#handicapped pet

[blackcatsinart]

[trexalicious]

My disabled older sister loves her new shirt...🤣

@missmannersposts

[skelly-words]

Bring your tentacle to work day…

NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it

There's pt. 2 and pt. 3

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY

Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.

Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.

It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.

The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.

You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.

You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.

Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until you’re so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.

“Oh, no n- shit.” You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.

“Hey, are you feeling oka…” She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.

Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.

You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.

Finally, in a shaky voice she says, “where do I get one of those?”

A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.

Okay I did it

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Character Development

Rick Riordan's Writing Tips

Rick Riordan:

Character development is paramount for me. I firmly believe that plot and character development must occur simultaneously. Plot cannot be left to chance. Neither can characters be automatons who carry out actions envisioned in the author's master plan. Below are some things I try to keep in mind when developing my characters:

RICK RIORDAN'S TOP 5 TIPS ON CHARACTER

Define a character first through action, second through dialog and description, never through explanation.

A character should be primarily defined by the choices he makes, and the actions he takes.

How does he respond to violence?

How does he respond to love?

Secondly, a character must be vividly but deftly describe through his speech, and through the initial view you give the reader.

Never stop to explain who a character is when we can watch him in action and decide for ourselves.

Be impressionist rather than realistic.

Describe characters as Dickens did – with a single deft stroke.

A laundry list of physical traits is realistic, but it is neither memorable nor compelling.

A jarring metaphor for the character, or a focus on one mannerism or physical trait, can be very compelling.

Example: She was a human tornado.

Do not be afraid to use real people as models, but do not be constricted by your models.

It is very natural to use parts of ourselves or the people we know when creating characters.

Do not be afraid to do this because someone might get mad at you.

At the same time, let your character develop.

Do not force them to do what the real-life model would do.

Characters seldom end up exactly like the real people they are based on.

The reader does not have to be told everything you know about the character.

It may be critically important to you that your character has blue eyes, or went to Texas A&M.

But if these details have no part in the story, the reader will not care.

Leave them in your subconscious.

If you are having trouble figuring out a character, fill out a character profile, or do some journaling in that character's voice.

Your character must act, not simply be acted upon.

We care about characters because we are interested in the choices they make.

We want to boo the villain, cheer the hero, and cry with frustration when the tragic figure makes the wrong move.

A character who does not act, but simply receives information and is acted upon by outside forces, is not a character who will compel the reader.

Remember, plot is what the characters do next.

If the characters do not create the plot, the plot is hollow.

Here's a character profile worksheet I sometimes fill out if I'm having trouble understanding a particular character I've created:

Character Profile

Name:

Height:

Age in story:

Birthplace:

Hair color, length, style:

Race/nationality:

Regional influences:

Accent: (include voice, style of speech, slang, signature phrases or words)

Religion:

Marital status:

Scars or other notable physical attributes:

Handicaps: (emotional, physical, mental)

Athletic? Inactive? Overall health?

Style of dress:

Favorite colors:

How does the character feel about his/her appearance?

Brothers/sisters:

Relationship with parents:

Memories about childhood:

Educational background: (street smart? Formal? Does he/she read?)

Work experience:

Occupation:

Where does the character live now? Describe home (emotional atmosphere as well as physical)

Neat or messy?

Sexual preferences/morals/activities:

Women friends/men friends:

Pets?

Enemies? Why?

Basic nature:

Personality traits (shy, outgoing, domineering, doormat, honest, kind, sense of humor):

Strongest trait:

Weakest trait:

What does the character fear?

What is the character proud of?

What is the character ashamed of?

Outlook on life (optimistic, pessimistic, cynic, idealist)

Ambitions:

Politics:

How does the character see himself/herself?

How is the character seen by others?

Do you like this person? Why or why not?

Will readers like or dislike?

Most important thing to know about this character:

Present problem:

How it will get worse:

What is the character's goal in the story?

What traits will help/hurt the character in achieving this goal?

What makes the character different from similar characters?

Why will readers remember this character vividly?

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[laterreurofficial]

the sentikids cant really die from old age can they? i mean, i was thinking about how they seem to AGE but dying of old age is basically death by vital functions shutting down, but if ur body can heal anything can they ever die while the amok item is still intact?

additionally why does adrien have a feather allergy? was emilie just feeling quirky about her little irl oc's notable traits?

They cannot. This has never been an issue before because pumping out tons of immortal homunculus babies was never really en vogue, but eventually in the 2080s or so someone's gonna have to figure out a system to basically put them down. Either that or they "fake die" of old age and the amok is released after a certain set amount of time, which I doubt most of the parents gave much thought to let alone decided to program. You don't want to have to program your little pet mimic baby's death date as soon as they're born! That's awful, for you, the innocent parent!

Adrien does not have a feather allergy in LT, though. At the very least, it's not relevant to the story whatsoever. (Am I allowed to gripe that everyone glosses over the fact that it's specifically stated to be pigeon feathers in canon? Like it's not as good of foreshadowing as you think it is, guys. They specified pigeons because the intent was to give him a Mr. Pigeon specific goofy handicap.)

[teabunnee]

I am very Bryon and Lorsan pilled, if you’d be willing to write something for either or both it would be so wonderful 🌸 have a great day ahead!!

S/O wants to Touch Lorson and Byron’s ears

Bryson 

You can’t sneak up on him. Lorsan has tried, and failed, multiple times. It was surprisingly good practice for him. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he will dodge out of the way, and you might see a cute slight smile on his face. Oddly enough, Elona won’t warn him, and instead just turns to look at you whenever you try to sneak up behind him. If you’re his romantic partner, Elona probably trusts you enough not to harm her friend. But even with the handicap, he still figures out where you are. 

He compliments you on your efforts in a way that shows he absolutely knows what you’re trying to do. 

The best way is to ask him. He’ll tilt his head, nods and kneels gracefully, like a knight. 

His ears are rather downy, and your fingers sink into them, especially the tips, which are basically fur. They probably help with his hearing and his sensitivity to the wind. 

Touching him, his shoulders drop slowly, and he leans towards you. He starts to rumble in a mix of a low groan and…purring? 

CAW!

Elona ruins the moment because now she wants pets too. Thankfully, her feathers are also very soft. 

Lorsan 

He hates being called bunny ears, but you’ve seen him brush them meticulously during camp, and they look ridiculously soft. 

If you stare at his ears, he will preen and tell you about his routine to keep them as soft and as perky as they are. Wandering around for 3 years has apparently done nothing to prevent him from taking proper care of his ears. 

If you sneak up on him, or grab his ears while he’s talking to you, he squeaks and blushes. It’s adorable. 

With a pout, he pulls off your hands by their wrists and leans towards you. 

“If you wanted to touch them, just ask! And be gentle!” 

Lorsan’s ears are super soft, like velvet, and the pink areas are particularly sensitive 

Dude basically melts under your ministrations. Curiously, you scratch the base a little, and…his leg thumps. 

Both of you stop. He blushes even more now and flees. He won't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

Lyca tells you later, laughing hysterically, that leg thumping was something you’re supposed to grow out of by your teens. 

[mmmfanfiction]

I Am shy! But I wanna make a request! What do you think Yandere!Ranfren (the entire cast) would be with a pet!reader?

I 100% understand, I get very nervous too, and I wanna thank you for asking! I’m not always the best at writing yandere, but I did my best so I hope you enjoy it! Also let me know if I missed anyone. (Also I’d like to note I left out Saturo because I haven’t finished where he is in the story yet and therefore I don't wanna write something inaccurate) 

CW/TW for abuse, manipulation, guilt tripping, general unhealthy relationships, mentions of some characters physically hurting reader (Randal, a little bit of Nyen) I do a little bit of gaslighting of reader, stalking (Kitty), mentions of drugs (Nyon) almost character death (the ratmen)

I tried out a different writing style for this one, that felt more appropriate so I do hope you like it. I tried to keep it true to their characters!

Randal

Delusional. That was the only word you had to describe him. Utterly and completely delusional. Luther had given you to Randal as a pet, since Sebastian seemed so lonely, and since Randal was doing a good enough job at taking care of Sebastian, why not get him another friend? So, here you were, Randals new favorite pet. At this point Sebastian was all but forgotten, maybe for the best, and Randals interest was all on you. He didn't let you talk to anyone else, hell he even got huffy when his big brother talked to you. You were to stay by his side at all times, or else he would become whiny and such, which no one wanted to deal with, which had the effect of everyone in the house forcing you to stay by Randal 24/7, besides the times they felt pity for you. 

Everyday was a new bruise, a new danger filled adventure, another failed escape. He loved seeing you cry, it gave him an odd sense of pleasure. So, he would make you cry all the time, telling you how pretty and handsome you were whenever tears would fall from your eyes. He liked the way bruises looked on your skin too, when you were upset it was like a kickstart to his heart. He planned to keep you by his side, forever and ever.

Luther

You were Luther’s lovely partner, the completion to his beloved family. He was very sweet, he just didn't understand that you didn't want to be here! You were placed in the freaky adoption center against your will, and taken in by him against your will. You tried to explain this to him, that you had a family looking for you, but he just didn't listen. This is your home now. Every escape was foiled, and with every escape he grew more upset with you. Of course, he tried not to be too cruel with his punishments, you were his darling partner after all! Of course there were times his anger got the better of him, and he did apologize a lot, really! He felt bad, but you should've known better! He had warned you so many times, not to leave yet you still tried. He couldn't understand it. 

In your numerous escape attempts it ended up handicapping any future ones. You had to work to build his trust again to even think about him letting you leave his sight. It had been months since you started to suck up to him, months of hell and strain for you, and bliss for him. You’d have to be stuck playing nice for a very, very long time. At least you could think of a foolproof way to escape in that time.

Nyon

To everyone he’s normal, even to you. You would’ve never noticed the feelings brewing in his chest till it was too late. To everyone you’d gone missing, just another runaway pet. Nobody would've guessed Nyon had trapped you in the walls, where the ratmen used to live. Everyday when everyone would go to sleep he would slip behind the fridge, into a hole he made bigger to fit through and then finally to you, cuddling up next to you and bringing you food, looking up at you with big eyes full of love. Sometimes he would slip you some of the drugs he stashed away, when he noticed you were particularly upset, it was meant to make you feel better, but only had the side effect of making you even more disoriented and panicked than you already were. Days blurred into months. You didn't know what time it was till Nyon visited you, but after a while you stopped caring, just staring off into space till he came back. You no longer felt real, maybe this was never real, maybe there was nothing in this world but Nyon. After all, if there was anyone else they would've found you by now, right?

Nyen

He’s mean. From the second you took a step in that stupid house he had been on your ass, like a really annoying mosquito that could absolutely body you if he wanted to. You know, you miss when you could actually talk to other people in the house. It was fun. Now if you even so much as said ‘hi’ to Nyon he would drag you away and threaten you. You talking to people has caused not only yourself harm, but them as well. You felt bad whenever Nyen hurt someone in a lower position than himself just because you simply wanted to talk to them. After a while you just stopped. It wasn't worth the pain either party had to go through. 

You felt like an object for him to drag around, you could barely go to the bathroom by yourself. Luther thought it was cute, his two precious pets were in love! You’d thought about telling him what was actually going on before, but you saw what Nyen did to ratmen, he made you watch most of the time, you didn't want him to chase you down like he did to those poor creatures, besides you didn't even know if Luther would care or understand in the first place. It was best to be complacent, to just let it happen and quietly look for a way out.

Even then, you started to find comfort in how he treated you. 

The thought absolutely terrified you.

Sebastian 

You were always the nicest to Sebastian, hiding him when Nyen felt like hurting him, turning a blind eye to his escapes, slipping him tips in order to cope with the new life he didn't want, you made him feel normal again, you made him feel safe. So, he started to spend more time with you. You were his safe space. Slowly, over time, he became terrified of being away from you, spending every hour of every day by your side. Even if you didn't want to, he would make you feel bad if you didn't spend time with him. You were the only thing that seemed to make him happy after all. Why would you leave him all alone? Did you not like him anymore? Were you really going to leave him to suffer with all the other psychopaths in this household while you got to be happy? Were you really that selfish? 

As time went on your relationship with everyone in the household started to slowly deteriorate. Suddenly Sebastian was the only one who you could talk to freely, the only one you could lean on. Suddenly, the people you’d known for years, seemed a lot more dangerous. You felt surrounded by people yet isolated, the only relief for your pain being the very one who caused it in the first place.

Maybe you’d listened to Sebastian too much.

Nana

Anytime she catches you she squeezes you tight, scales grinding against your skin. She likes the way you squirm, a wide grin spreading across her face, like it was some game. As much as you try to avoid her she always catches you. You’d tried to tell Nyon before, but the next day you couldn't help but notice the big bruises on him. You didn't bother after that, just letting the bites and bruises she left collect on your skin.

Kitty

She watches you alot, not one thing goes out of her sight, she is the carpet after all! Makes for great sneak attacks against any other pets or ratmen voguing for your heart, besides it’s not like you'll ever figure out, she's just too sweet and cute after all.

The Ratmen

They all whine when you're not around, what were you thinking, trying to leave them? In a place like this? You never feel alone, always feeling watched. It was probably true, they liked to keep tabs on you after all. 

You know how they teamed up to kill Nyen? Well, since you saved them, they tried again, even though they promised not to hurt anyone again, how could they keep it when he was so mean to you? So, one morning, you woke up, to the top of the top of the pets near dead, of course you were pretty sure he couldn't die so he made it out fine, but it scared you, as well as everyone else in the household. You yelled at all of them, but it didn't make things better. After a while of this routine, people got severely hurt in the house after being rude to you, and so Luther had to send you away, as it was putting everyone else in danger. The ratmen helped you to escape the adoption center you were out in, before bringing you back to the house and hiding you in the walls, to stay with them forever.

Authors note part 2!: Sorry for taking so long writing this, between trying not to fail my classes and also the classes themself, my time and energy became strained. It was a good way to push through though! Also shout out to @lobotomylobster for looking my work over before posting it, it was really nice of you and I deeply appreciate it!

[girlkisser13]

hephaestus cabin headcanons

children of hephaestus

• OIL, SOOT, and GREASE STAINS EVERYWHERE.

• the have the most intense games of hide-and-seek in bunker 9.

• a lot of them lose limbs, become disabled in some way, or are born that way, and they often use it as a reason to build themselves cool robot prostheses and other tools to help them get around.

• along with the athena cabin, they come up with weapons and armory specifically for disabled demigods.

• they build advanced prosthetics for campers who have lost limbs in battle.

• they’re warmer than most demigods, even if they don’t have fire powers.

• they always know when someone is in need of a weapon and they just create it without thinking about it. like they just know when someone needs a weapon before they ask for it.

• they're the only ones who can pick out stuff from hephaestus's junkyard without getting hurt.

• everything, the cabin, the forge, the bunker, is 100% handicap accessible.

• they worked with the athena and hecate cabins to upgrade bunker 9 to allow better lighting, safer rooms, new areas to test weapons, etc. they wanted it to feel like an underground space station.

• they name each of their tools and inventions.

• on birthdays, they give each other personalized gadgets that solve everyday problems, like a self-tying shoelace or a self-stirring spoon.

• they design and wear fireproof clothing.

• they actually have numerous secret hideouts and mini-workshops hidden around camp half-blood (bunker 9 is the only one we know about).

• they keep detailed journals filled with sketches, ideas, and notes about their inventions, passing them down through generations of hephaestus kids.

• they build small, mechanical pets or companions that help them with tasks around the forge, each one with a unique personality programmed in.

• they all have a set of personalized tools that they've crafted themselves, often with special engravings or modifications to suit their style.

• they have made so many modifications to their cabin over the years that none of the original material is still there, and there’s a constant debate at camp as to weather it’s still the same cabin.

cabin exterior

• the cabin has an industrial look, with a mix of metals like iron, copper, and steel. rivets, bolts, and exposed beams are prominent features.

• life-sized metal automatons, resembling ancient greek warriors and mythical creatures, stand guard at the entrance.

• they have created intricate metal sculptures that decorate the cabin’s exterior. these range from small, detailed pieces to larger, more abstract art.

• the entrance has large, reinforced double doors, that are automated.

• these doors swing open smoothly despite their weight.

• they have a pulley system for lifting heavy materials, a retractable awning for shade, and a mechanical clock tower that chimes periodically.

cabin interior

• the floor is covered in spare parts and tools that never get picked up (unless somebody wants to use them for something).

• they have underground bunkers for bedrooms.

• the walls are adorned with gears, cogs, and blueprints of various inventions. some of the gears are part of intricate mechanisms that move or serve as storage spaces.

• their cabin has several fire extinguishers and a state-of-the-art ventilation system to manage the smoke and fumes from the forges.

• emergency buttons are strategically placed around the cabin to shut down all machinery in case of accidents.

cabin traditions

• every month they hold a competition to see who can make a device that fits a certain theme.

• they’re judged by a panel of five consisting of the head counselors of hephaestus, athena, hecate, and a volunteer counselor, as well as chiron.

• each judge judges something different on a scale of 1-5: safety and usefulness, ease of use and functionality, utilization of magic, presentation/looks, and on-theme-ness. chiron calculates and delivers the final score, which is the total points given by the counselors.

• the winner receives a medal and bragging rights (until the next competition), as well as first pick when it comes to tools each morning.

• anyone in camp is allowed to participate (though it’s mostly just the hephaestus and athena kids) and contestants have a week to create their contraptions, during which they have access to all the tools and spare materials in the hephaestus workshop (and later bunker 9) that nobody has yet claimed (whether for the competition or not).

• the event is taken very seriously by everyone involved, and even athena and hephaestus have been known to show up from time to time to watch from the shadows, but they always watch from olympus.

divider by @anitalenia

[scoobydoodean]

WAIT WAIT WAIT pleaseeee expand on sam separating his soul himself??? i’ve literally never heard this before (i really wanna agree cause i just can’t work out how cas just did not realize he’d forgotten sam’s soul)

This is just a pet theory I have. I first suggested it here when talking to Shal about Bobby not clocking Sam as soulless. The TL;DR is that Sam has a tendency to create emotional distance to protect himself from grief and other painful emotions. Shal's careful examinations of scripts reveal that it's even in the script direction when Mary dies that "Sam disassociates". In 8.08, Sam is paralleled with Fred, who disassociated to deal with grief (I talk about Sam distancing himself from his emotions in season 8 more largely here). I've been slowly collecting (when I remember) little bits and pieces around this idea that Sam tries to distance himself from his emotions in the tag #i just stopped—named that because of 11.11 when—after being confronted by Lucifer—Sam apologizes for leaving Dean in Purgatory, saying—seeming perplexed by his own actions:

I should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory, I... I should've turned over every stone. But I didn't. I stopped. And I've never forgiven myself for it.

So this pet theory I have is that in The Cage, to cope with the torture being inflicted on him, Sam simply separated his soul from his body. It was the most extreme possible case of dissociating from his own suffering possible.

6.22 strengthens my belief in this theory because Sam splitting into three pieces is treated as a defense mechanism. It's kind of like an Id/Ego/Superego situation, except that the pieces are soulless Sam, Sam the hunter and family man, and the Sam who remembers hell.

SOULLESS!SAM: Well, your BFF Cas brought the Hell-wall tumbling down and you, pathetic infant that you are, shattered into pieces. (he points at Sam) Piece. (he points at himself) Piece.

SAM: I - I have no idea what you're talking about. SOULLESS!SAM: Why would you? You're jello, pal. Unlike me. SAM: What are you? SOULLESS!SAM: I'm not handicapped. I'm not saddled with a soul. In fact, I used to skipper this meatboat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, 'til they crammed your soul back in. Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop you always were. That's because souls are weak. They're a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone's got to take charge around here, before it's too late. 

Sam and soulless Sam have a power struggle inside Sam's head over who gets control. Soulless Sam is really an enforcer, trying to protect Sam from his worst memories. As we see after Sam kills him:

You think I'm bad? Wait 'til you meet the other one.

Then when Sam finds the other part of himself:

SAM: I have to know what you know. What happened in the cage? TORTURED!SAM: Trust me, you don't wanna know it. SAM: You're right. But I still have to. TORTURED!SAM: Sam, you can't imagine. Stay here, go back, find that bartender, go find Jess, but don't do this. I know you. You're not strong enough. SAM: (exhales) We'll just have to see.

Of course, one could argue that Sam's subconscious creates this scenario with soulless Sam and the Sam who remembers hell because Death told them Sam would crumble and Soulless Sam was scared of the fallout of having his soul reinstalled. But idk. I feel like it goes deeper than that, and tortured Sam and soulless Sam's attempts to protect Sam from the truth feed into that to me.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag Masterlist

Warnings: blood drinking, kidnapped human, intimate vampire whump, violence, dominance power move, captive human bloodbag, blood and broken bones, blood drinking

A vampire hunter ambushes a vampire club with his crew -- but little does he know, the tables are about to turn, and not in the human's favor. How will he survive when one vampire decides to turn him into a pet?

This storyline finally has its own Masterlist!

Part 1 - Why Hello, Little Hunter...

Part 2 - Rough Car Ride

Part 3 - How To Shut Up Your Human

Part 4 - Blessed Silence

Part 5 - Fight Me

Part 6 - Playing Cat and Mouse

Part 7 - Would You Look at That... I Win

Part 8 - Dying? Already?!

Part 9 - Help! My Human is Sick

Part 10 - A Brief Reprieve

Part 11 - How to Care for Your Human: A Complete Vampire's Guide

Part 12 - Feeding the Prey

Part 13 - An Attempt at Cooking

Part 14 - Escape Plan

Part 15 - Anticipation

Part 16 - Run for Your Life

Part 17 - Vampire's Rage

Part 18 - Excruciating Pain

Part 19 - You Asked For It

Part 20 - Suffer

Part 21 - Feeding Tube

Part 22 - Carewhumper

Part 23 - Slow Recovery

Part 24 - Drowning

Part 25 - The Company You Keep

Part 26 - Coexistence

Part 27 - Choices

Part 28 - Blood Bargain

Part 29 - Chores

Part 30 - Handicapped

Part 31 - Unwanted Help

Part 32 - Hopeless

Part 33 - Bargain

Part 34 - Blueberries?

Part 35 - No Way Out

Part 36 - Surprise! Didn't See That Coming!

Part 37 - The Unfortunate Truth About Garlic & Vampires

Part 38 - Paycheck Paid in Blood

Part 39 - Relax

Part 40 - Happy Human = Happy Vampire

Part 41 - Intruder Alert

Part 42 - Role Reverse of Predator and Prey

Part 43 - Burn

Part 44 - Take Advantage

Part 45 - My, How the Tables Turn

Part 46 - Mercy

Part 47 - The End

Spinoff Story/Continuation of Vampire & Vampire Hunter

Part 1 - Hemlock & Silver Poisoning

Part 2 - Captured

Part 3 - Anger

Part 4 - Enemy

Part 5 - Shaky Trust

Part 6 - Manipulation

Part 7 - Backed into a Moral Corner

Part 8 - Play With Your Food

Part 9 - Savor It

Part 10 - Talk About It

Part 11 - PTSD & Anti-depressants

Part 12 - Forgiveness Denied

Part 13 - Internal Conflict and Tensions

Part 14 - Newcomer

Part 15 - A New Ally

Part 16 - How Anisa Found Alex

Part 17 - What Were You THINKING?!

Part 18 - Flashback: The Reason Behind Why Alex Never Lies

Part 19 - The Taste of Vampire Blood

Part 20 - Grouchy

Part 21 - Anisa's a Control Freak

Part 22 - Jealousy

Part 23 - For Feedback Purposes

Part 24 - Meet Back in Ten

Part 25 - Ambushed

Part 26 - Alex Gone Feral

Part 27 - Run, Mallory, run for your life

Part 28 - Rogue Vampire

Part 29 - Hunting Anisa

Part 30 - Guilty Feeding

Part 31 - Alex Attack

Part 32 - Make Amends

Part 33 - Fatal Injury

Part 34 - I'm sorry... I lied

Part 35 - First Day of Your Immortal Life

Bonus Alternate Ending: Mallory Begs Alex to Turn Him

CROSSOVER NOVEL!! (This storyline is continued in it)

Fanart for chapter 16, how Anisa first found Alex after he'd been Turned

Fanart of Alex leaving Mallory to drown

Fanart of Alex feeding on Mallory

x3 epic fanart pieces starring Anisa (and one with Callahan)

Anon aks: what are all the characters' greatest fears?

Poll: how should this novel end?

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[girl-with-many-fandoms]

Potentially MAJOR Hazbin season 2 spoiler if this “leak” ends up not being a fake. I just need to get my thoughts and feelings out somewhere and maybe there are a few others out there that feel the same way I do about it.

I just saw on TikTok a supposed leaked song with line animation that, if true, reveals that Rosie owns Alastor’s soul.

It’s hard to tell what’s fake or not nowadays with so many super talented artists and people using AI generated voices to mimic the actual voice actors so I REALLY hope it’s just a convincing fake.

If this is true though, I will be absolutely DEVASTATED. I adore their friendship - and not just the fanon friendship and/or QPR that we as a fandom have created with HC’s - but also the canon friendship we saw in episode 7 of season 1.

Have you ever had something happen in a show that upset/disappointed you so much that you actually had to step away from the show for a while and process before you could continue to watch and enjoy it? That will be me if this is real.

Because the wording in the song, plus the rough animation accompanying it, really gives the impression that (1) They don’t like each other at all like we thought they did & (2) Rosie literally views Alastor as a pet to puppet and nothing more.

And a friend of mine said that even if it’s real they could still maybe be friends but I’m sorry, Alastor as a character just wouldn’t be friends with or even willingly friendly with someone who owns him and limits his powers to where he almost dies in a fight and has a mental breakdown about after said fight. So if this is a true leak, season 1 episode 7 was all fake friendship and that hurts my heart so much.

Also, aside from the fact that I’ll be heartbroken about this, it just doesn’t make sense to me from a plot standpoint. I know a lot of people don’t want it to be Lilith just because it seems obvious but Lilith or Roo at least make sense narratively.

I just don’t see how, story wise, Rosie owning him could make as much sense as other potential candidates for who he has a contract with.

Why would Rosie help the hotel by letting Charlie use her people to fight for the hotel and then turn around and handicap a powerful person that is also defending the hotel? Why make him disappear for 7 years, what did she possibly gain from that? As far as I can tell nothing really changed for her during his absence.

Anyways, I’m rambling. TL:DR if the “leaked” song and animation ends up being a real leak I will be devastated and very disappointed in Hazbin.

[eldritch-spouse]

what happens to those that actually escape the syb escape rooms? Are they let go? Sold to the highest bidder? Kept for the next game?

Chances are most definitely not on the side of the escapists, so it's often rare that any of them make it out alive, much less in one piece.

Being sold is the future that these poor souls get.

Sometimes, people like a smarter pet-thing, so the "winners" are fairly expensive. If they're not taken by anyone, then they're relocated to Nebul's care, to be sold in the future.

Keeping a winner for the next game is risky, Vinnel doesn't really like the idea, not without some tweaking. The winner of the previous game has their face painted and is forcibly handicapped. They could have their mouth trapped shut in a painful contraption, be blinded, deaf, no longer have hands or be missing a leg. Generally, their communication and ability to signal things to newcomers will be quite limited, so as to not spoil things too soon.

Sybastian may or may not target these survivors first. If his ego had been particularly wounded the last game, or the winner isn't too disabled, he will butcher this survivor near immediately. If the survivor can be used as a trap to lure others into certain sections of the floor, he'll gladly drag them around and make them wail loudly, keeping them until well into the game.

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This is kind of a fandom pet peeve thing for me, but it is a little strange when people say that Yuu is handicapped or somehow disabled due to not being able to use magic. I can see how people could get that impression, since the game doesn't bring it up much, but a majority of humans in Twisted Wonderland can't use magic. Yuu only seems disabled because they're hanging out at an elite school for magical people, but that doesn't mean they are, by the standards of the world, actually disabled. It's like saying that someone in the Marvel universe is disabled because they lack superpowers- they're not, even if they're hanging around the Avengers all the time.

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Clothes Followup

Hi there. Professional sportswear outfitter and part-time athelete here just chiming in on how these choices are perfectly believable, in my humble opinion: #1 SHOES "sneakers" is a loose definition. but, if the character is wearing casual/lifestyle "sneakers" like jordan lows, vans, etc., these type of shoes are FLAT (not narrow running shoes). Flat soled sneakers are often preferred training shoes for mixed arts or lifting at the gym. You could wear boots, but you're sacrificing agility. As a female, I can say that a female character likely would not inflict such a handicap as BOOTS on herself. Feet are very resilient and resistant to pain and injury. Being able to move on your feet matters a lot more than protecting them does. PASS #2 PANTS. you are not punching someone's pants while boxing. and have you watched fight club? they mostly wear jeans. they're durable, wick moisture (although it feels unpleasant), and if they're fitted properly, they're not going to get in the way of your agility. Jeans are light armor if you're speaking in tabletop rpg terms. PASS #3 SHIRT. a good tshirt of a decent quality will wick moisture, will not be bulky or baggy, and will move with its wearer. tshirts are not expensive and are the best option outside a sleeveless top or topless for martial arts. Especially if you have boobs. Boxing in only a racerback sports bra is also viable, but a tshirt will provide light protection to the skin, which is a good idea in amateur boxing. If they're WEARING GLOVES, nobody is grappling anyone's shirt so there is no risk of clothes-grabbing violations happening there. If this ring is literally underground, it's probably cold. Clothes can be shed between matches, but it's often more important to be clothed appropriately so as to prevent both overheating and chills. Becoming chilled between fights is a greater danger to performance than getting sweaty is. PASS I also have questions as to the type of boxing gloves being used. Are they full padded gloves? Light knuckle pads? Do the boxers wear headgear? Mouthguards? What areas are allowed to be hit or is it a free-for-all? Maybe you think these details are mistakes, but I disagree. Half my job is punching boxes all day. Hot, sweaty, fully clothed, wearing comfortable shoes. Lots of moving around. If I am going to punch boxes (or faces) for hours, that's exactly how I'd dress. The rest of my job? Literally outfitting people with boxing equipment. Literally selling people clothing for athletics. I am also a footwear specialist. Thank you for taking the time to read this. :) -lilkittay

So, apologies in advance, lilkittay, but you're about to get dragged. This might come as a shock, but I actually have a copy of the novel Fight Club. I just found it wedged between a copy of Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson, and the Demolished Man by Alfred Bester. I'm not going to try to figure out what lead to that sorting peculiarity. The book is exceptionally good, and if you've never read it, it's an easy (if somewhat unpalatable) recommendation. Stick it up there with books like Native Son, or Ivan Denisovich, in that it covers some really ugly subject matter, but discusses a problem exceptionally well. And, in the 27 years since the novel was originally published, it has proved itself fairly prescient. It's not about the violence, it is an excellent discussion on the underlying psychology of toxic masculinity.

Now, the last time I mentioned Fight Club, someone immediately piped up with, “you've lost all credibility.” That's their problem, but I didn't actually define it, and it is a term that gets thrown around without being defined. Toxic masculinity refers specifically to an individual who cannot engage with their own emotions, particularly painful ones, in a healthy way, because they view those behaviors as effeminate. As a result, they respond aggressively and, or, violently. That's the toxic part. You get dumped. Your pet dies. You get passed over for a promotion at work. And, instead of dealing with that in a healthy way. In any healthy way. You go out into the world and try to make someone else suffer. That is toxic.

Unfortunately, Fight Club is not the grown up version of Calvin and Hobbes, though that is an amusing fan theory, and something that holds together better in the film thanks to Brad Pitt's costuming decisions.

I'm saying all of this to point out, the characters in Fight Club have no idea how to fight.

More than that, jeans are not light armor. Motorcycle leathers? Sure, those would be light armor. In fact, I'm pretty sure they're described as light armor in D20 modern. But, the only place I'd expect to see denim categorized as light armor is a game that used, “light armor,” for mage gear, “medium armor,” as rogue's leather and chain, and, “heavy armor,” as warrior gear. Which is to say, yeah, that's not how that works at all.

The problem with jeans as armor is, they're really bad at it. Someone with a crowbar? Yeah, jeans aren't going to do anything about that. Someone with an axe? I've heard about the aftermath, it was not pretty. Against a sword? Nope. Against a knife? Personal experience says the knife will win without issue. In an underground fighting arena against someone driving a shin kick into your knee? Yeah, your jeans may look fine after the fact, but you're probably not using that leg again anytime soon.

But, that RPG comment made something click together a little, so back to footwear for a second.

Why would someone wear boots? Now, personally, I wear motorcycle boots in my day to day life. Not because I'm a rider, but because I find them more comfortable and convenient than normal dress shoes, and so long as I keep them buffed out, they pass for men's dress shoes at a glance. The interesting thing about this is that my heel has a wide, flat, block of wood under it at all times. If it was a matter of life and death, I could probably grind off a significant chunk of my heel bringing a bike to a stop without suffering any injury. Now, I bring this up, because driving 200-300lbs of force behind a sharply edged wooden mallet into your unarmored instep will not improve your agility.

In the real world, armor doesn't work like D&D. There's no equivalent exchange between mobility and being able to soak a hit. (And if you think there's an irony in substituting a term from one RPG for another... well, yeah. You're not wrong.) If you think someone's going to stomp on your foot, bring steel toed boots. What you lose in agility today, you make up for in your ability to walk without a cane tomorrow.

The paradox of humans is that we are both stupidly resilient, and horrifically fragile, at the same time. Now, at this point, I do want to say something genuinely nice to you, even if it sounds a tiny bit condescending. You've never looked at another person as 150-250lbs of ambulatory meat and considered the best way to take them apart with your hands. And you know what? That is a good thing. Embrace that, and don't let go, because never finding yourself in that kind of a place is a credit to you, and the world you've been able to live in.

All of that said, fighting another human being is not a workout. It's engineering. You're looking at an organic machine with roughly the same parts and pieces you have, and your goal is to make that machine stop thrashing around, screaming, and leaking on everything, before it does the same to you. It's not better. It's not worse. It's different, and it comes with different considerations. You don't dress to look good or stay comfortable, you dress to avoid life altering injuries if at all possible.

Competitive fighting does land at a meeting point of these two considerations however. The fighter wants to come out intact, the sponsors want good show, one that will draw an audience. This leads to things like fighting in a sports bra. Yes, it may be the most, “agile,” option, but if you're going to be in a fist fight, a heavy leather jacket, preferably one with fiberglass plates may not breathe, but it will take far more abuse than your body can. (Actually, I think sometimes the inserts are made out of memory foam these days, which should also take a hit pretty effectively, especially against an unarmed foe.)

This isn't a major issue, but it is something to consider, when thinking about the temperature of the arena, it's important to remember that human body heat in a crowded space is somewhat cumulative. So, a room that starts out at around 60 degrees, could easily warm up to a comfortable temperature once the spectators are present. There's actually consistent math for calculating what you should set the thermostat for in an amphitheater when it's unoccupied so that the temperature is comfortable when the seats are filled, but I can't remember the numbers, and can't find it on short notice.

You do bring up a good point, the original Anon did not specify what kind of gloves were used. I assumed those were nominally regulation boxing gloves, but those could be something like the UFC gloves from a couple decades back, that left the fingers exposed while armoring the knuckles. The armor on those gloves allowed the wearer to inflict all kinds of horrific injuries on one's foes. In an event Michi is quite happy to recount, her younger brother almost lost an eye to a skull fracture from one of those during a poorly supervised sparring bout. It's fairly credible to suggest that an illegal fight club might use those simply to excite the crowds with actual bloodshed.

Now, as someone who has worked in shipping, I know full well that sometimes boxes do hit back. However, they are the exception rather than the rule. There's nothing wrong with practicing on punching bags, but boxes aren't trying to break you. At worst, they may just want to take a nap on the floor without regard to whether you're in the way or not. Live opponents? They're looking at you as however many pounds of meat machinery, and trying to end you. Looking good doesn't make their job harder, but armoring up does.

Anyway, like I said to the original Anon, nothing in their explanation was outright wrong. A lot of it was non-optimal, but not to such a degree as to shatter belief. The mistake you're making, and I really do say this with respect, is that you're looking at it like any other physical activity. As I said, combat is not a work out. Combat as a hazardous environment beyond the reach of OSHA. You wear protective gear (if you can) because that protection may be the difference between walking out alive and (basically) unharmed, or never walking again. You wouldn't (or at least, really shouldn't) take a bike out on the freeway at 60mph in jeans and a tees, you really don't want to get in a fight wearing them either.

-Starke

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death/dark feederism story

Coles cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment as Ronnie followed behind him through the Walmart parking lot. It had been over 4 years since he had been anywhere near his old town and being back here 300 pounds fatter than he was the last time was like some kind of fantasy and embarrassing nightmare rolled into one. It didn’t help that Ronnie had put on a great show for his old work place. Ronnie and Cole had been in a relationship for over 4 years and theres was definitely not the typical one. Cole was Ronnie’s feedee. They were monogamous, lived together, and were in a committed relationship but they were not a “couple”. The relationship dynamic was too skewed for Cole to be considered his boyfriend in Ronnie’s opinion. He was his feedee, his piggy and his property. They had first met on an extreme gaining forum centered around death feederism and hit it off instantly. Cole moved half way across the country and became Ronnie’s live in feedee spending all day under his feeders care and had blown up from a already hefty 280 pound stoner nerd to a nearly 600 pound wheezing hog that was on the verge of immobility.

Ronnie had decided to celebrate the upcoming milestone with something special. “I want to take you back to your home town piggy, I want people who used to know you to not even recognize you. I want to live out all those fap fantasies you had in the bedroom with me.” Cole was nervous, as hot as the idea of public humiliation was he also dreaded the idea of an old friend seeing him in his current state but it didn’t change the fact he was immensely turned on by the idea and was helpless to serving his feeder. He had been conditioned to be a good piggy.

When they first arrived in town Ronnie had went straight to Walmart, Coles last job before he had left town. Normally Cole would use a walker to go anywhere but Ronnie made him struggle from the handicap van spot in front of the doors to the entrance where he had parked one of the stores mobility scooters and the probably no more than 30 foot walk had Cole pouring sweat and hyperventilating. Ronnie had been sure to dress him in the tightest smallest tank top and sweat shorts Cole had that showed off his melted ice cream cone figure as much as possible. Amazingly nobody in the store did recognize Cole but he was a spectacle none the less. Ronnie had been sure to load Coles mobility scooters basket up with the most fattening treats on the shelf. At one point Ronnie had stopped in the aisle and cracked a two liter of rootbeer and unwrapped two snack cakes “baby you don’t look so good, here eat these to feel better. You need some food in you”. A few aisles later and a few more suggested snack cakes and Cole had polished off the whole two liter and family sized box of chocolate covered Twinkie’s. The whole trip through the store was mortifying to Cole but amazing aswell. The feeling of submission to his feeder was intoxicating, he felt like a helpless fat pet and loved it.

When they were back in the van Ronnie had a final destination in mind before they left town. They had hit up multiple fast food joints, Ronnie wanted a spread that would look outrageous and eye catching. Before they had gotten out of the van and loaded Cole in his bariatric wheelchair they kept in the back for any sort of travel further than across a buffet parking lot Ronnie had rolled up Coles tank top and tucked it under his moobs fashioning it into a belly shirt. He pulled his sagging gut out of his shorts and let if flop heavily over the waist band of Coles way too small sweat shorts “comfy piggy? Get that belly ready because I’m going to stuff you hard. Everyone is going to watch you swell up like a blimp for me”. Cole was too nervous and excited to say much besides “ok” sheepishly as he felt his stomach pool across his lap and the warm summer breeze on his exposed stretch mark covered gut. Ronnie wheeled Cole to a pavilion in the middle of the park, people were around walking their dogs and playing in the park but nobody has really seemed to notice the two of them. Leaving him at the table with a couple bags of McDonalds and Burger King Ronnie gave him a firm smack and jiggle on his stomach before deeply kissing him “okay piggy I’m going to get the rest of the food from the van and we will start in a minute” as Ronnie walked away Cole looked down almost appearing naked in his vision past the rolled up tank top seeing nothing but wheel chair and pale stretch marked cellulite.

“Cole?!” as soon as he heard it his already food filled stomach dropped “oh my god, is that you?” He closed his eyes for a moment trying to become invisible “it is you!” He opened his eyes in time to see two women appear from around the side of the chair into view and Cole recognized one of them immediately. It was a very short term girlfriend from high school named Bree. Cole was speechless for a moment before finally simply saying “uhh hi”. Bree and the girl both stood staring wide eyed barley even trying to hide their disgust and amusement. “What happened to you? I wouldn’t have even recognized you if I didn’t remember your tattoo!” She said not even beating around the bush “are you okay? I knew you were a bit heavy before but you look ready to pop now!”. Cole stammered for a response “uhh yeah I put on a lot of weight, I had a medical” but was cut off as Ronnie walked up and introduced himself.

“Well hello, do you guys know Cole?” He said as he walked over and placed the other bags of fast food before putting a hand on Coles shoulder. “Yeah I was friends back in high school with him but I hadn’t seen him since then, hardly recognized him.” She said still grinning and looking in pure amazement at how fat Cole was. “Oh yeah Cole has put on alot of weight, I hardly recognize old photos of him when we first got together. He really blew up” Ronnie said reaching down and squeezing a fat roll on his stomach. “Oh are you his boyfriend? I didn’t know he was gay” Bree said looking at all the food on the table. “Oh no I’m his feeder” Ronnie said proudly as Cole felt his cheeks turning red. “His what?” Bree said laughing. Ronnie grinned looking at his piggy trapped like a fat whale as they talked about him like live stock “his feeder, it’s a fetish that is about weight gain. He’s a submissive to me and I make him fatter. I’ve put almost 300 pounds on him and we are trying to get him as fat as possible.” Ronnie grinned looking at their amazement. “Wow, I don’t really know what to say to that” Bree said wide mouthed at the sight before her. Ronnie just smiled back at her “well if you guys are done catching up he needs to eat” before going back to Cole “Okay piggy you hungry? Because I’m going to stuff you until you are ready to pop baby”. Bree and her friend laughed and jeered as Ronnie stuffed burger after burger into his piggy.

Looking up Cole seen them snapping pictures and taking cell phone videos knowing this would be all over their Facebook pages for everyone in his hometown to see. “Feed me make me so huge I break my wheel chair!” Cole moaned “I need to grow for you!” Cole let out wild snort and swallowed the food as fast as he could as he felt more dominated than he ever had before and he loved it. “I hope he has to bring me in a bariatric bed to the park next year” Cole thought as more messy gobs of burger and mayonnaise were shoved into his bulging cheeks.

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Can I hear some headcanons for Lilith and Drugia? :>

I'll do my best to explain my headcanons. Quick heads up- I might say something that doesn't make any sense so I apologize in advance 😵‍💫

Drugia

She and her soul-eater husband are one of the first occupants of the Astral Circle building. While she doesn't have any personal hatred towards humans, she likes to mess them up by invading into their dreams and create their worst nightmares for own twisted pleasure. She control the magic orbs that allows her to spy on the victims' activities and once she identified what fears them the most, she will take every opportunity to make their nightmares as hellish as possible. Drugia is part of Yog's circle of allies. He often asked for her alliance in case he needs more blood to consume and more pets/brides to abduct. The vampire pays her with human souls in exchange, much to her husband's delight.

Lilith

She and her twin sister's natural beauty are frequently compared to Yan Luo's but their powers are as level as the common ritualists in Astral Circle markets, so they're not as popular as the Princess of Death. She has practiced witchcraft all her life by making enchanted potions, and any type of incantations. (She charges her clients per one magic spell) Lilith is good friends with most of the ritualists, and has maintained a healthy rivalry with them, (mainly Zoth) and seeks mentorship when needed. While her human counterpart is more of an extrovert, Lilith is the opposite. She prefers to work by herself and is not fond of showing off her talent. She is also more of a neutral one towards humans.

Here is a bonus one:

Teutates

Teutates (or Teu, as he's called by some of his peers) is one of the newest occupants in Astral Circle building. Because of his cold and ruthless demeanor, he earned the title of becoming one of the most feared beings in all of Astral Circle. While he does not hesitate to annihilate any humans (regardless of their race and gender), he does not find any enjoyment of any kind of torture, and prefers to finish the job quickly. (He can commit merciful killing the handicapped if needed.) He is professionally trained both in gun and knife combat, much like his human counterpart Steven, but he is more of an assassin rather than a soldier. Like Drugia, he is also part of Yog's circle of allies. He may have done something controversial that causes Yog to lose his trust towards him, but they've eventually made an agreement to not bring up their personal agenda into their work moving forward.

Do you guys like these type of headcanons? Feel free to leave a comment 🙂