about the explicit-genocide-route-only parts of in-game Chara.

Aside from the genocide route, the only other direct appearances of Chara are that of pre-death Chara. Between their fall into the underground and their death after the failure of the plan.

While we don't have clear cut examples like the Tarot card here, we do still run into the same problems.

The game implies a lot of things about pre-death Chara in many different ways. But all of those details or personality traits are either not much of a problem to portray or are also shared with other characters who do have merch made of them, meaning they can't be it either. (Its usually Undyne)

Not to mention that, when it comes to pre-death Chara, the game itself does show us some sepia artworks of Chara & The Dreemurrs. Like this one for example :

If properly representing those character traits of pre-death Chara was truly what this was all about, then why not simply make merch out of a colored version of that image if nothing else ?

It's in the game, right ? So surely it can't possibly be misrepresenting the game...

A trivialisation means to downplay something or to reduce it to something simpler.

If both pre-death Chara and genocide route-Chara & what the game shows about them could be represented with merch like any other character, but that Toby considers that doing so would still be missing out on an important part of Chara's character & their message, then the only conclusion would seem to be that Toby is not refering to any of the direct appearances of Chara in the game at all, but rather to another seemingly very important side of Chara that isn't shown directly in-game, and couldn't be through merch either.

While those could still be accurate in theory by themselves, making merch of Chara like this sepia art or the Tarot card would still be trivializing them in Toby's mind in the sense that it would be limiting Chara to only those things, and thus exclude that core part of their character from "merch Chara". Something that Toby refuses to do.

So our situation would seem to be : There is more to Chara than just what we are told about pre-death Chara and genocide route Chara. However, this part of Chara's character cannot be properly shown with merch yet is too important to ignore in Toby's mind.

There is one last thing we can say about what this part might be, though.

Toby seems quite insistant on the fact that this particular part of them was absolutely key to understanding what was Chara's role as a character in the game, and to understanding the message that he was trying to convey through this character.

A character's role & message can be conveyed through their story, through their actions, and through their mentality.

As we've seen earlier that this part of Chara was not an explicit appearance, the "actions" part is either minor enough to miss, or absent.

So it would seem we can be somewhat confident that this piece of Chara's character that Toby is worried about also either adds more implicit parts to Chara's story or gives important insight on their mentality (or both).

That would make Toby's core reason for not wanting to make merch of Chara be less about Chara's character itself and more about what the player is to understand from the way he constructed their character, which would match up with his words about it being "something that cannot be bought in a store", too.

Anddd... As far as purely impartial analysis goes, i think that's pretty much all that you can deduce, unless i've forgotten about something.

If you want my personal opinion on it, though, i would have to say that using NarraChara theory would be a really elegant way to fill up all those blanks.

Considering that the theory, if true, would constitute 90% of Chara's character & be absolutely crucial to understanding the character's mentality and the way they think or behave in different situations or routes, that would certainly make it key to understanding Toby's intent with the character relative to their message or what they would stand for.

I can also hardly see plausible alternatives. Considering that pre-fall Chara and post-game Chara are pretty dry wells in that regard and genocide Chara's words about when they were "brought back to life", the only moments left timeline-wise for this key part of Chara's character to happen would be during neutral/pacifist routes or during the part of the genocide route that weren't already brought up earlier. That would make it seem like a pretty natural answer.

But more importantly, anything to do with the NarraChara part of their character (if the theory was intended) literally couldn't be properly represented through merch.

Because, unlike the common fanon portrayal of it which exists for that same reason, NarraChara according to in-game flavor text wouldn't be a ghostly figure floating around Frisk, but rather a foreign entity sharing their body and their mind. Which is a crucial part to both how NarraChara would work in-world and to the morality-wise implications of it.

Of course, that didn't prevent some fans from sweeping that under the rug anyways, even though it misses one of the most important points of the character they're trying to represent.

That might just be why Toby would rather just not.

How would you make merch of that ? You would just be making merch of Frisk instead... Let alone portraying correctly such a complex character. It just wouldn't work. This is a pretty common problem for media with bodysharing characters, those mechanics and all the implications that follow genuinely just cannot be "sold in stores."

They are a purely psychological experience.

[rouge-the-bat]

i think itd be really funny if hiei didnt realize who kurama truly was for a while after they meet. kurama introduces his name to him as just "kurama," and im sure theres More Than One demon kurama, so its not like hiei would immediately assume hes THE infamous youko kurama. and kurama doesnt tell him, because hes a silly lil fox with much patience and finds much amusement in waiting and seeing how long itll take hiei to realize.

and its not like kurama tries to be subtle either. he gets a fox keychain on his backpack, hiei notices it and asks its purpose. kurama says its just a fun decoration, which hiei dismisses as stupid.

kurama eventually mentions having a tail in his old body. hiei realizes he was an animal demon, but doesnt care which he may have been, because what would it matter?

kurama also does not keep quiet about the fact he was and still is a thief. there are a lot of thieves in the makai, though, things dont click in hieis mind yet.

hiei turns down much of kuramas attempts to "pry into his life" (as he sees it) at first, and doesnt want to pry into kuramas either. he wants to keep their partnership as just business, he has no interest in getting all buddy-buddy (he will also not think into at all why he likes looking at kurama, it doesnt mean anything if he doesnt think about it). BUT. he does end up becoming very curious, because how could he not with a demon in a human body, that has such an unusual situation and loads of knowledge and skill?

kurama told him at least that his soul had escaped to the body of an unborn human before he was able to perish. hiei wondered how long ago that happened, and asked kurama how old his human form is. "14," kurama tells him.

at this point hiei is still able to return to the makai, and he goes to retrieve some various seeds kurama needs for weapons/medicine and such. a good way he can be useful for their partnership- he doesnt want it to be one-sided after all- and plus kurama equipped with more items would defintely be helpful for him as well.

on one trip he eavesdrops on some bandit hideout he discovers- nothing interesting they got there, but information they speak about could come in handy. a very unimpressive-looking demon mentions that theyre gonna become the next youko kurama (hiei manages to keep himself from snorting, but not from rolling his eyes). another demon says that theyve been hearing rumors that youko kurama died for over a decade now, but they still dont believe it. says they bet he faked his death so he can catch some big shot off guard and take em for all theyve got.

this conversation doesnt make him question anything until later, when hes relaxing in a tree back in the ningenkai. its late, and his mind starts to wander and remembers the conversation. hes always heard a lot of tales about the king of thieves, but doesnt know how much may be factual. he offhandedly wonders if kurama happens to know any concrete details, since hes proven to be very knowledgeable about many things.

then it clicks. all the little details over the months fall into place in his mind and hes suddenly wide awake and rushing to kuramas house. he slams kuramas sliding window open, and kurama startles and halts from brushing his hair. he sternly tells hiei to be careful, that glass can break easily, and that sound could have woken his mother. shes a light sleeper and needs her sleep! hiei doesnt comment on that, and just urgently says "kurama. what kind of demon are you?"

kurama blinks for a moment, then chuckles. he gives hiei a wicked grin as he replies "youre just now figuring out who i am, are you?" "kurama," hiei repeats, "what are you?" he sees a mischievous glint in those green eyes that almost looked gold before kurama answers "why, a youko, of course."

[warsinmyhead]

omg - jimin

x | meme status: accepting!

Normally Jimin would have gone home if he needed to shower or take care of any "problems", but before he left for work this morning, he received a notice from the landlord explaining that the plumbing was finally being replaced and that meant the water was being shut off starting from 8 AM until work was completed.

Amelie had taken too long to get the attention of her target and when Jimin went in to check on her, he was cornered by the target's sister who was very forward and decided to grope him. Thankfully Amelie got her act together and quickly splashed the contents of her drink to break the pair up and shouted that her valet needed to work only.

"Sir forgive my valet, I was just telling him to fetch the car because I have a meeting in Toronto tonight," Amelie feigned to the target as she yanked Jimin towards the door. "C'mon Brother, let me have one fuck with the nerdy valet guy!" the target's sister whined as her brother pulled her away. "Sorry about that – she really groped you at a gala with the snooty people around?" Amelie whispered once they got far enough away. "Believe me, you saved me from her and probably her brother wanting to kill me," Jimin muttered.

After getting Amelie out of the gala and back to Seoul, Jimin managed to think of something to calm himself down. It was unwelcome being groped by someone, but the action reminded him how long it's been since anyone's touched him. Seeing as he had gotten no updates from his landlord on the status of the water being turned back on, the quartermaster resigned himself to waiting until everyone cleared out (or so he thought) and all of the mission reports were submitted to the UK offices.

The shower was intended to remove the champagne smell from his skin and hair, but eventually Jimin had one hand stroking his length and the other massaging his balls under the warm stream of water. He doesn't jack off much, but it's been too long since he's had relief in that department and he feels less nervous about doing this at work.

The quartermaster is so caught up in reaching his release that he didn't hear the door to the men's shower room or the first curtain for his shower stall being pushed open.

"Jimin-san?"

Jimin froze when he heard his name and his eyes flew open when he saw Tadashi standing at the entrance of his shower stall. He moved away from the back wall and sputtered as water from the shower got into his eyes and mouth as he tried to explain himself.

"I'm –cough! I'm sorry," Jimin managed to get out. He made his way to the glass door to the actual shower and started to push it out, only to see Tadashi had removed his towel and was standing on the other side of the door. The latter gestured for Jimin to move to the side and Jimin raised a brow in confusion.

"I'm sorry, are the other stalls not working?" Jimin asked. He's sure his face is red from embarrassment, but there are worse people that could have caught him in the act.

Tadashi shook his head and gingerly pulled the door open to the shower stall, before stepping inside.

"Sorry I'm back so late," Tadashi apologized. "Merlin was speaking with me and the quartermaster in Japan about my time here in Korea. I was approved to stay longer. Amelie said something about someone groping you during today's mission?"

"Target's sister," Jimin groaned. "Literally in front of tons of fancy and rich people, she walks up and gropes me through my pants. I only went inside to find Amelie because it was taking her too long to get the information. I came in here to shower because my complex has the wa–"

It was Jimin's turn to look surprised as Tadashi fumbled to kneel comfortably in the small space and was a few inches away from Jimin's dick.

"Whoa...you weren't kidding, it's huge," Tadashi murmured in awe. He zeroed in on the quartermaster's leaking red tip and leaned forward to take it between his lips.

Before Jimin could protest, the other male wrapped his fingers around the quartermaster's balls and stroked them, while slowly taking more of his dick in his mouth.

Jimin leaned back against the wall and gasped for air as Tadashi continued to swallow more of his length. He felt his dick slip down further – wait was he in Tadashi's throat now? The question disappeared from his mind as Tadashi's hand massaged his balls, while other boy's mouth hollowed out as best it could with 7.5" in it.

Getting Jimin to unwind with a proper blowjob ✔️

Now to eventually get the quartermaster to destroy his ass with the 7.5" monster, check on that later...

[clangenrising]

Month 12 - Leafbare

Sagetooth’s ear twitched irritably as she listened to Smokyrose’s proposal. “This is nonsense!” she huffed. “You want to try and make peace with these rogues?! You’d sooner teach a fox to fly!” Smokyrose tried to hide her scowl, focusing her attention back on Goldenstar. 

“I think we have to try,” she said. “And we ought to try as soon as possible. If we can put an end to the fighting before anyone else gets hurt, we should do that, right?” 

“I see what you’re saying,” Goldenstar said and Sagetooth waited eagerly for the ‘but’, “but these city cats don’t seem interested in any outcome besides getting what they want. I’m not sure there is a peaceful solution.” 

Smokyrose frowned and said, “We should do our due diligence. If we don’t, the ‘what ifs’ will weigh on our minds for the rest of our lives.” 

“Maybe for you,” Sagetooth growled, lashing her tail. “I will sleep soundly knowing we refused to negotiate with these barbarians.” 

“That kind of talk isn’t helpful,” Smokyrose pouted. “We need to empathize with our enemy, not demonize them.” Some things never changed. Smokyrose was still as self righteous as ever and accustomed to using her pretty face to win arguments. It made Sagetooth simmer with rage.

“I beg to differ,” she retorted. “There’s a reason the Code expects us to refrain from making friendships within other Clans. Too much empathy loses battles.” 

Goldenstar chirped to get the two older cats’ attention then sighed. “Look. I would love to be able to agree with you Smokyrose but I’m worried about your safety. Maybe we can find a compromise, yes?” 

“I’m listening,” Smokyrose smiled and Sagetooth rolled her eyes.

“It’s been a while since we actually ran into any rogues,” Goldenstar said. “Next time we do, we’ll ask them for a meeting and then we’ll arrange a time and location that I can feel confident you’ll be safe in. How does that sound?” 

“I guess…” said Smokyrose. Sagetooth huffed.

Goldenstar looked at her and asked, “Sagetooth, do you have any objections?” 

“No, I suppose not,” said the old healer. Aside from the fact that this clearly won’t work. She was just going to have to let Goldenstar learn the hard way. 

“Good,” Goldenstar sighed tiredly. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” Sagetooth and Smokyrose both frowned and shifted their weight but they didn’t protest. 

Neither of us are happy, Sagetooth thought sarcastically, the sign of a perfect compromise. 

“Thank you for hearing me out,” Smokyrose nodded, standing. 

“Always,” said Goldenstar, smiling despite her weariness. Sagetooth frowned deeper. The war seemed to be taking a heavy toll on the young cat and she didn’t like it. 

“Did you want me to bring you those sleeping herbs like we discussed?” she asked, knowing Goldenstar had been against them from the start. 

“I guess…” Goldenstar shrugged. “I… trust your judgment.” 

“Good,” Sagetooth said, standing as well. “Trust me, a night of deep sleep will do you some good.” She headed for the exit to the leader’s den but nearly collided with Smokyrose in the tunnel. She bristled, baring her teeth, and Smokyrose pulled back to let her go first. With a satisfied ‘humph’, she hobbled out of the den and back into her own. By the time she got there, a rant was starting to spill from her lips. 

“She’s got no sense,” she grumbled, “She wants to talk with them? Hah! That will go well. I’m sure everyone will toss a moss ball around and share tongues too!” 

Movement drew her attention and she snapped her gaze up to glare at the perpetrator. Sitting side by side, Aldertail and Oddstripe were refreshing the sick beds. Aldertail had fallen over, tail tucked and ears pressed back, as if instinctively apologizing for being in her way. Oddstripe winced sympathetically and smiled at Sagetooth.

“Evening, Sagetooth,” he said. “Everything alright?” 

“It’s Smokyrose,” she grouched, disregarding them as she stomped back to the herb stores. “She’s insisting we try to ‘make peace’ with the rogues. Ridiculous! She seems to think every problem can be solved if you talk about your feelings enough.” 

“Well, that is her job, isn’t it?” Oddstripe offered with a bashful laugh. “You know, as a mediator.” 

“Pah!” Sagetooth lashed her tail to toss the remark away. “Mediators! We went plenty of generations without them just fine!” She scowled in focus. She had to portion out the herbs without making a mess and her temper was not making it any easier for her achy paws to manage.

“Oh, really?” Oddstripe asked. “I just assumed mediators had been around as long as every other position.”

“Nope,” Sagetooth said. “Time was, we knew how to settle our disputes like warriors. These days all anyone wants to do is talk.” Finally, she managed to fold Goldenstar’s herbs into a little leaf for easy carrying.

“Isn’t that better?” he ventured carefully. “I mean- don’t less cats get hurt?” 

Sagetooth scoffed and turned around, the bundle of herbs in her teeth. “Youngins!” she hissed. “Too afraid of pain.” Her eyes briefly landed on Aldertail and the warrior impulsively went to lick at her paws. Sagetooth’s tail lashed again. 

“Stop that!” she ordered. 

“Sorry!” Aldertail squeaked, slamming her paw back down. 

“Stars, girl!” Sagetooth groaned, “I ought to put garlic on your legs!” 

“I-it’s alright,” Oddstripe tried, laying his tail around Aldertail’s shoulders. “She just wants you to be kind to yourself.” Sagetooth’s fur prickled. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she spat. “We’re not doing her any service by coddling her. She’s a full grown cat, she should be able to take control of herself and stop tearing up her own skin any time someone looks at her sideways!” 

“I’m sorry,” Aldertail said again. “I’ll stop, I promise!” 

“You’d better,” Sagetooth growled. 

Oddstripe’s big ears turned backwards. “Sagetooth! She can’t help it!” 

“Excuses, excuses,” scoffed Sagetooth. 

Deep down, she knew she was being harsh. As much as she disliked it, Aldertail’s condition wasn’t something she had too much control over, but Sagetooth was angry and her hips hurt and it seemed like everyone had forgotten what it really meant to be a warrior and she wasn’t in the mood to keep her thoughts to herself! She also wasn’t in the mood to put up with Oddstripe’s bleeding heart at the moment and she stalked out of the den, tail arched at the base as it lashed side to side. 

“It’s okay, Oddstripe, really,” she heard Aldertail say as she left. “I know I should be better about it.” 

“Oh, you’re fine,” Oddstripe said firmly. “Why don’t you finish these nests? I’m going to have a word with Sagetooth real quick.” 

Sagetooth growled, low and long, as the sound of pawsteps quickly caught up to her. The sun was starting to set, casting the camp in a soft purple. On any other day it would have been beautiful but, today, for some reason, it was very annoying.

“Sagetooth!” Oddstripe hissed, easily keeping stride with her. “That was entirely inappropriate! I- I know you have your own way of doing things, but I-” 

“You what?” Sagetooth stopped to glare at him and his stupid, giant bat ears. 

“I-” Oddstripe recoiled under her gaze. She huffed in satisfaction which only made him more upset. “I won’t let you talk to her like that.” 

“Oh, really?” she growled, setting down the herbs. “What will you do to stop me?” 

Oddstripe squirmed but kept that annoyingly determined look on his face. “I- I don’t-” 

“Sagetooth!” a voice called out from the eastern hill. Sighing, she turned to face the patrol returning to camp with a grimace. 

“What now?” she said before she saw them and all thoughts seemed to fly from her head. 

Pantherhaze was in the lead, with Yarrowshade, Barleypaw, and Stormwhisper in tow. Each of them carried a kit about four weeks old in their jaws. Sagetooth’s eyes snapped onto Stormwhisper and he immediately wilted under her gaze. 

“There you are!” she shouted. “Where in the Dark Forest have you been?!” She stormed towards them, the herbs and her argument with Oddstripe completely forgotten. Cats started emerging from their dens to see what was going on.

Stormwhisper set the kitten down between his paws and said, “StarClan led me out past the territories where I found a pregnant queen. I helped her deliver the kits and she asked me to take them back to be raised in EarthClan so I did. I’m still not sure why StarClan set me on this path, but I assume the kits must be important somehow.” Sagetooth narrowed her eyes. His response seemed rehearsed to her and far too vague for her liking.

As he spoke, the others set the kits they were carrying next to the first and one of them, a little white and ginger tom, started to squeal hungrily. The others joined in, becoming a pitiful, sickly sounding chorus. 

“Oh, the poor things!” Oddstripe said, moving over to inspect the kittens. “They’re half starved!” 

“I’ve been trying to feed them,” Stormwhisper said, “but it’s been hard since they’re still getting the hang of food.” 

Sagetooth was still glaring. “They’re not even weaned yet and their mother sent them away with you?” 

Stormwhisper frowned and shifted his weight uneasily. “Yeah. I tried to convince her to come with me but she wanted nothing to do with them. B-besides, I figured I’d been gone long enough already-”

“You sure have!” Sagetooth hissed, tail bristling. “Oddstripe and I have been covering for your absence! There’s a war on! And you just went off for three moons, completely neglecting your duties and oaths?!” 

“A war?!” Stormwhisper reeled. “Between whom?” 

“Everyone and a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues,” Sagetooth snapped. “You’d know that if you’d stuck around.”

“Easy, Sagetooth,” Yarrowshade said, stepping forward a little. 

“He said StarClan was guiding him,” Pantherhaze added, eyes wide. “Maybe these kits are going to save the Clans some day!” 

Oddstripe whispered, “Barleypaw, would you grab me some drinking water and a bird of some kind?” Barleypaw nodded and bounded off towards the nearest stream.

“I’ll go grab the ones we cached earlier,” Yarrowshade offered.

“Thank you,” Oddstripe purred. “Stormwhisper, why don’t you help me get them to the healers’ den?” Sagetooth’s jaw hurt from the ferocity with which she was clenching it. It seemed no one there cared at all about Stormwhisper’s transgressions. She wished that she could set him on fire with her glare alone. She couldn’t, of course, and he eventually broke her gaze to smile at Oddstripe.

“Of course,” he said. Stooping down, he started nosing the kits towards the healers’ den and said, “Come on, little ones. Food is this way.” Sagetooth watched the fondness on his face, the way he gently picked up the smallest one and helped him along, and her expression darkened. The kits were skinny and weak, that much was clear, but if their mother had abandoned them at birth they would have died within the week. The situation wasn’t adding up right and it didn’t sit well with her.

That night, she watched from the back of the den as Oddstripe and Stormwhisper fawned over the kittens and tried to help them eat. They laughed together. Oddstripe shared stories about their own litter. Stormwhisper shared his names for the litter. 

They were all toms. The biggest and strongest of them, the ginger and white one, he named Bluffkit. The blue tabby he named Finchkit. The little grey-brown one with the white tail he named Erminekit. The white and grey speckled one he called Rainkit.

“You know,” he admitted to Oddstripe after he’d said it, “I always wanted a kit named Rainkit.” Sagetooth’s eyes narrowed. 

“Really?” Oddstripe purred. 

“Yeah,” said Stormwhisper. “You know, Stormwhisper. Rainkit. I thought it was cute.” 

“Oh, it is!” Oddstripe said, waving a paw around for the kittens to bat at. “I’m glad you were able to use the name, even if the kits aren’t yours.” 

“Yeah,” Stormwhisper said, falling quiet, a strange smile on his face. 

That was enough for Sagetooth. She didn’t know why or how but she was certain these kits were Stormwhisper’s. It made her sick. Still, it wasn’t a surprise. Stormwhisper had never been very committed to his duties as a healer, especially not the spiritual ones. As she saw it, a part of him had remained stuck in his time as a warrior and no amount of lectures ever seemed to get him to behave. And now he had used StarClan as an excuse to cover for his blasphemous actions. What a disgrace. What a betrayal.

“StarClan are the ones who betrayed us, Sagetooth. Wake up already.” Redleaf’s words reared their ugly heads, as they often did at the most inopportune times. Sagetooth shook her head. At least she had managed to keep Stormwhisper away from-

Her eyes widened in shock and her entire pelt bristled with unease. 

No… Surely not.

She studied the kits as they settled down against Stormwhisper’s belly to sleep. A ginger kitten was a guarantee that their mother was a tortoiseshell. The more she looked, the more she saw her old apprentice in their features, in the shapes of their faces or the pattern of their stripes.

She shook her head again, shutting her eyes. She was imagining things. There was no way to find such a strong resemblance, not when they were this young, not when they were all toms. Still, the fear lingered with her. She wondered what had become of Redleaf. What reason would she have had to stay so close to the Clan? How would Stormwhisper have even known?

Sighing, she settled herself down for sleep. She had more important things to worry about. That didn’t stop her from worrying about this for at least another hour before she fell into a fitful sleep.

UPDATES: - Stormwhisper returns from his mysterious absence with four kits, Bluffkit, Finchkit, Erminekit, and Rainkit. They stay the night in RisingClan before returning to EarthClan.

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane​

After seeing that chinchilla Desmond ask, it reminded me of my first impression upon encountering the ferox in Ark survival evolved, Genesis part 1. I know it has a cat/fox like face and kind of red panda tail and monkey-ish body but, my first experience with it was in game, as I hadn’t watched the trailer. And I thought it was a mutated chinchilla…

Saying that! A Ferox! Desmond au would be amazing. He’s small and cute, doing cute little hops to beg for treats, and then he’s a 7 foot tall wolf-gorilla thing capable of tearing your head off your body…

I just have a picture of guards angrily breaking into an ancestor’s house (like the Auditore villa at the start of AC2) and finding this cute…thing just sitting on the other side of the door, wagging it’s tail, and then they watch in horror as it suddenly grows, up and up, and up.

And then there’s nothing but screams…

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Additions by teecup

For those unfamiliar with what a Ferox look like, here you go:

Desmond would probably spend quite a lot of time trying to get used to his new body, especially his newly acquired four arms so he’d be a bit of a klutz too. And he’d be super surprised when he first transforms into his other form but also ‘hell yeah!’.

Desmond would just be a fluffy sweet bunny? Fox? Cat? No one knows (and Leonardo is trying to understand what he is) but that doesn’t really matter since Desmond is more or less docile and just likes to eat and cuddle. Not being liked by him would make a person a social pariah XD

So we have an idea of how Desmond could screw up AC2 (also, he can totally protect Monteriggioni by going on a rampage on the papacy army, although this might start a rumor of Monteriggioni having a demon as an attack dog) and Desmond could easily thwart Charles Lee’s plan to burn down Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village by going ham on them either while staying with Kaniehtí:io that day or by transforming and ‘taking care’ of the soldiers before Charles Lee could even hurt Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Now, the most common setup would be for Desmond to be Altaïr’s pet but may I suggest an alternative: Desmond as baby Sef’s pet? Sef found him while he and Darim are playing (maybe they were even able to sneak out of Masyaf) and he brought him back because Desmond doesn’t recognize Sef but he looks a lot like Altaïr so he just makes soft purring sounds as he put all his arms in the air in the universal gesture of ‘pick me up’ and Sef does. 

His transformation is kept a secret and Altaïr thinks Desmond might have mutated with the use of a POE. He’s still more or less Sef’s pet even though Desmond likes to follow Altaïr around when Sef isn’t in Masyaf. 

So when Swami tried to assassinate Sef in his sleep, Desmond is curled on top of Sef’s chest and he jumped down, staring at Swami. 

Swami’s eyes widened as Desmond transformed right in front of him and he let out a scream that gets drowned by Desmond’s roar.

Sef immediately wakes up to see Desmond pinning Swami against the floor and Sef knew that something fishy is certainly going on. Even though Swami is babbling that it was his father who ordered for his death, Sef doesn’t believe him.

First of all: His father wouldn’t order for this death. Of all the things Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad might and might not be, his love for his family will never be questioned.

Second of all: Even if Altaïr wanted him dead, he wouldn’t pick someone like Swami to kill him, that’s insulting. (At this point, both Swami and Desmond just stare at Sef because, yeah, he might be nicer and sweeter than his father but the Ibn-La'Ahad arrogance seems to be hereditary).

“Third of all…” Sef looked at Desmond and grinned, “Shall we get some exercise, Desmond?”

Desmond roared his agreement and…

That day, the conspiracy against Altaïr’s family and allies was thwarted by a large monster. Many of Abbas’ supposed allies squealed like pigs and admitted everything while being pinned down by said monster.

Malik drowned in paperwork that day.

[dark-pink-fantasy]

twstpasta reblogs

general

s/o gets injured

tailor!s/o

gymnast!s/o

lead singer s/o of a rock band

male!s/o that works as a tailor

meeting to great 7

vil's snarky s/o

s/o is popular on magicam

reacting to fem!s/o in their wedding dress

vil schoenheit!

candid photos

dense!mc

angel!mc

demon!s/o

magic mirror

bartender!s/o

reader knows how to knit

s/o who gets scared easily

insecure male!s/o

fustrated and insecure s/o

s/o singing toxic love

mc having a mental breakdown

s/o who is very affectionate

gardening with his s/o

easily scared! s/o in a haunted house

affectionate s/o receiving love for the first time

accidentally poisoned with fem!reader

how's the fairest one of all doing?

s/o who falls asleep on his shoulder at a movie

vil putting makeup on s/o

model male!s/o with a resting bitchface

with an mc that is mac's favorite personality type

fem!mc that carries around a stuffed animal

pocky kiss

tinkerbell-sized pixie!s/o

s/o that always apologizes

s/o getting injured in a fight with bullies

s/o who's good at making pasta and writing

mc having a mental breakdown

s/o gets injured

innocent male!s/o fighting

quiet!s/o sneaks up on him

pregnancy test mistakes

s/o who embroiders

fem!punk!s/o

vil + ❄ + romantic

vil + 🐾 + romantic

vil + “gah you're so pretty, can i get a kiss?"

s/o who has freakishly long hair

s/o has a mental breakdown

cuddling

nsfw s/o who does know transformation magic

nsfw potent aphrodisiac

nsfw first time with an insecure fem!s/o

nsfw jealousy hcs

rook hunt!

rook hunt as a single dad

post-apocalyptic!mc

s/o that's a fennec fox

oblivious!s/o

s/o who embroiders

pas de deux

innocent male!s/o fighting

sleepless nights with m!s/o

spontaneous musical songs

s/o has a mental breakdown

mc asks them what would they do when mc dies

jade and rook forcing their overworked crush to take a break

reader leasing an arrow his way with a love note

crushing on an oblivious bear beastman

🌾 + rook & romantic

nsfw jealousy hcs

epel felmer

comforting you after a fake confession

favorite way to show affection

fem!s/o in a cheerleading outfit

patissier!s/o

winged!s/o

kabedon

roller skating! s/o

cheerful, crybaby!s/o

childhood friend s/o

mc wants to be a princess

s/o dancing subtly sensually

affectionate!s/o

trying to impress a fem!mc

struggling to confess to you

mc telling them they're dating floyd

being kissed for the first time

epel saying fuck

true love's kiss

confessing to fem!reader

quiet!s/o sneaks up on him!

mc manipulating aura

mermaid!epel

[writing-fanics]

•vampires and werewolves•

Hunter x Fem!Reader

[warning: tooth aching fluff: twilight headcannon]

[Y/n]’s eyes were glued to the teen romance drama, in her hand. She hadn’t been able to put the book down in days ever since she picked it up. The story seemed far too intriguing for her to pass it up.

Her eyes were so glued to the book in fact, that she wasn’t listening to her friends talking about trying to find a way back. Her eyes glued onto the page she was reading.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?!”

“vampires have sparkly skin!” she shouted, as if being snapped back too reality. Her chair tilted back causing her to fall backwards. The book falling out of her hands and landing on her face.

Amity sighed, “Are you even paying attention?” She asked, looking at her and [Y/n] who chuckled nervously scratching the back of her neck. “You’ve been reading this book all week,” She said, and [Y/n] stood up and fixed the chair to sit up right.

“Because it’s so good!” [Y/n] said, holding up the book revealing the campy cover. Of a girl with a shirtless vampire and a shirtless werewolf beside her.

“A book about a love triangle between a vampire and a werewolf, fighting over the same girl named Becca.” She says, giddily holding the book.

Amity looks at her arms across her chest and [Y/n] takes the hint, she knew getting home was important to everyone. she didn’t know how to handle with the guilt of leaving everyone she knew and loved behind, and so used this book in her hands as an escape from the guilt.

She frowned, closing the book and sitting down in her chair. Her palisman, a fox, jumped onto her shoulder and nuzzled its head into the crook of her neck. She smiled, raising her finger to gently pet him.

and listened to whatever her friends were saying, about trying to try and find a way back to the demon realm to save everybody.

[ two hours later ]

[Y/n] laid on her stomach in the front yard, reading the book. She was completely enamored with the book and the love triangle in it despite the fact both guys were absolute creeps.

She secretly shipped the two guys together and her headcannon, was that Becca would confess her love for the vampire. him reject her and confess his love for the werewolf they’d then confess their undying love together and run off into the sunset. Like in some of the telenovela, Camila watches.

“She really needs to get a lock on her window,” She mumbled, reading about how Edward had appeared in Becca’s bedroom through the window for like what the hundredth or she lost count.

“Um, hey Y/n.” A voice said, and she looked up and realized it was, Hunter. Her eyes widened, and cheeks turned red slightly and she immediately looked back down at her book.

“A-ah, um hey Hunter,” she stammered slightly, hoping he’d eventually go away her heart was racing pounding against her chest. She said, turning to the next page of the book.

He noticed, how close she was to the last page of the book. “Almost done already?” He asked, and she continued reading and turned towards the next page.

“Yep, it’s pretty good.” She said, smiling, her eyes fixated on the book. A nervous smile on her face.

‘Please don’t sit down please don’t sit down!’

Her mind said over and over, and Hunter sat down right next to her, and her heart started pounding even faster against her chest.

“Luz, told me that they made movies based off the books?” He said, and her eyes lit up lifting her head from the book. She got onto her knees and shuffled towards him, and didn’t realize she grabbed onto his hand.

“How many did they make?! Did she say if they were any good? Does the vampire and the werewolf run off together like they do in my headcannon?!” She asked, both her and Hunter’s face were beet red realizing how close they were to each other.

she looked down nervously realizing that she was holding his hand. she immediately let go and turned away embarrassed, “sorry,” she mumbled.

“Ah, seeing that your almost done with the book.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “Luz, actually is planning a movie night and we’re watching the first Sunlight movie.” He said, and she looked towards him.

She smiled excitedly and then immediately hid it behind the book, covering her face. “Ah, yeah I’ll totally be there, the wolf and vampire better run off together.” She said, and Hunter chuckled softly and her cheeks turned beet red.

[ after the movie ]

“What?!” [Y/n] howled, looking down defeated looking at the dvd of the movie. She turned her head toward Luz tears of sadness rolling down her cheeks, “So the vampire and werewolf don’t run off together?” She asked, and Luz shook her head.

“No!!! Edward and Jacob belong together!” She frowned, Luz then walked over to her, “But who knows maybe they will.” Luz said, sending her a wink and her eyes immediately lit and she picked up the second book, titled, Red Moon.

Throughout the months, that they were stuck in the human realm. [Y/n] finished each book. Until, she reached the final book and once she was done she let out a triumphant yell.

Her headcannon had come true, after all. Edward and Jacob, ran off together after all. The little squeal she let out made, Hunter’s heart skipped a beat she was so cute. Dancing on her tippy toes as she giddily jumped around his cheeks immediately turned red.

Camila, had showed Hunter how to work the sewing machine in the basement. He made himself a shirt with werewolves on it. Once he looked at his finished work, he decided he wanted to make one for Y/n, based off of Sunlight series. So he sewed pictures of the werewolf and vampire onto a new shirt.

The finished work wasn’t perfect but it was something, [Y/n] liked and hoped she’d appreciate it.

[Y/N] cheeks turned red seeing, Hunter holding a shirt he made for her. Her eyes widened seeing the vampire looking guy and the werewolf on the shirt. Her heart immediately skipped a beat, pursing her lips she gripped onto the door.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, and for a moment she thought it was going to jump out. “I-I ah it’s I ah don’t want it!” She shouted, denying her feelings for him and immediately closing the door.

Hunter frowned, standing outside the door. all that work for nothing she didn’t want the shirt. all that sewing for nothing, at least he got a cool shirt out of it. just as he was about to turn away and leave.

“It’s lovely, thank you.” She said, quickly snatching the shirt out of his hands and closing the door. Her heart once again pounding against her chest. Her back against the door as she tried to slow down her breathing.

Her entire face bright red as she held onto the shirt. Looking down at it her seeing the exposed stitching, and as well the messy work. Yet, it was still beautiful he put in all that work just to make her a shirt based off of something that she loved. she wrapped her arms around the shirt hugging it happily, she’d cherish it for the rest of her life.

she couldn’t believe what she was about to do. she opened the door once again, Hunter still standing there not even a second had passed. She pursed her lips taking in a deep breath, and quickly kissed him on the lips before pulling back and closing the door.

Her back once again pressed against the door, her mind racing not believing what she’d just did. Her heart pounding against her chest as if she’s just run a marathon.

Hunter stood outside frozen in place, slowly his cheeks as well tips of his ears turned bright red. a small smile appeared on his lips, and he fell backwards falling onto the ground having fainted.

[a/n: how was my first fanfic for Hunter also request for him are open]

[foxufortunes]

WIP Wednesday

It's WIP Wednesday, so I figured I'd through something out. A lil bit from a piece that's currently under the title It's Tears, It's Rain, but who knows by the time I finish. Of course, it's Andreil, it's an au and Andrew is ambiguously magic or maybe just weird, who knows? Certainly not the Foxes.

“They say you’re a witch,” Neil says.

Andrew doesn’t look at him. He doesn’t look away from the horizon for a moment, called to by something unseen, just beyond the point where the sea meets the sky. The sea laps around his bare feet and soaks the bottom of his slacks. It sucks the sand from beneath his feet with every wave as if it could beckon him out into the deep by simply removing solid ground from under him. Yet, Andrew is entirely unbothered by the unstable footing or the chilly bite of the October beach.

“They say a lot of things,” Andrew says at last.

The breeze from the sea ruffles his golden hair and kisses his cheeks a soft red. It’s cold and sharp to Neil, but Andrew leans into it, comforted and caressed by the love nature gives him. 

Andrew is right, of course. Everyone has an opinion on Andrew and his nature, from a witch to simply strange to possessed by demons, although Neil isn’t sure how that last one is different from the first. Neil doesn’t know much about magic and witches or demons and religion for that matter. All he really, truly knows is that Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard, and does it really matter what the busybodies and gossips say? Andrew certainly doesn’t seem to care. 

Still, Neil asks, “are you?”

Finally, Andrew turns his gaze from the horizon and the setting sun. His eyes slide over to Neil and his head follows. Neil gazes back. The shadows across Andrew’s face are sharp and dark, but the golden eyes glow like the dying embers of a pyre. What Andrew sees when he looks at him, Neil couldn’t say, but something about his stare is piercing. If Andrew said he could read every one of Neil’s lies and could read his secrets on his face, Neil might believe him.

Instead of calling Neil out on his half truths and lies though, Andrew puts his boots on the sand a little further up the beach then returns to the sea. He doesn’t stop when it’s simply washing around his ankles, either. Like the madman so many people claim he is, Andrew walks out into the surf and breakers. Neil almost wonders if Andrew intends to stop or if he’ll keep walking to the horizon and whatever calls to him. He does stop, but only when the cold sea reaches his mid-thighs. 

When Andrew turns back to Neil and the beach, the slick spine of a predator breaks the surface of the water behind him. The setting sun dyes the sea red and black around him, a slick of blood and midnight spreading seeping into the waves. In the shadows of his cold face, Neil thinks he sees the smallest hint of a smile.

“What do you think, butcher boy?”