#and... it's the same blood shape from Deal with a Devil

[shanastoryteller]

SHANA HAVE YOU SEEN ARCANE? IF NOT GO DO THAT AND JOIN ME IN MY INSANITY WITH JAYVIK. Otherwise its dealers choice and some happy valentines chocolates for you 💕💋

Castiel has gone rogue, has torn down the wall keeping the cage at bay, and Dean is going to have to face him alone if Sam can’t figure out how to get out of his own head.

Absorbing the memories of what he’d done when he’d been soulless had hurt. To know that any version of him was capable of that kind of callousness, of the kind of ruthless efficiency he’d always turned up his nose at, was a blow.

But absorbing the memories of the cage may very well kill him. Everyone seems to expect it to, if it doesn’t drive him outright insane. It’s likely the most he can hope for is that it leaves him cationic, that he stays in this safe little place in his mind that Lucifer can’t touch and leave the rest of the world to rot. He already destroyed himself to save it once, why should he have to go through that again?

For the same reason he did it the first time.

The world still has Dean in it. He can’t leave his brother to suffer if there’s anything he can do about it.

When he finds across the version of himself that knows the cage, he has to clamp down on the urge to tremble. He’s standing there, half hidden in shadow, leaning against the wall like he can’t hold up his own weight.

He’s covered head to toe in blood.

“Hey,” he says then swallows. Soulless had been aggressive, had been angry, hadn’t hesitated to engage with him. Cage seems like he can barely keep breathing.

It’ll make him easy to kill, easy to reintegrate, but he doesn’t know what that will leave him as when he’s done.

Just killing the guy after everything he’s been though doesn’t seem right. He licks his lips. “Look, I don’t know how aware you are of everything that’s going on, but I – we – I mean.” He swallows. “Dean’s in trouble and I can’t help him without remembering. Everything. And I know I’m not strong enough to deal with everything you’ve delt with-”

“Why do you say that?”

Sam startled. Cage’s voice is raspy, but not weak. There’s no fear, no tears, just simple curiosity. “I – what?”

“Why do you say that?” Cage repeats.

“I,” he thinks back on Soulless’s memories, of how he’d been on board with getting his soul back up until he’d found out what it would do to him, of how they’d described the tattered remains of who he used to be. “They said it would destroy me. You don’t – you don’t look to be in great shape.”

Cage shrugs. “People have always underestimated us, Sam. You know that. They didn’t think we’d be able to take control of Lucifer and we did that.”

“What?” he laughs incredulously. “It was just a hunky dory time in there with Lucifer? You look like shit.”

“And you think Lucifer did this to us?” Cage smiles, Sam can see the white of his teeth against his blood covered face. It should be disturbing, a sign of a cracked mind, a cracked soul, but it just looks like a normal smile. “You know us. You know us better than I do at this point. When have we ever stopped fighting?”

“We fought the devil,” he says flatly. “In the cage.”

“Do you know what powers angel’s grace? Demon’s abilities?” he asks.

Sam shakes his head.

“Human souls,” he says. “It’s the greatest source of power on any of the three planes. And if you know Enochian, you can harness that same power. It took a while, but eventually we learned.” He tilts his head to the side. “I won’t lie, Sam. Lucifer put us through things that no person should experience, a type of hell that broke us more than once. But we were in that cage a long, long time. Souls heal. Grace disconnected from heaven just runs out. I’m thankful to be out, but given a few more centuries, well. Lucifer wouldn’t just be in the cage. He’d be gone.”

Sam doesn’t understand, doesn’t believe it. “So you used your own soul to fight the devil? With the angel’s language? That’s–”

“What did we have to lose?” Cage interrupts. “Michael and Lucifer distracted each other occasionally, and Michael keeps Adam unaware. All we had was fighting and surviving. If we could kill Lucifer for good, what did it matter what state it left our soul in?”

“Then why hide?” he challenges. “Death and Castiel put you away. Why hide even now? If it’s not that bad, why let yourself be walled away?”

“It is that bad,” Cage says softly. “You’re just that strong.”

Sam swallows.

He used to believe that about himself.

“I’ve spent centuries in the cage,” he says. “Some days I barely remember life on Earth. I’ve changed. I had no reason not to.” He looks away for the first time. “I did it for Dean. I never forgot that. And Dean got me out, he saved me, but,” he meets Sam’s eyes. “I remember what it was like to have Dean look at me like he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to go through that again. You, he knew. You, he recognized. I thought it was better. You didn’t need the person you became in the cage once we were out of it and I wanted,” he cuts himself off again.

It's okay.

Sam knows.

“You wanted to be someone Dean would be willing to sell his soul for,” Sam says.

He’d never wanted what Dean did, but he’s always felt crushed under the weight of being worthy of it, of the loss and fear when he felt he wasn’t. It’s such a fucked up metric to measure love against, if someone would be willing to go to hell for you, but Dean’s the one who set it. He’s just following suit.

He’d do anything for Dean.

“Dean needs our help,” Sam says. “Castiel-”

“I know,” Cage says. “Even a juiced up Cas isn’t Lucifer. We’ll be able to take care of him. You need to know what I know and there’s no way to teach you Enochian without everything you had to go through to learn it. I’m sorry.”

“We’ve got a year of fresh memories,” he says. “A year of our life on earth front and center. It’ll help. They won’t feel so far away from us after.”

Dean will still love them after.

“You hope,” Cage scoffs.

Sam smiles and lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. “Yeah. It’s all we’ve ever had, right?”

Cage smiles again, pushing off the wall to stumble forward. Sam catches him when his knees buckle, looking into his own face, his own eyes. They are different. But not unfamiliar.

Souls heal. Whatever Lucifer did to him, whatever he did to himself in there, it’s not irreversible. There’s a difference between scarred and bleeding.

“You’re going to be okay,” Cage says, offering him a knife that Sam hadn’t even noticed him carrying. “You can do this.”

Sam swallows, giving a nod before taking the hilt and plunging it into Cage’s chest. He holds him through it, hearing the wet gasp against his hear. “Yes,” he says softly. “We can.”

When he opens his eyes in the panic room, all versions of him settled into one, into just Sam, he doesn’t waste time mourning the people he used to be.

Dean needs him.

[alastorss]

—ꕥ FOREVERMORE (MLIST)

warnings: literal and metaphorical cannibalism, non-sexual biting, alastor is a whole walking warning, canon-typical violence, co-dependency, probably slightly toxic relationship? possibly more to be added in the future

syn. If you took a peek into Alastor's heart, you might expect to find some select choices of rye from the speakeasies he danced at in his youth. Or perhaps you would see the endless bog of contracts for every soul he owned.

But here's what you would really see if you looked into Alastor's heart: you, with your jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut so tight that your brows are furrowed. Blood—lots of blood—spilling from your skin like liquid gold.

He's no monster in your eyes. He's just the devil. A beautiful, charming demon who you signed your soul away to. And he would know your love forevermore.

—ꕥ ACTS

i. to devour

Poor little lamb, so sweet and trusting. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought you waltzed right into this shop knowing that the butcher wanted to flay you open.

ii. to love

iii. to change

iv. to become

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I in no way own these characters. They are property of Vivziepop and Hazbin Hotel. This story is not canon compliant but does roughly follow the same plotpoints as the main series. Written before season 2 release. Updates will be slow (❗️) but I'll do my best!

[beevean]

Unpopular opinion (maybe): Ultra-violence, strong language (even f-bombs), non-demonic, dead-serious human villains representing mankind's worst and heavy, sensitive themes (just not super political commentary stuff) have a place in Castlevania, as long as the former two are used in moderation and the latter two are tactfully written.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Assuming you are drawing a comparison between games and show, let's go one by one:

ultra-violence: yes. I redirect you to Beelzebub and the Forgotten One, among others. The games have their fair share of blood, violence and non-cartoony corpses. The show does not pull this off well, in my opinion, because it blows its load way too early in the run, and it desensitizes you. I don't care about the vampire child skull that disturbs Alucard in S2, when I have already seen a gutted human child in all of its messy glory in the first episode. And I mentioned in another post how vampires have a weird penchant of dismemebering humans for edgy spectacle, when by all means they should be feeding on them.

strong language: this is a trope that depends heavily on the execution. The games have light swearing, like a lot of "damn", some "bastard" and one "ass". Could a F-bomb be included? I don't see why not (Soma would so be the type lol). The show, again does it poorly, because swearwords are not used naturally, and most obviously most characters swear in the exact same way. Drunkards, princes, princesses, time travellers, they all sound the same. Dracula and Lisa are the only ones who sound a little more refined. And yeah, that's the other thing: swearwords don't preclude a more refined language, just look at CoD and how it swings from "the vengeance you seek will not be yours, 'twill be mine" to "Bastard! So you're with Isaac!" lol

non-demonic, dead-serious human villains representing mankind's worst: Drolta. Shaft. Graham. Celia. Isaac. Barlowe. Actrise. Devil worshippers ready to commit all sorts of atrocities in Dracula's name, clearly agreeing with the Dark Lord's violent, misanthropic views (Graham and Celia are a slightly different case, but still, the former has delusions of being the new Dark Lord and Celia wants to create the new one, which would bring suffering on earth). Easy. Hell, I'll even throw you the Church forbidding Leon from rescuing Sara, since this has become a hot topic recently - the Church being a shady organization is a thing in the games. What I complain about in the show is that humans get little to no development or sympathy compared to the objectively worse vampires. Vampires are complex and multifaceted and tragic, but humans are just stupid and mean.

heavy, sensitive themes: the games already deal with themes of revenge, family legacy and its weight on your shoulders and how it shapes your identity, and dehumanization. I absolutely believe that the prequels could have gotten deeper into the abuse Hector and Isaac suffered as children and under Dracula. Sure, by all means. As you said, not all themes belong in CV (the colonization theme in Nocturne is... poorly implemented in the setting), and once again, it really depends on the writer's sensitivity and empathy. so you know maybe don't hire a hack rape apologist like ellis :V

I know it's a cheap thing to say, but execution really can salvage or ruin a concept. A more violent, stronger CV product inspired by Berserk can work, for sure. But it has to be handled with care and respect for the core themes of the franchise.

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History of Man | Percy Jackson Retelling

New Parts Most Mondays (NZT)

SUMMARY: Helen Snow has spent ten years at Camp Half-Blood, ignored by the gods and unclaimed. Despite her bitterness, she would never betray them—until she's blamed for a betrayal she never intended. Caught in the web of fate, Helen's life mirrors the tragic story of her namesake, Helen of Troy. With a prophecy hanging over her, she wonders: can she escape the cycle of history, or is she doomed to repeat it? In a world where gods pull the strings and mortals bear the consequences, Helen must choose—fight fate or surrender to it. The men start wars, yet Troy still hates Helen. Can Helen break free from the patterns of the past, or will she be trapped in the same cycle of heartbreak and betrayal that defines the history of man?

Helen's Handbook of People to Help Mr D Remember Them

ACT ONE: LETHAL WOMAN 00. My Brother & I Almost Die in a Car Crash 01. I Should Apparently Not Fear Accidental Incest 02. My Two Best Friends Trick Me Into Making a Deal with the Devil 03. How I (Almost) Met My Mother 04. My Best Friends & I Throw a Rager in the Woods 05. I Get Dragged into Babysitting Two 12-Year-Olds & A 24-Year-Old 06. My Existence Even Confuses a Gorgon 07. I Lose Children in St. Louis & Find My Brother 08. I Call in a Favour From an Ex 09. My First Time in Vegas & I'm Sober 10. Los Angeles, More Like Los Demonios 11. My Mother Finds Me 12. I Watch a Child Almost Die 13. I Get Summoned to Mount Olympus 14. I Watch a Child Almost Die, For a Second Time 15. I Make a Choice (Against My Will)

Glory & Gore | Percy Jackson Universe

Coming Soon

SUMMARY: In the world of Percy Jackson, four demigods are called to save the gods—by collecting powerful relics hidden across the globe. Cordelia Blake, the responsible leader, teams up with her best friend Margot, wine-loving Charlie, and sarcastic Sean. From jungles to deserts, they race against time, battling monsters, curses, and their own issues. With a shape-shifting van and the weight of the prophecy on their shoulders, they’ll discover that glory and gore go hand in hand. They may be demigods, but survival requires more than just divine blood—it takes heart, and a lot of fight.

The Characters

01. Cordelia: The Gods Ruin My Day (And Probably My Life) 02. Margot: So Apparently, We’re Saving the World? Gross. 03. Charlie: We Get a Van, and It Immediately Develops an Attitude 04. Sean: New York is Expensive, So We Steal Everything and Leave 05. Cordelia: Florida: Where the Wildlife is Just as Dangerous as the Gods 06. Margot: A Ghostly Sea Monster Tries to Drown Me, But Jokes on It—I Can’t Swim 07. Charlie: Mexico City Almost Kills Us Before Breakfast (Rude) 08. Sean: Bat Gods, Ancient Curses, and My Declining Will to Live 09. Cordelia: The Jungle is Full of Bugs, Monsters, and Bad Decisions 10. Margot: I Accidentally Make a River God Cry, and It’s Not My Fault (This Time) 11. Charlie The Amazon Has Fire Ants, Angry Spirits, and No Wine 12. Sean: Sweden Has a Very Judgmental Tree, and I Take It Personally 13. Cordelia We Meet a Goat, and It’s Smarter Than All of Us Combined 14. Margot: Greek Ruins? Cool. Fire Traps? Less Cool. 15. Charlie: My First Time in Egypt, and I Already Have a Curse (New Record!) 16. Sean: The Sphinx Does Not Appreciate My Trivia Skills 17. Cordelia: Beijing is Cool, But the Forbidden City is a Bit Too Literal 18. Margot: Japan Has Beautiful Shrines and Water Demons Who Hate Me 19. Charlie: The Van Gets Seasick, and So Do I 20. Sean I Accidentally Gamble with a Volcano Goddess (And Lose) 21. Cordelia: Australia: Where the Spiders, Snakes, and Gods Want Me Dead 22. Margot: We Recruit an Aussie, and He’s Disturbingly Chill About It 23. Charlie: The Hangvan Decides We Deserve to Suffer 24. Sean: The Final Piece is in a Place That Shouldn’t Exist, So Naturally, We Go There 25. Cordelia: The Gods Want a Fight, and I Was Not Given a Weapon or a Choice 26. Margot: I Become the Ocean’s Problem (Again) 27. Charlie: The Hangvan Goes Out in a Blaze of Glory, and I’m Taking Credit for It 28. Sean: A Lost City, an Old God, and the Worst Field Trip Ever 29. Cordelia: Nine Demigods Walk Into a War, and None of Us Are Laughing 30. Margot: Glory, Gore, and Charlie's Stupidest Victory Speech in History

The Prophecy | The Hunger Games

Coming Soon

SUMMARY: Welcome to the 25th Hunger Games! In The Prophecy, the 25th Hunger Games take an unexpected turn when the districts vote for their tributes. Kassandra Caducus, an 18-year-old girl who feels like a lesser woman in a world that keeps throwing bad things her way, is thrown into the arena with the Covey twins, Livia and Icarus Clade. Struggling to survive, she feels like she’s just on her knees begging the world to change her fate. With each betrayal, each loss, she wonders if she’s doomed to play out her life like fools in a fable. But in a world built on broken promises, Kassie starts to question: Who do I have to speak to to change the prophecy?

Meet the Tributes & Mentors

PART ONE: The People Have Spoken 01. The Vote is In, and I Am Unfortunate 02. My Boss Chose Me Over the Girl Who Steals Thread 03. Valeria Panza Has No Faith in Me (Neither Do I) 04. The Capitol Prefers Their Victims Well-Dressed 05. A Stylist’s Job is to Make Me Look Less Doomed 06. I Am Paraded Before the Masses Like a Prize Lamb 07. I Shake Hands With My Executioners 08. The Only Girl Who Likes Me is Watching Me Die 09. The Others Train for Battle, I Watch and Learn 10. I Hold a Knife for the First Time, and It Feels Wrong

PART TWO: A Cage of Our Own Making 11. The Zoo Gates Open, and We Are the Exhibit 12. The First Rule of the Games: Do Not Be Seen 13. A Panther Stalks the Cornucopia, and So Do the Careers 14. The District 12 Tributes Are Unlucky in Every Way 15. A Tiger Watches Me from the Dark—Then Walks Away 16. Hiding is Easy When You’ve Spent Your Life Doing It 17. A Monkey Brings Me Berries, and I Trust Him More Than People 18. The Gamemakers Are Growing Impatient, and So Are the Wolves 19. A Stampede Reminds Us That We Are Not the True Predators Here 20. It Ends the Way It Began—With a Choice

PART THREE: Welcome to Your New Nightmare 21. I Have Won, But I Do Not Feel Like a Victor 22. They Dress Me in Gold and Expect Me to Smile 23. District 8 Calls Me a Survivor. They Mean It as an Insult 24. I Tell the Families I Am Sorry, Though It Means Nothing 25. Venus Hadriana Shows Me How to Live With Blood on My Hands 26. President Snow’s Kindness is a Warning 27. I Am the Capitol’s Latest Creation, and I Must Play My Role 28. A Victor Belongs to the Games Forever 29. The Quarter Quell Was a Test, and We All Failed 30. I Leave the Arena, But It Follows Me Home

[peachymilkandcream]

Kingdom of Ash and Greed|Part 1|King Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I decided to expound more on this request since I liked the AU idea so much. I couldn't be totally done with Levi and Evelyn when they're just so interesting and I'd love to see some more dynamics. As you know this is the Royalty AU that was requested anonymously in November 2023, this first chapter is the oneshot I wrote back then but I wanted to put it here as officially the first chapter of this story. Also it's cut a bit short than in the oneshot since I want to expound on the ending more in chapters to come! I hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

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Years of war and terror finally came to an end, all of Evelyn's teenage years she remembered thinking of the fighting in the East that took so many brave young men from their homes only to be mutilated on the battlefield. Her father, the king, had been drained from it, too old to fight he took pride in his only child, the miracle baby after too many years of infertility. She had watched her father become grey and depressed as the rival king's armies continued to push forward, she had heard rumours that the king was a mighty warrior himself, his bloodlust on the battlefield unmatched. All lived in fear of him, some of her father's advisors were so terrified they begged the king to offer her up in marriage as a plea for mercy. Thankfully he refused, claiming that as long as he had breath his daughter would not be in the hands of such a monster.

Now as the fires raged outside of her castle home Evelyn almost half-wished he had made the deal.

Chaos swarmed the scene below, blood and flames created the awful smell of burning flesh. Evelyn was frozen in fear, looking out that window until her mother grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

"Come quickly dear, we've got to get you out of here before they find you."

"Why Mama? What are they going to do?"

"No telling, that devil king is as ruthless as they come. He could slaughter us all without breaking a sweat-"

Evelyn followed her mother down the twisted and dark secret passageways that she used to explore as a child, how long ago that was, when the days were carefree and easy. Death and bloodshed weren't a part of her thought process, only daydreaming about a prince who would come and marry her.

She snapped back to reality to keep focused on all the turns that her mother led her through, if she didn't have her wits about her she'd get lost in the endless maze. Hope soared as light appeared at the end of the tunnel, they were going to be alright, they would survive this.

Or so she thought until rough hands grabbed her, Evelyn screamed but a hand over her mouth quickly shut her up.

She was dragged towards the castle steps, thrown to the ground like a cheap doll, her chin hitting the stone. Trying to stand only led to being pushed back with a leather boot on her head. Evelyn dared to sneak a peek at her captor, staring into the cold and dead eyes of their rival king. His jet black hair rustled slightly in the wind, his grey eye only slightly different than the blind one. The ugly and crude scar on his face ran from his forehead to chin, a second and smaller one just behind. Who could've had enough skill to wound him that severely was beyond her imagination.

He was covered in blood, his red and black robes practically dipped in it. He sneered at her, taking in her appearance, it felt like he was judging each of her sins.

A few feet away stood her parents, in the same shape she was, held back and terrified, forced to kneel before this monster of a man.

"So Fritz, it seems like we can finally put this bloodbath to an end." He spoke, his voice low and smooth as his gaze shifted from them to her. "I guess your bitch did manage to give you an heir." His sword made her tilt her chin up. "And not a bad looking one at that."

"I'm begging you, do what you will with me, just please don't hurt my daughter. She's still just a child-"

"She looks old enough to me." Levi seems to consider something for a moment before nodding to his guards. "Take her."

They lift Evelyn up, dragging her to a horse, despite her fighting back.

"Please don't I'll give you anything-"

"You should've thought of that before coming against me."

She's set on the front of a horse, Levi saddling behind her, it all happened so fast, what could she do? She was being stripped of everything she knew and held dear in an instant. Fighting was pointless, he would kill her without thought or remorse.

He turned to face her sobbing parents one more time. "Take comfort in the fact I won't kill her, your one and only heir will be nothing more than a breeding bitch in heat, made to warm my bed and have my children. Your grandchildren will sit on my throne one day and rule over the greatest nation known to man. Your legacy will live on, through my blood and seed." He chuckles. "May your days be filled with rot and suffering."

With that he rides off, one hand protectively holding her across the waist, his breath was hot and heavy in her ear, and she couldn't tell whether hardness against her bottom was the saddle or something else.

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 01.05.25

Hello! I hope everyone's transition into the new year is going alright. Mine is going okay, still playing Silent Hill 2 Remastered and adoring it. I've decided to try to slow down a bit on writing & uploads. In short, this means 2-3 oneshots or chapters a month instead of 4.

Coming up in the next weeks are one Joe/Micah fic for Red Dead Redemption, two Jim/Curly (one of which also has Curly & Anya) for Mouthwashing, and a rarepair crossover Vaughan/Alexia smut fic for the movies Crash and Titane. Explicit excerpts after the cut. Lots of dubcon with noncon elements. Consider yourself warned.

Blood Promise (Red Dead Redemption, Joe/Micah, dubious consent, internalized homophobia, obsession, evil caretaking set after the low honor ending of RDR2)

At least the bruises shaped like Morgan's knuckles are gone. Joe had loathed them. No one gets to touch like this Micah but him. No one gets to smear prickly pear oil across the scabs of the knife wounds. No one gets to reach a little higher to find him fully hard.

Gotcha.

"Don't." It's a rasp, barely audible. "Ain't boys no more."

"I know."

"And I ain't queer."

"Of course not," Joe says, frowning deeply, because while this has something to do with boyhood, this has nothing to do with queerness. This is natural, always has been, his hand tightening around Micah's hardness until he ceases to pull away. "I can tell you're frustrated, boss. I could get a whore to come up here, but with the way women babble, the law could come knocking. Just relax."

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I'll Cut Off My Right Hand and Stand in Your Shadow (Mouthwashing, Jimmy/Curly, dubious consent, Jimmy is hiding in a closet and watches Curly's ass get wrecked by a random student and he has a lot of violent feelings about it)

Jimmy's hand moved on its own, wrapping the cloth around him and using it as a sleeve. Silicone or even skin would have been more comfortable, but it was nice, because it was Curly's. Besides, donating a pair of shorts was the least he could've done for making Jimmy endure seeing this shit.

Enduring his perfection, writhing underneath the foreign weight, opening up for it. Enduring their differences, because Jimmy would never let himself get treated like this, taking it, sweat dripping off his muscles. Jimmy wondered how tight his little asshole was, whether or not it was strained around the intrusion, clenching prettily, struggling deftly, so perfect in his ruin, his wreck of a friend.

"Can you lay down on your back?" Swimmer asked, ruining the illusion, also with how he slipped out and started pulling at Curly's thighs. "I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

"Sure," Curly exhaled, ever the pliant partner, swallowing down his noises as Swimmer pulled out, getting on his back.

"Good boy," Jimmy whispered, as if it was him Curly submitted to.  

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Triple Sun part 2 of 3 (Mouthwashing, mostly gen fic with some Jimcurly that deals with the Tulpar Disaster from Curly's POV)

He hoped that he lifted some of Anya's burden, though he probably didn't.

"Did something happen?" she asked him during the day. "Is the pain worse than usual?"

No, he motioned to her and wished he had lips to cover his skeletal grin. 

"She thinks I'm the devil," Jimmy told him at night. "But I'm not, not really. Quite the opposite."

Curly made no response at all except to stare.

Jimmy was so close now, on all fours above Curly on the bed, face inches above his, lips moving. Mumbling to himself. Looking into Curly's eye like he could wrench it open and put himself inside, crawl through him, fill out his body and become who he used to be. 

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Triple Sun part 3 of 3 (same as above)

"I tried not to think about it, but partying wasn't fun anymore," Anya continued. "I was only studying. I still ... went out with some guys, and it was fine. I kind of used it as evidence that everything was fine. Because I wasn't like, afraid of ... you know. Those things. But I kept flunking the entrance exam. Again and again. Every time I just froze. Couldn't think of a single answer. But as soon as I was home, I knew every damn answer easily as nothing. Oh. Sorry for cursing."

"Don't be," Curly croaked, feeling light-headed.

"I filed a police report six years after the incident. They investigated it, but found no suspects. There wasn't much evidence either. Whenever I meet that old friend group who'd been contacted by the police and were doctors by now, they give me these long pitying looks. I ... The experience taught me that if it ever happened again, I'd need to be quicker. But ... I ... It's not been two years this time, but I still waited. It's been a few weeks. But I'm doing it. I'm doing it right now."

Finally, Anya met Curly's eyes, dark like the night screen above them.

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Valve (Crossover between Crash and Titane, Vaughan/Alexia, evil bisexual car fetishists doing it to death, sex on top of a car, sex work, language barrier, consensual but not safe or sane)

"80 kilomètres," Justine screams. "Ça va? Alexia, ça va? 

"Oui, j'ai compris ! Oughhh, tu m'énerves, toi et lui tous les deux..."

"Cute," Vaughan sneers, then pushes his hips up – the way his legs creak from the strain lost in the sounds of the motor and the wind – to make Alexia focus on what he's paying her for. Her attention snaps back to him if the way she snaps her strong hips is an indicator, riding him with intent. The squelches are loud. More motor oil covers his thighs and the creased up folds of his jeans and her tiny fucking shorts. He would've liked to grab her ass, squeeze her like her fishnet stockings did in her online videos, girlish and boyish at the same time. Her cunt is hot and tight, but her gaze is made of ice, which will shatter as they plunge into a grande mort in the upcoming crash.

(Hopefully, I'll see you around! 🖤😎)

[scalproie]

ALSO I have been tagged... last week (I'm so sorry) by @kazamajun for wip wednesday and I finally have smth I'm comfortable sharing so. there we go.

Also I would like to tag... idk who currently has wips. @eldragon-x I think you do. @kazooyah you too (if you want to ofc). Anyone else tell me so I can tag you and also you are tagged anyway.

OK LET'S GO

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The fight was as fast as it was intense.

The King of Hell made the first move, absolute in might as ever, doubtless eager to finish it quickly, but his powerful strike never came into contact with the goddess' body: her palm met his fist halfway and she used his momentum against him, redirecting the blow and gracefully dodging out of the way, before grabbing his arm, dealing him a swift chop to his neck, bringing him to his knee with a well-placed kick, and slamming her elbow to the back of his head. Unrelenting, she then concluded the throw by tossing him overhead.

But as expected, it did nothing to keep Kazuya down for more than a second. A kick to get her away, and he got back up with a dangerous red gleam in his eyes.

She mainly focused on evasion and redirection, turning his strength back on him all while doing her best to avoid his attacks, as it was evident that he had immense destructive power on his side, and knew how to utilize it at his very core.

She could not espace every of his moves however, and the punch that followed an axe-kick of his hurt her more than from anything she ever faced before. It unfortunately wouldn't be the last blow that would breach her defenses.

The first electrically charged attack that hit her thorax had her stopped breathing momentarily, and at one point he got back at her by grabbing her leg and slamming the goddess to the ground.

She did not spend the whole fight evading or trying to, however, her fighting techniques were as refined as his were perfected. To hit her, he would need to reach her first, but she would hit her mark almost everytime, forcing him to block her blows.

He found no luck falling back on his other abilities either: pure white bird-shaped energy crashed into and nullified flying purple laser-shooting crystals more than once. Her light was on par with his demonic electricity, and she had him panting as much as he did her.

It was clear still that neither of them has ever faced such an fierce opponent before.

She knocked him out of his devil form eventually. A single contact of her light was usually all it took to purge all demonic energy of those from below; he, on the other hand, endured the full force of it fifteen times before a light-infused fist send him flying and purple scales dissipated from the King of Hell to reveal a humanoid form much more similar to her own.

That did not made him any weaker, or any less determined.

Eventually, they each dealt each other a killing blow.

True purifying light from her hand obliterated his demonic insides from behind his chest, while highly concentrated infernal electricity fired at point blank from his remaining third eye tore right through her stomach. Neither knew who delivered which first.

Both fell to the ground the same, in opposite directions, across of each other.

Both also knew that they would be dead soon. Well, as temporary as being dead was to a god.

The physical part of the fight ended, but the battle still wasn't over: the winner of this encounter would be decided by which of the two would see the other die first.

Everything was silent in the clearing save for the two gods' ragged breathing.

Already the woods were giving back to She who made them: small orbs of light emerging out of the spring, the trees, the plants and the grass, were making their way over to her, envelopping Jun's wounds in a warm embrace.

She forced her eyes to stay open to see the god on the other side, being reclaimed by the depths of the earth, tendrils of blood creeping up and dragging him down. With his last bout of strength he was clawing at the ground toward her, still glaring at her.

But was he? Jun looked deeper at the red eyes fixated on her before realizing they were in fact looking past her, pleading past her.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. Not again.

She was no longer the enemy he was fighting.

Without knowing why, on pure instinct perhaps, her hand extanded with the intent to reach him: in her exausted state, maybe her eyes no longer saw an adversary to defeat, but someone in need of help.

Her eyes closed on their own before they could meet his lifeless ones.

[mslanna]

Who Has been Sleeping With My Shape?

Chapter 6 of Be My Guest now up at AO3

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times, is Raphael's kink.

The incident doesn't repeat itself for some time. Tav almost thinks they imagined it. But then it happens again the day the second intruder appears. Tav greets him, well-prepared as ever, but the high elf is haughty, above dealing with simple minions.

He insist on seeing Raphael, so Tav complies. He doesn't even see the hit coming that knocks him out cold. Tav drags the unconscious elf through the house by the scruff of his armour, greaves and boots bouncing and banging on the floor the whole way.

Since they have leave to disturb the devil under these very specific circumstances, Tav drags the elf right into the war council. Raphael actually preens, showing off his well-trained human. Despite their annoyance of being reduced to "the mortal" Tav feels a flush of pride. A small wave of pink that definitely shows on their face as Raphael takes the intruder of their hands.

"Well done." Rare praise from his lips and in front of an audience.

Tav tries to shrimp up into themself, embarrassed and unwilling to show the effect of two simple words on the colour of their face. "It is as we agreed," they get out, each word a stumbling stone on their tongue.

"It is indeed." Raphael lifts their chin with a clawed finger. His smile is mesmerising, indulgent and commandeering at the same time. "I knew we would understand each other."

In response, Tav only tries to nod, but their chin is caught on the fiend's finger and not moving. "Do you need me for anything else?" Tav tries to make him look good before the other devils while they fight the pull of his black-hole eyes. They grow deeper, coronas blazing at their words and it feels good to have found the right ones for once.

"Not now, my -" Raphael stops himself. "Not now. You may leave."

Dazed, Tav turns and leaves the room, acutely aware of the many eyes following them. The door falling into its lock behind them is a blessing. Tav takes a deep breath and returns to their room. The set of armour returns to its place in the wardrobe and they fondly run their fingers over the metal that always feels a little too warm to the touch.

Later that day, reading a most gory murder spree for later sharing with Haarlep, Tav feels it again. A soft tingle, the caress of warm air, almost non-existent. They slap at it like at a bug, which doesn't help. Without wine to dull their senses, Tav sits it out, squirming on the chair they fled to from their comfortable nest.

Some patron must have really liked their performance. Tav winces. But neither ignoring the recurring hints of touch work, nor does concentrating on something else. At least this time the end is clear, like a soft kiss to their very core resolving all hidden tensions. Tav buries their face on their arms and can't even cry. This, they chose themself; this, they brought on themself.

They carry on best as they can, but even Raphael notices they are distracted and dismisses them from their literary skirmish sooner than usual. That hurts. Tav enjoys the conversations on the balcony, battling with words over words and none of it of consequence. They pull themself together and leave dejected.

Haarlep offers no explanation and Tav is not keen on divulging which of the attending fiends fond interest in their shape. At least they are safe at the side of the incubus. While they share their gory novels with giggles and bloody jabs, nobody else can demand Haarlep’s services.

"This is not very well researched," Haarlep chuckles. "How much blood does the author think an average human holds?"

Tav lies on their belly, chin propped up on their hands as they read to the incubus. Not a necessity, but fun. They like doing the voices and Haarlep is a grateful audience. As long as they can drag for inaccuracies of which there are many. "At least 15 litres by the descriptions so far." Tav rifles back a few pages.

"Plus a major organ punctured and the blade removed."

"For an extra five litres of blood," Tav nods.

"Alright, go on." Haarlep nudges them. "But be aware that poor Adoralina is dead at least two times over by now."

"Somebody should start a fund for the cleaning crew." Tav runs their finger down the page to pick up the story again.

"Maybe get some spawn on it? I heard you know of a hand bunch?"

Tav giggles into the pages, wagging their feet in the air. When a voice behind them booms, head and legs drop flat.

"What is going on here?" Raphael makes a strategic pause after the first word and comes towards the bed with long strides. "Haarlep?"

On the one hand, Tav is glad to be out of the line of fire for now. On the other hand it burns to be so ignored. They turn to their back and glare at the approaching devil. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you are wasting Haarlep's precious time," the devil snarls. He takes in Tav's figure rolled out over the red sheets, book pressed to their chest.

Under the devil's glare, Tav might as well be naked. They hold the book tighter though it doesn't even cover anything important. Black and gold eyes lie on them heavy enough to force the air from their lungs. Tav swallows, ready to defend themself and Haarlep but the incubus is faster.

"As we are want to. Tav and I share delight in literary exploits. Maybe not on the same level of, ah, learning as you do." They open up their front in a peace offering. Raphael does not take it, though.

"There are patrons waiting," he says and points towards the closed curtains. "Patrons who will leave, unlike our – little house guest."

"Alright, alright." Haarlep rolls over seductively, showing off all assets their body has to offer. "Just mentioning here, that usually Tav gets a whole hour of my attention and we are way under."

If devils could turn red, Raphael just might have. "You will do well to remember your station, incubus."

"Oh, but I do," Haarlep smiles easily s they help Tav off the bed. "At the beck and call of every wish our little mousling may have. And humans have such interesting needs. You leave now, dear. We will continue the physically impossible exsanguination of Adoralina Bellheart at a later time."

"Okay," Tav mumbles. "Sorry."

"Don't fash you little head about the inscrutable problems of fiends. It will only give you a headache."

Tav only winces a little, when Raphael's hand descends between their shoulder blades to lead them away. "I will take better care in the future, I promise."

"You, I will forgive," the devil growls, "but Haarlep knows better. The war has many fiends on edge and there is a very easy way to smooth things with them. What are the needs they alluded to?"

Tav tilts their head but Raphael looks straight ahead. Still his presence is somewhat comforting in a boudoir brimming with fiends – some of them making their own entertainment, none of them wearing anything. "Companionship, I guess? I talk a lot when the day is long and every day here is long."

Raphael drops his hand from their back. "Is that so."

"I am not blaming you, as you said, war." Tav shrugs. "And-"

A devil prowls past without a care in the world, almost tripping into Tav. A protective wing snaps up around them, pushing the wayward fiend aside. Tav moves closer to Raphael. "Thank you." They didn't like the look on the other devil's face one bit and are glad to pass into the corridor.

Raphael doesn't leave them though. "To the library?" he asks, scanning the hall for more rowdy patrons.

"Yes, please." Unthinking Tav slips a hand into his. "They usually leave me alone. Maybe I should remember how heated tempers are next time I hog Haarlep."

"Nobody will dare touch you in my house," Raphael assures Tav. "If anybody oversteps their boundaries, you let me know. Immediately."

Tav nods. "I will. Thank you." They smile at the devil at their side, But Raphael still stares straight ahead. "I will see you later then?"

Raphael snaps out of whatever reverie he was caught up in and looks down at them. "Later, yes, as per usual."

"Great." Tav smiles. "Looking forward to it."

They catch themself just before rising on tiptoe to peck him on the cheek. A most inappropriate urge that only abates when they close the heavy door behind them. That was close. One day they will slip up and that will likely earn them a claw down the face. If Raphael feels lenient.

For days Tav has dropped little signs, like saying they look forward to seeing the devil again and he picked up on none. All he eve does is lay those black eyes on them with the weight of the universe behind the gaze.

With a sigh they sit down to read. But Tav's mind can't settle. Something is nagging at the back of their mind. After reading the same paragraph three times, Tav gives up. Maybe a nap will help. It's not as if there is anything to miss.

As soon s Tav stands the nagging feeling returns with a vengeance. The familiar ghost of a touch is more insistent than ever. Where at first it was but the memory of wind, the touch now hones in, seeps with practised ease under their skin and moves through their body with singular intent. Tav finds themself lurching as the feeling crests inside them.

For a moment they close their eyes to gather themself. Never before has the experience been so intense. They can almost make out fingers in the caress ghosting over their skin. And the feeling lingers, does not retreat as it used to but builds up again. Tav curls both hands around the backrest of the chair and tries to breathe deeply. They give up on the idea of walking anywhere, least of all out in public.

Aeons pass until the touch vanishes with a last deep impression. The lingering longing makes Tav's face burn. This is not tenable. It doesn't matter who wanted their shape for whatever reasons. It needed to stop if they are to function properly. It needed to stop, full stop.

It is something to bring up to Raphael later. The thought of that conversation keeps Tav's face from cooling down for a long time.

[seithr]

top 5 blazblue character designs

YIPPEE BLAZBLUE

I feel like my tastes are known but I still will take this chance to gush a bit about the characters and design philosophy of em that Ive always been real fond of :)

No particular order here or else I'll be here all night formatting on mobile. More under the cut!

HAKUMEN it goes without saying I LOVE HAKUMEN'S DESIGN SO MUCH. The taloned tabi, the silhouette of wide pants and closefitted shinguards/torso. The faces/eyes scattered across his armour while the face is totally blank—made more unreadable and inhuman by the slats of neck guard. Fox-ears built into the helm shape to feel both animal and mechanical like antennae...and obviously the longass hair to sell the "tailed" look.

I remember reading really early on into liking BlazBlue—I can't remember the source, come maul me if I'm wrong—I read that Hakumen as a character and design was made when Mori was in middle or highschool, the idea of "what is really cool," and much of those ideas stayed. I not only really respect that and think its charming as someone who still likes MY own designs from that time, but, as it turns out, middle schoolers are still right. Hakumen is very cool. Augh. Fucking? Time travelling fox-robot samurai who's here to kill his brother to save him and also himself because his old self wanted to do the same thing for the wrong reason and thay thought disgusts him. Also him and Tsubaki in general make me start to choke (positive). God ok I have four more guys to discuss. Yes i also like Susanoo but I feel like thats a copout, I like that he's both animalistic and brutal martial arts as the God of War. Anyways CONTINUING

VALKENHAYN R HELLSING I will admit that he is an old man in a suit and that speaks to me but that he's one of the strongest beings alive as a old man in a suit ohh. And he's a werewolf ohhhh. Shifting just his body parts to kick and rip with his claws, quickly leaping back and forth between a normal bone-breaking jab or knee or biting and snarling—the dance between raw force and refined precision and a brutal tear's always been sooo cool to see and think about. I also think his ribbon in his hair moving to his wolfy tail is very cute. A man of sharp extremes from refined to flashing his fangs, human and wolf, cool and very cute. I like him :)

TSUBAKI YAYOI her uniform is so nice uruururururugh. Big cape and the way it drapes around her in combat like wings... Her sword and buckler/Izayoi looking so unique for being a "basic sword and shield for the hero"-type of deal! The eye on her hat's always been really striking too—the only "cold" colours being her and her uniforms eyes.....................Sparing a glance at Hakumen's recurring red eyes for no reason here. Knightly angel women and her flower-like "tassets" hanging off her clothes. Its a uniform which plausibly feels like it could be a uniform—she doesn't have anything uniquely "hers" or "for this female character" while still being really standout and clean. Her design's just really good guys. You can do so much.

Really want to mention her masked look too at least really quick here. my girllllll...

RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE well of course I really like his design. Yeah him being here is partially obligation because I love his character a lot but both things inform each other in the end. Mr Grim Reaper, Enemy of the World, red-and-black with a demon's arm on one side and a rebuilt one on the other. His big red coat and the oversize shoulders! The massive baggy pants—I love the silhouette he has. Blood Scythe/Aramasa/His sword transforming and able to clack around and shift's just. Always been such a cool design. Seithr-powered man, devil-smoke powered man, ashes of your own old dead self-powered man. Ragna is fucking cool auauauuuaghrhg.

And it DOES only make it more charming that he has a good heart, has a bit of a Kicked Puppy charm about him if you can pardon uhh that implication. He is just some fucking guy and he likes barbecues. He is sweet and cares for stray cats. His dad is a cat. He blows up the government regularly. He's a rebel who visually looks really clean if "intentionally trying to look like someone you should think is cool", which is both dork-charming and cute and also actually yeah cool because it's not a visual mess.

I like that his arm underneath is all belts and bandaged—Bloodedge only wearing half his coat for example is such a good look and it shows his clean black shirt underneath, which feels a lot like... Under that big eyecatching rebel coat of his (personality), Ragna's... Ragna, I don't know. I hope that makes sense. Knowing his personality makes me like his design a lot more than if I didn't I think.

As mentionned in Hakumen's block of text however: I already really like chuuni-ass designs, so combined in Ragna he makes me unwell entirely.

And last (I am running out of images allowed per post :((((( )

Kitty peepaw. I am cheating slightly here. I like the Kaka Kittens' big hoods too and think they're very cute and very eyecatching and I adore them always—the kittens especially being stompy little things that travel in packs are really cute. I love that Jubei, actual strongest thing in the world, has the oversized paw sleeves too. There's cat claws bigger than his body stored in what looks like emo kids' oversize hoodie sleeves. He's so simple and still the imagery of that coat gets reused several times over and it looks good every time. Orange kitty peepaw. AND he has an eyepatch, how can I not like eyepatches.

There are my 5 favourite BlazBlue designs :> Sorry if them all being C series or smth is boring wauh. I can spend as long as I want thinkinh about it but I do always seem to come back to these guys, give or take one change depending on the mood. Unchanging faves are Hakumen and Tsubaki for sure and forever though.

[bardic-perdita]

I think I remember you saying that Zeke is a bhaalspawn but not necessarily a durge? What's his whole deal? Does he have the murder urges? Was he ever involved in the Bhaal cult or the absolute plot? How does the bhaalspawn stuff affect his BG3 run?

Oh yeah! I've never really dived into that on here have I? XD

This is very much me playing around with BG3 canon which is why I've been shy about sharing it. I apologise in advance to anybody that knows the lore of Baldur's Gate better than I do.

Story time under the cut (it's rather long):

In short, Zeke was born as a half-elf bhaalspawn during the previous Bhaalspawn crisis. Shrike is the 'Dark Urge' as we know them in the game, Zeke is just a random bhaalspawn that has been hidden away in the Hells.

Long version: He was raised in a temple in the Moonshae Isles, which has a very troubled past with Bhaal in particular. His parents were paladins and tried to raise him to be a paladin like themselves. However they grew afraid of him as his murderous urges started to become apparent. They believed him to be inherently wicked and used harsh discipline to mould him into a weapon for justice, but there was no love between them. Even though he was just a child, they denied him that parental love he craved. Their negligence only drove him to appear more cold and monstrous.

One day, the paladins of his temple captured an Archdevil and planned to destroy him as a sacrifice to their god (which, I haven't figured out yet). They placed the devil in the same holding pens as the young Ezekiel (as Zeke was known then), which was exactly what the devil had intended. The devil introduced himself as Caedes and empathised with the boy's plight; he knew how awful it was for people to see you only as a monster, and how cruel his parents were to keep him like a caged animal. He bemoaned about how scared he was of dying and how much he longed to be back home with his beloved, an erinye called Solaris. Moved by the devil's words, Ezekiel freed Caedes from his cage and immediately drew the ire from his former family. The devil gave him an ultimatum: stay at the temple where the paladins will surely kill Ezekiel for his betrayal, or return with him to the Hells where he will raise him like his own child. Ezekiel agreed to go with the devil. His final memory of that day is watching the temple being engulfed in blue hellfire. Caedes got exactly what he wanted: the spawn of a deity. One he could shape to suit his own purpose.

Caedes and Solaris kept to their word and raised Zeke like any mortal parent would. The influence of the Hells shaped his body as that of a tiefling; Caedes himself chose some of his tiefling traits such as his horns, which are identical to his own. Zeke often tells the story of how the first birthday party he ever had was arranged by devils. He just never remembered how many birthdays he had. He believes he's 26, but he's been 26 for over 70 years. Unbeknownst to him Caedes had bestowed on him a 'Charm of Agelessness' so, whilst technically mortal, he will never age without Caedes's consent. It was a strange childhood in Maladomini, but Zeke adapted to it well enough. His parents educated him on devil politics in their palace, and there was no shortage of fiends to fight to satiate the bhaalspawn's bloodlust.

After decades of struggling without infernal magic and relying on his 'father' Caedes to patch him up after every fight, Caedes eventually offered him a warlock pact. As part of that pact, he included a clause allowing him to treat Zeke 'as his own flesh and blood'. This meant that Zeke can be controlled completely by Caedes whenever he so chooses, essentially granting the devil a vessel to roam the material plane as he pleases. He uses this control mostly to modify Zeke's unpleasant memories to keep him pliable content, and keep him ignorant of his Bhaalist heritage. After the contract is signed, Zeke is dropped back into the material plane with no friends, no family (other than his 'parents' in the Hells), and no real purpose. He does some adventuring trying to help where he can, but he's just so incredibly lonely.

At the start of the events of the game, Zeke is captured whilst saving townsfolk from the nautiloid. He has no clue who Bhaal is, or what the intentions of the Absolute are, and he certainly has never been a part of any Bhaalist cult. His 'amnesia' is just cluelessness. He helps the other tadpoled companions because that's the right to do and he's so lonely. It does mean that he has no fewer than four presences in his head at any one time: Bhaal, Caedes, a mindflayer tadpole, the Emperor, and himself. No wonder he makes badly thought through decisions. It's very crowded in that brain of his.

[slowd1ving]

PENDULUM ✦ . 　⁺ MASTERLIST

‘All was well. When you next looked up, something had changed. Nothing you could really put your finger on, yet you swore you’d never seen those eerily shaped rock formations before. In your peripherals, they seemed to beckon to you like crooked fingers. All was not well.’ It all begins with the fatal blunder of your supervisor. One signature, and your lab seals its doom: working with Valentine Corporations to procure and monitor ground samples from the Arizona Desert. As the resident odd-job and ill-fated intern, you’re tasked with the crucial task of procuring this dirt. But when you stumble onto the Big, Bad, Devil’s Palm, it proves to be a more terrible error than the deal with Valentine Corporations - you’ve now an odd pocket watch and floating head to deal with, and this definitely isn’t the right century (or aeon, really)… male reader (but it's not a big part of the character); reader is a modern day scientist living in an alternate future where Valentine succeeded with taking the corpse warnings: canon-typical violence, death, blood, alcohol, very slow burn like I'm talking novel-length goddamn various SBR characters x reader can be found on ao3 by the same title

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

KEY INFORMATION ABOUT READER

i. question of time (depeche mode)

ii. the world we knew (frank sinatra)

iii. underground (mareux)

iv. chamber of reflection (mac demarco)

v. blight (zeruel)

vi. group four (massive attack)

vii. dance floor dolor (mareux)

viii. rosemary (deftones)

ix. cherry (chromatics)

x. blank (glare)

xi. shadows (pastel ghost)

xii. VII (twin tribes)

xiii. when the sun hits (slowdive)

xiv. o virtus sapientiae alio modo (hildegaard von bingen)

xv. mercury (glaze)

xvi. shout (tears for fears)

xvii. man next door (massive attack)

xviii. walk away (franz ferdinand)

[bumbluble]

Shuhei demon chapter 3

The demon did not bother Kensei for several days, the nightmares ended and there were no more whispers, Kensei was calm

Until one night Kensei woke up with the demon sitting on his lap.

Kensei told him to get out of the way, that he is sleeping and that tomorrow he must wake up early to go to work.

The demon reminds him that the deal is about feeding him with energy so he can't refuse.

Kensei asks if he wants blood or something. The demon scoffs, saying he's not a vampire. 'I'm an incubus.'

Kensei has no idea what the hell an incubus is.

The demon tells him not to worry, that he will do his best to make it fun, since he can change shape and Kensei can satisfy any weird fetish with him.The only disadvantage will be that tomorrow Kensei will be tired.

Kensei still doesn't understand. When the demon appears to rub against Kensei's crotch, the man panics and backs away from the demon.

The demon laughs and asks if he's a virgin. Kensei doesn't answer. The demon explains that he's a sex demon. That succubi and incubi are sexual demons, that they are the children of Lilith and that they feed on the sexual energy of humans.

Kensei takes a few steps back. The demon smiles at him, explaining that he can actually transform into whatever Kensei prefers to feel pleasure, anything. A woman, an old man, a child, even animals or kensei. That he doesn't need to be a moral man and follower of the law, that he can do whatever he wants and that I wouldn't judge him,Because the stranger the fetish, the more energy the demon gets.

Kensei explains that he doesn't really feel much sexual attraction towards anything or anyone in particular.

The devil mocks, since he has never met someone who does not feel sexual attraction towards anything.

Kensei tells him that doing it with him is impossible because the only way Kensei can have sexual attraction towards someone is after having an emotional bond with someone.

The devil is in trouble now

A demisexual and an incubus in the same house. Shuhei has been trying to seduce this human for days and hasn't been able to. He's hungry and can't just give up on Kensei. He is a demon too proud and stubborn to give up.

[barongrimstone]

The Following text contains themes and references to physical, emotional and, sexual abuse. I’ve done my best in handling these topics as best I can but if you have any suggestions on handling them better please give them to me. Reader discretion is advised. Please enjoy and please leave any criticisms you have in the comments. Thank you.

The Red King cradled the child, the boy's skin was dark,The color of caramel sweets. his tiny hands grasped at his fathers fingers, grabbing the digits and shaking playfully, as if they were rattles. The young prince laughed and his father laughed with him. The old god was content, peace had long eluded him. kindness and innocence seemed to have forsaken him but here they were, cradled in his arms, trying to eat his fingers. He smiled, though you could not see it on his face for it was lacking the usual components. Only his eyes,Glowing a warm red, marked his dark opalescent skin. The child mumbled in his fathers arms, closing his tiny eyes as he drifted away to sleep. The child’s mother walked outside to greet the boys, her hair was the color of coal, with a sheen rivaled only by the gloss of silk. She sat by her husband, laying a pale hand on his smooth, featureless face. And he gazed at her, his eyes conveying his emotions to her through a mere glance. Emotions he couldn’t describe even with his otherworldly understanding. The Joys of fatherhood, this babe, he’d kill for him, he’d die for him. “I love you sweet prince.” Said the Red King, the god of pain.

The Red King stood over on the edge, his eyes peering down to the streets below him. Lights, sounds, they all flooded his senses, his gaze drifted around hundreds, hell, likely thousands of red silhouettes all around the city, all of them in pain, all of them needing his help, needing his attention. But some need it more than others, he focuses on a singular silhouette, a young child judging by the size, cowering as a larger one stood over them, raising a clenched fist. striking the smaller shape. The king's eyes hardened, narrowing with rage.

He put a foot over the edge and dropped into a free fall. Turning his head downwards into a skydive. Then he caught the air, large leathery wings, the same shade as his opalescent skin, ripped through the wind and carried him forward towards the cowering child. His wing beats grew faster and faster until in an instant he crashed right through the window, showering an overweight man and young boy in a cascade of jagged glass.

The wings receded into his back, through the fabric of his coat and shirt. He rose, shaking glass off his shoulders and pulling a shard from his face, what would have been a scar sealed up near instantly leaving not a sign anything was ever there. He walked forward, grabbing the large man by the shoulder and pushing him aside. The men yelled and lunged to attack, his fist flying at the Red Kings temple, cracking his across the face. The King didn’t flinch, he didn’t budge. It was like the man had struck a brick wall and it damn well felt like it. The King grabbed his shoulder, and shoved him into a sitting position in a nearby chair. “I’ll deal with you later.” He said, his voice was low and threatening with a rasp. It was like sand rubbing against gravel.

He stepped towards the cowering boy, the boy's eyes were wet, tears stained his flustered cheeks and bruises ran along his arms and legs. His right eye was swollen purple. His lip was split, blood flowed from his mouth. The Red King sqauted down the kids' level. “Hello child.” He said, his voice now carrying a much softer tone, still raspy but comforting. “Are you the Devil?” The kid said, choking on his fear and blood from his swollen lip. “No.” Replied the Red King, his voice still full of his soft tone. “Are you an angel?” Asked the boy. “Not in the slightest.” He replied. “Then what are you? Are- are you going to hurt me.” Asked the boy, fear making his voice quiver. “No, I’m here to help you.” Said the King. He raised from his squat and offered his hand to the boy. The Father, presumably, went to argue but stopped when the Red King's eyes turned back to him. The boy took the God's hand and he helped him up, the boy limped slightly but managed fine. “Let’s go talk to the policemen, alright?” Said the Red King, the boy looked to his father, who met his son's gaze with fury, red faced and pupils dilated. “Ok.” Said the little boy. Sirens wailing in the distance.

The Red King hoisted him up into his arms and walked to the edge, he stepped off the edge again but this time he seemed to float down. Keeping the boy's eyes buried in his shoulder, away from the heights. Within a few moments they were standing on the ground, approaching a nearby police officer. One of many who had arrived from the window incident being called in. The Red King knew the officer, his name was Smith. He was a trustworthy cop and the only one the King would approach for sensitive matters such as this. He set the boy down and said to Smith. “His father was beating him, likely for a while. I’m not sure of any other abuse but I’d say there was verbal abuse involved.” He walked away and turned his attention back up to the building. Back to the broken apartment window he had barreled through. “What are you going to do?” Asked smith, taking the boy's hand. “I’m going to have a talk with his father.” He crouched slightly and launched himself into the air, he grabbed the ledge of the window and pulled himself up and through the window once more.

The Father had left his seat, grabbing a beer from the fridge, he had jumped when the Red King returned. Dropping the brown bottle, which erupted into pieces on the kitchen floor. “Take a seat.” Said the king and the man did so, intimidated by the Red King's appearance. He obeyed and plopped down in the same chair he was forced into minutes before. “Why did you do it.” Asked the King, his gaze weighing heavy on the man. The man looked at him incredulously. Taking a moment to reflect on the question. “I told him to do something and he didn’t do it.” Replied the man. “So you beat him black and blue over what? A missing chore? Did he not get a beer fast enough? Pathetic.” Replied the king, his voice stern but not exceeding a respectable volume. “I-“ the man went to defend himself but the King cut him off. “I know your father did the same to you, I know, I can smell it on you. I know he did more than just beat you and yell at you.” Said the Red King, the man looked at him, his mouth agape. “And I know you didn’t do that to your son, and I give you props for that but you're ruining that boy. You're beating him to near death. All he wants is your love. Despite everything you do to him, every harsh word and every bruise you leave, he still loves. I can sense it, but he’s scared of you.” The King said, staring at the man with a harsh glare. “Do you know how abuse works Mr-“ the king realized he didn’t know the man’s name. “Roberts.” Said the man, “Kyle Roberts, and I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” He finished. “Abuse, of any kind, is a cycle, Kyle. The violence your father used against you, is what you use against your son. Eventually, if this never stops he will be just like you. His children, your grandchildren will likely be treated the same as him. And they’ll likely do the same to your great grandchildren. It’s a wheel, the snake eating itself.”Said the King. “You can change Kyle, but it’s going to take a long long time to do that. Do you have any family? Your son needs a new sanctuary. A new home to feel safe. And you need help.” The Red King finished.

It was almost 5 minutes before Kyle responded. “my sister, she lives a state away. She got help, I didn’t, I thought I could do it myself.” Kyle’s eyes watered. “He never touched her like he did me. I killed him before he had the chance.” His body quaked before he started sobbing. The dots had finally started connecting for him. The Red King stepped forward and offered him his hand, the same hand he offered his son. “Let me help you Kyle, let me help you be better for your son, for Jason.” The man looked up at him, “how did you-“ he asked, “it was on the fridge.” The Red king finished for him. Mr. Roberts looked at the Red King's opalescent hand and took it. The Red King pulled him up and wrapped his arms around the man, he was tall so the man’s face was buried into the King's shoulder and he continued to sob. The Red King pulled away and pointed to the door. “Turn yourself in, and start the process. I’ll go inform the police of your sister and advocate for her to take care of him.” Kyle nodded and left the room. Leaving the King alone with his thoughts. He hoped, hell he prayed, he prayed he had made a difference for both of them. He approached the window and dropped down.

The Red King informed the Police of Jason’s aunt. Advocating for her to take custody while Kyle Recovered in therapy. Afterwards he vanished, moving towards another red silhouette, to help someone else despite the nagging, scratching voice in his head informing him that he was a blight, a failure.

Thank you for reading my story. If any of the topics used above have affected you, or are affecting you, I suggest you try your hardest to get out of that situation. If you think you're the abuser then please find help. Anyone in this scenario, both parties included should get the help they need to end the cycle of violence before it hurts someone else. If you are struggling with suicidal ideation because of abuse or just in general please seek out someone you trust for help. If you find it hard to find someone to talk to, I'm leaving the contact information for the Suicde And Crisis lifeline below.

988- Suicide and Crisis lifeline.

https://988lifeline.org/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=onebox

[haddonfieldsdevil]

Verses:

Devil's Eyes: Primarily a mixture of the 2007 remake and the Blumhouse continuity. Small pieces are borrowed from the Rob Zombie series, while the majority will be set within the Blumhouse continuity. Michael and Laurie are related.

The Shape: Set in the Dead by Daylight verse. Most of Micheal's mixed canon from the Devil's Eyes verse applies. Michael doesn't have too much interest in the other killers or the survivors. He's content to continue to spill blood with complete freedom. To a degree. He isn't fond of being beholden to something stronger, far more fierce, and dangerous than he is.

Stranger Things: Unknown to others, Michael was a result of the experimentation that Hawkins lab was conducting. An accidental byproduct. While he didnt't have the physic capabilities that the others did, he was given the gift of regeneration. His parents died early in his life, unknowingly killed by Michael himself, and he placed into foster care, often bouncing around from family to family within Hawkins. He managed to graduate from high school and hung around the small town, keeping out of trouble as much as possible.

Slasher Universe: Following the establishment where all the major slasher villians live in the same universe, established in the likes of Freddy vs Jason and Behind the Mask. Michael primarily remains in and around Haddonfield, though he has run into others such as Jason, Freddy, and Chucky.

Unnatural Abilities: Michael's uncanny ability to survive what should have killed himself and would have certainly done so to others, stems from the fact that he is not human, as long suspected. While Michael can be injured, and done so severely, he has regeneration abilities that help keep him alive. No one knows for sure where they came from, if they were inherited or if they came from an alteration in his genetics and other supernatural beings occurring further up his family tree.

Wordless artist: Michael's incarceration in Smith Grove does more than anyone anticipates. There are still challenges and problems that Michael faces, including the urge to kill, but he is able to deal with it in various other ways. He is a free man to do as he pleased, though there are always eyes watching him. He functions as a recluse, rarely interacting with others unless it is utterly necessary. Michael is still nonverbal in this verse, but does communicate well through sign language.

[peachymilkandcream]

My mind is filled with au ideas lol. So how about an au where Evelyn is a princess in a rival Kingdom and they are at war with Levi's Kingdom. Levi wins the war and Evelyn gets captured. He decides to keep her as his concubine as a final "fuck you" to his enemy. He liked the idea of humiliating his enemy's daughter by making her his slut but it also helped that she was pretty.

Levi x Evelyn AU -> Kingdom of Ash And Greed

(A/N: Anon out here rotting in their own brain with AU ideas, I don't know anymore if I'm enabling or helping XD But I'll keep providing regardless ;) Also we get to see slightly bimbo Evelyn and I'm here for it. This one is going to be a smidgey smidge more fucked than normal Levi so please please please read the warnings! I'm doing my due diligence letting you know what's in it do yours and read em before continuing!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

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Years of war and terror finally came to an end, all of Evelyn's teenage years she remembered thinking of the fighting in the East that took so many brave young men from their homes only to be mutilated on the battlefield. Her father, the king, had been drained from it, too old to fight he took pride in his only child, the miracle baby after too many years of infertility. She had watched her father become grey and depressed as the rival king's armies continued to push forward, she had heard rumours that the king was a mighty warrior himself, his bloodlust on the battlefield unmatched. All lived in fear of him, some of her father's advisors were so terrified they begged the king to offer her up in marriage as a plea for mercy. Thankfully he refused, claiming that as long as he had breath his daughter would not be in the hands of such a monster.

Now as the fires raged outside of her castle home Evelyn almost half-wished he had made the deal.

Chaos swarmed the scene below, blood and flames created the awful smell of burning flesh. Evelyn was frozen in fear, looking out that window until her mother grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

"Come quickly dear, we've got to get you out of here before they find you."

"Why Mama? What are they going to do?"

"No telling, that devil king is as ruthless as they come. He could slaughter us all without breaking a sweat-"

Evelyn followed her mother down the twisted and dark secret passageways that she used to explore as a child, how long ago that was, when the days were carefree and easy. Death and bloodshed weren't a part of her thought process, only daydreaming about a prince who would come and marry her.

She snapped back to reality to keep focused on all the turns that her mother led her through, if she didn't have her wits about her she'd get lost in the endless maze. Hope soared as light appeared at the end of the tunnel, they were going to be alright, they would survive this.

Or so she thought until rough hands grabbed her, Evelyn screamed but a hand over her mouth quickly shut her up.

She was dragged towards the castle steps, thrown to the ground like a cheap doll, her chin hitting the stone. Trying to stand only led to being pushed back with a leather boot on her head. Evelyn dared to sneak a peek at her captor, staring into the cold and dead eyes of their rival king. His jet black hair rustled slightly in the wind, his grey eye only slightly different than the blind one. The ugly and crude scar on his face ran from his forehead to chin, a second and smaller one just behind. Who could've had enough skill to wound him that severely was beyond her imagination.

He was covered in blood, his red and black robes practically dipped in it. He sneered at her, taking in her appearance, it felt like he was judging each of her sins.

A few feet away stood her parents, in the same shape she was, held back and terrified, forced to kneel before this monster of a man.

"So Fritz, it seems like we can finally put this bloodbath to an end." He spoke, his voice low and smooth as his gaze shifted from them to her. "I guess your bitch did manage to give you an heir." His sword made her tilt her chin up. "And not a bad looking one at that."

"I'm begging you, do what you will with me, just please don't hurt my daughter. She's still just a child-"

"She looks old enough to me." Levi seems to consider something for a moment before nodding to his guards. "Take her."

They lift Evelyn up, dragging her to a horse, despite her fighting back.

"Please don't I'll give you anything-"

"You should've thought of that before coming against me."

She's set on the front of a horse, Levi saddling behind her, it all happened so fast, what could she do? She was being stripped of everything she knew and held dear in an instant. Fighting was pointless, he would kill her without thought or remorse.

He turned to face her sobbing parents one more time. "Take comfort in the fact I won't kill her, your one and only heir will be nothing more than a breeding bitch in heat, made to warm my bed and have my children. Your grandchildren will sit on my throne one day and rule over the greatest nation known to man. Your legacy will live on, through my blood and seed." He chuckles. "May your days be filled with rot and suffering."

With that he rides off, one hand protectively holding her across the waist, his breath was hot and heavy in her ear, and she couldn't tell whether hardness against her bottom was the saddle or something else.

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His kingdom was as cold and grey as he was, but nothing compared to the hell that was his chambers.

The first night she had lost her innocence to him, she had dreamed of it being different, sweet and romantic. Levi took what was his without a second thought, her beautiful dress ripped to shreds, forced to live day in and day out with nothing to cover her shame. When she wasn't warming his bed she was forced to work and clean, never having a moments rest from his mockery and lust. He spit on her, beat her, whatever it took to humiliate her. She even had the suspicion that he waited until she collapsed with exhaustion to do more vile and defiled things to her.

Unlike her mother, Evelyn was very fertile, popping out children left and right. His behaviour didn't change with her pregnancies, remaining the cold and disgusting ruler she knew him as. His subjects lived in fear of him, and she was less than that, a slave, a tool, forced to carry his children. They were taken from her once they were weaned, starting the cycle all over again.

She was once a princess, now nothing. A warm body for this cold and despicable man until she took her last breath.

[glitteraffe-art]

OK, thank you OP! I’ll hop right to it, then. My explanation isn’t very speculative biology, unfortunately, just a xenotransplant (that is, a transplant from another species).

CONTENT WARNINGS: Discussion of dental surgery on humans and animals; mention of potential animal cruelty.

DISCLAIMERS: I am not a dentist for humans or otherwise, but I know more than a non-dentist ought to know about the field (read: consequence of my job). Also, this may not be particularly well researched because this is For Funsies, and will contain speculations/best guesses/etc, but I will do my best to present accurate information.

With that out of the way:

SO YOU WANT TO PUT DOG TEETH IN MEDIC TF2’s MOUTH

Realistically, can dog teeth even be put into a human’s mouth?

Unfortunately, no.

Technically, once you have a (recently emptied) tooth socket, you can put something in there (historically, tooth implants have ranged from things like bamboo to metal to other people’s teeth). And animal tooth transplants into humans have been considered before; for example, Charles Allen suggested the use of baboon teeth in 1695. However, currently, tooth transplants are only used in very specific circumstances due to its generally high failure rate, and specifically from either one human to another human, or using another one of your own teeth. To make matters worse, if the tooth is not from a human with a close enough genetic match to you, you will experience transplant rejection.

Transplant rejection is when your immune system detects that this brand new transplanted organ is a foreign object that is not yours, and therefore attacks the transplant. The more genetically similar you are to the donor, the less likely a transplant will be rejected; identical twins (genetically identical) rarely experience transplant rejection, but a transplant from another species entirely is almost guaranteed to be rejected.

I’m not entirely sure what would happen with a cross-species tooth transplant rejection (since no one does that, because it WILL fail) but it would likely not be pretty (swelling and inflammation, pain and nausea, the teeth loosening from their sockets and falling out, etc).

Aww, shucks... Hey wait! This discussion is specifically within the context of Medic TF2!

We do have a saving grace here: Medic appears to have either:

- found a way around cross-species transplant rejection (since his whole gimmick is transplanting exotic animal parts into humans; for instance the different species’ hearts in Meet the Medic), or

- he can just ignore it for unclear reasons, the same way he can ignore blood types, debris, and bacterial contamination in the scene where he just pours blood back into people’s bodies. Judging by Ms. Pauling’s reaction, and Medic’s comment about medical school, it seems this is generally not something that people can normally do. My guess is that his deal with the Devil technically makes him some kind of witch, but that’s neither here nor there.).

So it could work?

In the specific context of Medic TF2, probably yes, but no procedure is without caveats.

So what happens?

Well, first thing first is to find a source of dog teeth that are of approximately the right size and shape to fit into your tooth sockets. Ideally, the donor teeth’s roots should be slightly smaller than the size of your tooth sockets, the size of which can be determined by taking an x-ray of your mouth (I don’t think the other imaging types had been invented yet in the 1970s).

Since dogs are domestic animals and come in a variety of sizes and shapes, it shouldn’t be too hard to find one that has about the right sized teeth. Plus, dogs, like humans are also omnivores and have roughly the same tooth type and arrangement as humans (incisors at the front; canines; premolars; molars in the back). Both of these facts makes things a little easier; another species with a significantly different size to humans, and a different diet (like, say… teeth from an elephant. Elephants are herbivores and only have four HUGE molars) would be a lot more difficult to theoretically transplant.

Teeth that end up being a little too large can be cut to size and sealed with a filling (probably dental amalgam- yay, mercury exposure!- or gold for this time period). The donor dog teeth can only be placed inside your existing tooth sockets (sorry, can’t drill more sockets without causing some serious jaw integrity/sinus integrity problems). As a result, there will be a couple extra teeth that will end up unused – humans have a max of 32 adult teeth, 16 on the top jaw and 16 on the bottom jaw, but dogs have a max of 42, with 20 on the top and 22 on the bottom.

The dog teeth can be harvested from a healthy live donor dog (under anesthesia), or from a recently deceased healthy dog. It would be pretty cruel to leave a live dog without any teeth; this significantly impacts its ability to eat and basically guarantees health problems and slow starvation; you COULD give the dog your removed human teeth in some sort of fucked-up equivalent exchange but I’m not sure a dog would be able to successfully adapt to having human teeth. Maybe you could give it artificial implants to replace its original teeth…?). Make sure the dog is healthy and has no diseases—as with any transplant, there is a risk of disease transmission.

If the donor dog teeth must be harvested a significant amount of time before the implantation procedure, they can be kept in liquid nitrogen for preservation. I assume the process of harvesting dog teeth would be similar to a human tooth extraction, but the shape of the tools used may be different to account for the slightly different tooth shapes. Additionally, the dog teeth would need to be thoroughly cleaned to remove plaque and debris since dogs don’t brush their teeth very often.

What next?

Well, the next thing is to remove your unwanted human teeth. Tooth extraction (and especially extraction of multiple teeth) would be incredibly difficult to do by yourself, due to the fact that it’s really hard to see into your own mouth, and doing surgery in a mirror is not ideal. Ideally, someone else, or better yet, a full team, would be the ones to perform the multiple tooth extractions. A single person might be able to do one or two at a time, but not much more than that. Unless, of course, you lean into Medic being able to ignore real-world limitations and just say he’s talented enough to remove a significant number of his own teeth and replace them using a mirror.

There is a lot of specialized equipment specifically for tooth extractions, such as luxators (knife-like, to sever the periodontal ligament, loosening the tooth from its socket), elevators (spade-like, expanding socket and lifting teeth), and forceps (plier-like, with a gap for the tooth, for grabbing teeth and removing them). There are plenty of variations of each, with specific functions, but I’m not going into detail on those since there’s a lot and I’m not that familiar with all of them. For example, all of the tools below are just variations of forceps, each for specific teeth:

After applying an anaesthetic of choice (local or otherwise), generally the tooth is lifted with an elevator and forceps are used to rock the tooth back and forth; once the periodontal ligament, which attaches a tooth to the bone of the jaw, is broken (or severed by another tool) and the socket is widened enough the tooth can be removed. Slightly different specific tools are used for each tooth type and tooth location. Surgery requiring cutting into the gum + drilling with a drill may be needed to remove some teeth (like those which break under the gum).

Now what?

The next part is to transplant the prepared donor dog teeth to the corresponding sockets. In total, we’d need 8 incisors, 4 canines, 8 premolars, and 12 molars (8 if you had your wisdom teeth removed).

The socket would need to be prepped beforehand to ensure blood supply. Once the donor tooth is in place, it is sutured down. Hopefully the arrangement of teeth allows for the mouth to more or less close; the canines may need to be cut to size (Maybe angling them slightly within the sockets, or possibly drilling the canine socket slightly more to allow an angled placement while being careful to avoid loss of jaw integrity?). It seems splinting the transplanted teeth to prevent movement out of place is used sometimes, but it appears it is currently debated.

Congratulations! You now have a mouth full of dog teeth. The swelling will be terrible for the first few days. Bite down on gauze, take your painkillers and the full course of antibiotics prescribed, do NOT drink through a straw (issue with the clots coming loose) and do NOT eat hard foods, or eat or drink very hot foods for a while (same issue). If it wasn’t for the fact that this is Medic TF2 we are talking about, you’d also have to take some very strong immune system suppressants to stave off the inevitable transplant rejection and eventual failure of the transplants. And, if you only replaced one or two of your teeth this time, be prepared to do it all again in a few months for the next couple of teeth.

Cool! Will this make my bite stronger?

Not exactly. Your bite strength is determined by your jaw muscles, the size of your skull and jaw, and the area of your teeth. Jaw muscles and jaw size are unchanged in this procedure. Sure, the points of your bite with the highest pressure on them will be changed simply because the shape and therefore area of your teeth have changed, however your jaw muscles are still the human ones you started out with. You’d have to do something about that to really get a better bite force.

Will drooling be a problem?

Depends on how the teeth fit into the mouth. With a good fit that allows you to close your mouth and lips completely, you should not have a drooling problem. However, if the teeth are the wrong size and any of the teeth stick out to prevent full closure, then yes, drooling may be a problem.

What about speech?

Yeah, there would definitely be enunciation problems, especially for the first couple of days (the swelling...). The shape of the teeth affects how you pronounce things, so a radically different set of tooth shapes would change how you pronounce things. Maybe permanently; without the human mouth shape it’s possible you might just lose the ability to form certain sounds entirely & have to make do with a close replacement, resulting in a lisp of some kind.

Is there anything else?

For the purposes of this theoretical dive we’ll assume the teeth were not rejected and healed up nicely due to the talents of Medic TF2. There’s no doubt that dog teeth would look very visually striking. But for maximum striking-ness (and more important things like an improved ability to close the mouth and a correct bite), the teeth need to be aligned. It’s very likely that after the transplantation and healing, your new dog teeth aren’t quite exactly aligned, so additional corrective dental treatment to move the teeth around (braces, probably, since they did not have Invisalign in the 70s, and potentially retainers to keep the placement) would likely be necessary. Additional cosmetic treatments like veneers to change the tooth color may be in consideration to get those teeth pearly white.

Also, if you do have to consider real-world transplant rejection, and aren’t a fan of animal cruelty, the easiest way to get dog teeth would just be to get (metal) dental implants for all your teeth and just have custom resin or ceramic crowns on top shaped to be like dog teeth. 100% less dogs harmed! You do need to worry about potential implant rejection, though-- sometimes the jaw decides it’s not a big fan of all those titanium implants.

...Why spend so much time and effort on this?

Unfortunately, I love explaining things with absolutely no bearing on the real world whatsoever to people online.

References (Hyperlinks removed since Tumblr dislikes them):

(Yes, Wikipedia unreliable, I know, but this is for funsies. Also, warning for the Wikipedia articles having bloody/gory photos of in-progress dental surgery.)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooth_transplant

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dental_extraction

https://www.iflscience.com/the-horrific-history-of-tooth-transplants-71985

https://tpis.upmc.com/changebody.cfm?url=/tpis/immuno/wwwHISTpart1.jsp

https://medlineplus.gov/ency/article/000815.htm

https://www.purina.co.uk/articles/dogs/health/dental/canine-dental-anatomy

https://www.verywellhealth.com/teeth-names-5212767

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC5932386/

Image source:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1428473801/10-piece-dental-tooth-extraction-forceps

(deliriously) if medic gave himself dog teeth i would be willing to help him test those out. for science. and such.