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berylallee · 1 year
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I finally animated him, this half-demon has been living rent-free in my head for years
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renmackree · 7 months
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based on my Tumblr post
Rating: Explicit for Depiction of Violence
Word Count: 74,500
Tags: Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf) || Alternate Universe - High School || Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age || Full Shift Werewolves || Werewolf Mates || Alternative Werewolf Lore || Twilight Parody || Graphic Description || Pack Dynamics || Pack Family || No Kate Argent || Rimming || Switching || Dirty Talk || Blow Jobs || Knotting || Minor Character Death || Outdoor Sex || Happy Ending
For: @sterekyrround August prompts: “Transfer Student!Stiles & "Secretly Supernatural!Derek” and “Party” events.
Part 3 of the Moonlight Saga - Part 1 Here; Part 2 Here;
Summary: Stiles had more than his fair share of near-death experiences; they weren't really something you ever forgot or grew used to. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like he was marked for disaster. He had continued to escape by the skin of his teeth, yet it kept coming back. But this time was different. or Eclipse and Breaking Dawn but Teen Wolf
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jeonwonwoo · 10 months
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SUNGHOON 210108 ☁️ LET ME IN (20 CUBE)
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exandrian-moonlight · 5 months
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so um anybody know who these are? they're standing to the left of Bertrand and Eshteross in the red storm...
edit: I have been informed in the replies they are the Lumas Twins. Thanks y'all! Totally forgot about them lol
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shadowzgather · 2 months
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💋 { also hands over negaduck to morgana }
All it takes is a sprinkle of magic to make him float wit to her eye level. Morgana captured his cheeks in her hands as she brings him closer for a deep and passionate kiss, sparing a moment to steal his hat off his head and stroke his head. She then floated him back down to his feet gently and adjusted his hat back on to his head. "Don't get caught out there to day, Gosalyn will worry." Morgana told him, her fingers gliding over her bill softly as she let go of him.
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If we're on the train of ace solidarity, I'm also ace! Aro-ace actually, so don't worry about feeling alone :D
Congrats on the gender btw
shfjdkfk 🥺😭 thank youuu aaa you're Also in my notes all the time and i feel so appreciated, i hope all of y'all don't feel alone either.
also dhfjfjkw thanks, always nice when people read my tags. i've labeled myself with Transgender for awhile now, but genderqueer just fits better i feel bc i haven't done anything to transition in anyway. i... can't fully express how much this community i have here online means to me and does for me. i've always been secluded all my life thanks to growing up in a cult and being homeschooled. i didn't really get into the world until 3 years ago now when i finally got out. and i've deleted all my other socials; tumblrs all i got. so, anyway, long winded way to say everyone here means so much to me. i love y'all. thanks for helping me feel loved n noticed and like i matter.
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connectkrp · 2 years
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❛ YOUNGJAE, THANK YOU FOR CONNECTING WITH US! ♡
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sparrowofrhiannon · 2 months
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SPELL ON YOU, I
WARNINGS: soft jake! x femme reader (no mention of gender.) rough kissing, f receiving oral, m receiving oral, mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT GUYS!!), face fucking, edging, orgasm denial, slight cockwarming (if you squint??), choking, Jake’s old blue jeans
“I put a spell on you, cause you’re mine.”
The whole rest of the night started with his hands on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, ragged breaths and shallow breathing being the only noise in the room other than the occasional creak of the mattress. You didn’t really remember how this happened, drunk on a few too many glasses of wine that was way too expensive for you to even guess the price of.
“What’re ya lookin’ at?” he tilts his head, chestnut hair cascading down his perfectly sculpted face, he slurs slightly, tipsy as ever. “Look at me, c’mon now.” he grabs your chin, turning it to him, his lips pursed.
Your eyes hit his in the dark of the bedroom, the party downstairs still roaring on. His chocolatey brown eyes looking almost black in the mooonlight, you shift your eyes down, and his grip goes from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes in warning, puffing out a breath of air. “I said look at me.” he practically whines.
You chuckle at his neediness, never meeting a man in one night who whines to get his way. It’s cute, soft, you think to yourself. “Please?” he begs sweetly, his hands traveling down your thighs, he huffs again, frustrated at the feeling of fabric. “Please, please?”
“Fuck! Fine, you’re whiny,” you spit out, immediately feeling bad as he pulls away slightly, his gaze lowering. “No, no, no.” you cup his cheeks, pulling him in to kiss him sweetly. He parts his mouth, opening it kindly as you lick into it. He groans slightly, his hand going down to palm himself through his shitty blue jeans you’ve seen at every party, doesn’t he even have another pair? You shake that thought out of your head as he lifts your shirt up, his hands squeezing at your sides.
He breaks the kiss, picking you up lazily and dropping you onto the bed, you chuckle slightly, wincing at his roughness. He winks stupidly, making you roll your eyes as he slots his knee in between your thighs, returning his lips to yours. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling his chest to yours, the chains around his neck cooling your burning skin.
He lifts himself up, sitting on his knees. “You want them off?” he gestures to his necklaces and you shake your head, chuckling.
“No, your shirt- can you take that off?” you ask him quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed asking as his eyes burn into yours.
“Only if I can take off your pants,” he winks, smirking just enough for you to notice.
You nod your head, lifting your hips, he takes his time, humming an old blues tune while he unclasps every button, zipping down the zipper. His thumbs dip under your underwear, rubbing circles into your smooth skin. “Soft.” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss just below your stomach.
You reach your hand down to his hair, twisting at his strands. You blush at his comment, turning your head away. But, just as it started, his touch stops. “Pretty baby, I said look at me.” he says more sternly than the last time. “I don’t wanna beg, jus’ need ya to look at me.”
You oblige, looking at him as he pulls your jeans down, throwing them to the side of the room, licking his lips as he looks at you. “God, ‘m so lucky.” he hums. “Can I give ‘er a kiss? Just a tiny one?” he asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes. His hand reaches to palm you, clothed just enough for him to feel frustrated.
When you stay still, he rubs his hand up your sides. “‘S okay, pretty thing. Just wanna kiss her hello.” he says, a sly grin forming on his face, your eyes go to the ever growing dimple on his face, sighing.
“Need a yes.” he tuts as you buck your hips up.
“Yes- please do.” you whine, wiggling your hips, inching them closer to his pretty lips.
He chuckles at this, pulling the rubber band at his middle finger, wrapping his hair into a low bun as he looks again for confirmation. His lips part ever so slightly as he presses a kiss to your clothed clit, humming softly. “So pretty.”
He pauses, tilting his head up. “More?” he tilts his head like a lost puppy, if he had a tail it’d be wagging. You nod, grabbing his low bun and pushing him closer. He takes the hint and licks you through your underwear, your body jolting up as the tip of his tongue catches your clit. He chuckles again, hands places firmly on the insides of your thighs, thumbs burning circles into your skin.
“Like honey.” he comments. “Can I take them off? Please?” he looks back up at you, bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.
“Yeah, yeah, please.” you sigh breathily, nodding your head frantically.
He hooks his index finger under the hem, pulling them down while kissing down your thigh, once they’re fully off he folds them and shoves them into his back pocket, smirking. You know you’ll never get those back. His thumb reaches up back to the inside of your thigh, firmly gripping to keep you parted. “Fingers too? Just my tongue?”
“Anything- fuck- anything please.” you whine, hands balling at the sheets below you, knuckles white.
“Mhmm.” he hums, darting his tongue back and taking a slow, drawn out lick from the bottom of your pussy to the top of your clit, he breaks away, licking his lips to savor the taste. “Fuck, have you ever tasted yourself?” he asks curiously.
You shake your head at his question, in response he runs the tips of his ring and middle finger through your folds, standing up and brining them to your mouth. “C’mon, taste it.” he taunts, you shakily wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, humming at the salty-sweet taste.
“So good for me.” he hums, his thumb going down to rub at your cheek. He pecks your temple, descending down again.
His thumb finds your clit and rubs tight circles, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips, you snap your mouth shut and he stops. “Wanna hear you.” he says, licking into your entrance.
You buck your hips, rocking them, but he puts a stop to that, grip firm on your thighs. You whine slightly, his tongue fucking into you as his thumb rubs at your clit. He groans softly, adding to the sensation as his tongue vibrates inside you, your dominant hand moves from the sheets to his hair, pulling at his bun, accidentally undoing his rubber band. He doesn’t mind, too focused on you to even focus on his hair that’s starting to cling to his neck. You push him closer, he chuckles into you, making you yelp and buck your hips up.
He releases you, thumb still circling your clit as he licks his lips as clean as he can, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth and playing with your tongue. “Sound so pretty.” he mutters between kisses, making you blush.
“Baby,” you sigh, pulling his face closer, arms around his neck. “What about you?” you ask him, his lips still kissing you, muffling your words.
“I like it,” he chuckles, nipping and sucking at your throat, his tongue licking and soothing the wounds. “Fuck- you’re perfect, just perfect.” he purrs, his non dominant hand running up your stomach. You fight the urge to sit up and shove his face back down, the burning between your legs not soothed but teased by the slow circles around your clit.
“Please- please- just fucking-“ you rock your hips, frustrated at his slow, yet painful circles around your growing need.
“Shhh, baby, calm down- I��ll take care of ya, promise.” he hums, nipping at your collarbone with a cheeky grin, his thumb moving even slower.
“No, no, no, no!” you kick your feet, spreading your legs farther, hands balling into fists before banging against the mattress.
He grows frustrated at your small tantrum, pulling his hand away to wrap around your throat, squeezing tighter. “Fuckin’ brat.” he spits. “You’re gonna take what I’m givin’ you, and like it.” he demands, eyes boring into yours. You have the nerve to roll your eyes at him, making him groan and squeeze your throat again.
“Nuh-uh, honey.” he tuts. “You’re not five, I’m not gonna give you what you want if you throw a fuckin’ fit, baby. Gonna shut you up with my cock if you’re unhappy with what I’m givin’ you.”
Your eyes widen, not being used to being refused in this way, you open your mouth to speak but he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, resting them on top of your tongue. “Mh, no.” he hums, smiling devilishly.
“Please?” you beg, almost choking on his fingers as he shoves them further down your throat, gagging.
“Fine.” he sighs, pulling his fingers out of you, you sigh with relief. “I’ll give ya what you want, mkay?” you nod your head immediately, feeling slightly embarrassed at your desperate nature. But, you’ll do something, anything, for him to place his hands back where they were.
He pecks your lips, settling himself on his knees, he teases a finger inside, curling it. You gasp, arching your body off the bed, he lays his arm around your stomach in response, pinning you down. You grab at something, anything, your hands yet again going to his hair. He groans as you tug at his strands, sticking his tongue out to lick you.
He pulls away yet again, you wince. “C’mon, fuck yourself on my tongue, you gotta work for it.” he says, and you can tell he’s smiling, he fucking enjoys this.
You groan. “Please, just-“ you plead, pushing himself down, but, he doesn’t move, firm on his stance.
“You want it, you gotta pursue it.” he tuts, pulling his hand off your stomach, sticking his tongue back out. “Come on, ‘m waiting like a fuckin’ dog.”
You blush, cheeks rosy from arousal and embarrassment. You scoot yourself closer down the bed, your ass nearly hanging off, you pull his head down onto your pussy, freezing for a moment. His eyes dart to yours, checking to see if you’re okay. You nod, placing your other hand into his shoulder. You rut your lips on his tongue, he doesn’t even move it, making you more frustrated.
“Baby, please.” you pull his head back then push it forward, encouraging him to move his tongue. But, he doesn’t, and you rut your hips faster, feeling like a fucking dog. “Give me something, Anything.”
He relents, wiggling his face, his nose rubbing onto your clit. You moan in satisfaction, feeling the pit in your stomach bubble. “Yes, thankyou thankyou.” you rush out, your tone whiny.
He laughs, he fucking laughs at you. You whine, feeling yourself closer and closer. You tug at his hair, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling into your head. Right when you’re about to feel the band snap, your orgasm teetering on the ledge, he pulls himself away.
“No!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes. “No! Please! I wasn’t complaining- I was- I was-“
“Save the tears,” he sighs, rubbing the teardrops off of your cheekbones. “Whining like a dog, I’ll give you what you want.” he tuts. “But you’re gonna have to get it.”
You nod eagerly, raising yourself to your knees, you crawl to him, hands immediately fiddling with the button on his jeans. “Easy now.” he pets your head, craning his neck down to kiss the top of your head.
“Pretty baby, so so so pretty.” he coos, pulling the rest of his jeans down, stepping out of them and kicking the other side off.
Your eyes immediately beat down to his boxers, American Eagle navy blue boxers, his pretty pink tip resting just above the hem of his boxers. You lick your lips, eyes going to his. “Can I?” you ask him sweetly.
“Course, pretty, bet your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my cock? You want it?” he teases, his thumbs pulling the waistband down just enough for you to see an inch more.
You tug the rest of him down, his underwear resting on his thighs. Hands clammy with sweat, you wrap one around him, gasping at the girth. He chuckles, his hand going to the top of your head, rubbing circles with his thumb to encourage you.
“C’mon baby, I’m hurting here,” he groans, tugging at your hair.
You oblige, pressing a small peck onto his leaking tip, stroking him with your dominant hand, the other holding onto his thigh, anchoring yourself. You sink down onto him, remembering to breathe through your nose. He laid a soothing hand on your white knuckled left hand, rubbing it to let off pressure. You slowly relent, knowing that they’ll be crescent shaped indents left on his tan flesh. Deep and slow, you bobbed your head down onto his heavy flesh, in response he let out a deep, guttural sigh. “Just like that, ffuuuuuuck.” he pushes your head farther down, you gag, immediately he softens his grip.
“Mhm, mhm, yes, just like that.” he groans, throwing his head back, you can feel him twitch inside you, he gulps, pulling at the roots of your hair.
He pulls you off of him, your mouth making on obscene pop. “No more, I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, too pretty for that.” he slurs, lust drunk on you. He taps your cheek. “Up, up.”
He craws on top of you, spreading your legs while he works the rest of his half buttoned down black button up. Coins rattling while his fingers shakily work down his shirt. He pulls it off, letting it fall from his arms down to the floor. Then, he pulls your shirt off, pushing you down to kiss along your stomach, pecking up your stomach, he murmured sweet nothings.
“God you’re gorgeous.”
“You smell pretty.”
“So soft.”
“Sweet thing.”
He reaches your collarbones, sucking at the tender skin he already bit, darting his tongue out to lick the wounds and soothe them. “You ready?” he asks sweetly.
“Yes, fuck, please.” you nod eagerly, bucking your hips up, sighing when you don’t get any friction.
Placing his hands on your hips, he flips you over onto your stomach, tapping your thighs. “Look at that.” he grabs your chin, callused hand pointing you towards the vanity mirror on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart down, blushing stupidly. He shakes his head, “Look.” he demands, softly at first “Look!” he says again, sharper this time.
You raise your eyes up, his hands at your sides, rubbing up and down your body, feeling your stomach, squeezing your thighs. “Want you to watch, see what I’m doing to you.” he sighs, bending his body in half to rest his chest on your back, nipping the shell of your ear. You shudder, nodding your head in agreement.
He cranes your face closer to his, pecking the corner of your lips before meeting you on the middle, giving you a sweet yet sloppy kiss. “Gonna fuck you, how do you want it?” he slurs, eyes half lidded, a dopey smile playing at his lips.
“Just- give it to me.” you demand, whining.
He chuckles, kissing your shoulder. “M’kay, I’ll take it slow.” he coos. “Gonna be rough, ‘s that okay?”
“Mhm.” you hum, wiggling your hips. His hands knead the flesh of your hips, letting go of one hand, he places it between his legs, pushing himself into you.
He watches you shudder, holding himself as still as possible. He caresses one hand around your stomach, holding you in place, kissing all over your shoulder. Thumb rubbing under your bellybutton, he whispers, “Can I move?”
Nodding, you chuckle somewhat. “Yeah, thanks.” you blush, a small smile playing on your lips at his care.
He pulls your back to his chest, chains of his necklaces dangling and clinking with each other. He slowly pulls out almost all the way, making you wince, but he slowly slides himself back in. “You feel incredible.” he sighs, pecking at your temple, hand wrapped around your throat. “Jus’ look at you, fuckin’ goddess.” His thumb swipes just above your jawline, craning your face to the mirror. Your hair a mess, eyeliner smudged down your face, panting like a dog.
You meet his eyes in the mirror, taking him in, his lips parted, eyes half lidded, tan skin damp and shiny with sweat. He picks up his pace, hand wrapped tighter around your throat, left hand still soothing circles into your stomach. “C’mon, baby, tell me you’re pretty.” he whispers into your ear, lips grazing the shell.
When you don’t respond, he pounds into you more forcefully. “I said, tell me you’re pretty.” he groans, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder.
“I’m pretty.” you pant out, one hand going to the back of his thigh and the other over his hand on your stomach, trying to keep balance.
“Fuck, you’re so good, so sweet.” he hums, kissing along your shoulder, sucking and biting. “Play with you clit, ‘m so close, so sorry.” he whines, brows furrowed, sweat beading and falling from his forehead.
You chuckle at his apology, tilting your head to the side to catch his lips. He hums in delight, kissing you deeply, tongue melding with yours. Your hand reaches down and rubs feverish circles into your clit, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the edge, and you know the same is true for him with the way he’s twitching inside you, rhythm faltering.
you grab at the hair on the back of his head, pulling it, he groans gutturally, biting his lip to soothe the pain. “Fuck- fuckingshit.” he tries his best to continue his rhythm, wanting to get you there first.
You come undone, but he holds you still, guiding you through it, hands still firmly around you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Shit.” you sigh out, eyes rolling back in pure ecstacy.
You wince when he pulls out, his hand immediately going to finish himself off, spilling onto you back in ropes. Catching his breath, he kisses your shoulder, lifting himself off of you. “Gonna get a towel.” he explains, rushing over to the connected bathroom, the water running.
He returns with a black washcloth, wiping himself off you, handing you another clean cloth to wipe the sweat off your body as he uses the same wash cloth to clean off his dick, slowly softening.
“Thank you,” you flip over to look at him, wiping yourself off, shuddering at the sudden coldness of the room.
He pulls his pants and boxers back up, fastening the button. “You see my shirt?” he chuckles, looking around the room until you find it half tucked under the bed, throwing it his direction. “Thanks.” he smiles softly, pulling the sleeves over his arms.
He helps put your pants back on, then your shirt, kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back, you rest here.” he says softly.
“Wait.” you grip his wrist. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
“It’s Jake.” Jake winks, walking out the bedroom door.
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heladodecerezq · 6 months
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A Vow
PLATONIC Moon Knight System (Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector) x Reader
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Author’s Note: N/A
Type: Restored
Description: He's sworn you to secrecy as he mooonlights his work for their patron god. But as you continue to take care of Jake Lockley when he comes home battered, you find find yourself desperate to ease their pain.
Word Count: 899
Warnings: Blood, mild to moderate depictions of injuries,
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Friday evenings offered much by way of respite and the coveted promise of the weekend, a few days where there was no work, no classes, and no waking up at some ungodly hour. There was time squared away for rest, recuperation and your personal choice of enjoyment. But after a week chock-full of deadlines, endless assignments, and serving grade-A assholes at the local café, you wanted nothing more than to sleep for as long as your body would let you. 
Once home and without much care you shirked off your school clothes in favor of sweatpants and an oversized-tee. Rolling yourself into the blankets on your bed, you closed your eyes, allowing the weight of exhaustion to start to lull you into a much needed slumber. 
“OYE!”
Your eyes shot open as the front door to the apartment burst open. 
“Could you grab us the medical kit!?”
“Coming!” You called back, trying not to sound as annoyed as you truly felt. 
Trudging out of your bedroom you pulled the kit out from under the bathroom sink, dragging it with you to where Jake Lockley lay sprawled out on the living room couch. 
“Gracias.” Judging by his voice alone, and how he wheezed and strained himself, you were in for a few hours of work piecing your father back together. 
“Keep your head still.” You ordered, wiping away the blood and grime from Jake’s exposed skin. “...Y’know the others are gonna notice sooner or later if you keep this up.”
“Chingate güey.” He rolled his eyes, letting out a pained groan. “It’s their fault for abandoning our god.”
Jake spoke with a finality, letting you know to drop the subject before he became truly pissed off. You yearned to speak your mind, to break the silence Jake Lockley had sworn you to that night, several years ago, when he came crawling past the threshold of your home, gravely wounded, but with that casual grin still plastered on his face. 
That god of his was supposed to heal their body, keep them safe when they were placed in harm’s way on his accord…
 So then why were you picking up his godly slack?
Half-awake, you shoved all of the treated bloody clothing and towels into the wash, giving your father a moment to himself. As you once again, laid down in your bed, you could see that your own clothing had been quite soiled, with their blood having given your shirt and pants a darkened hue. 
Pressing your face into a pillow, you let out a muffled scream. 
You had been able to keep everything in thursfar, the tears the frustrated sobs, but even in the privacy of your own room, finally letting go felt traitorous. 
“There is no shame in crying, little one.”
The voice with all its alarming and deep resonance silenced your cries at once.
“Oh, please. Don’t stop on my account.”
Sitting up in your bed, you could see the subject of your grief looming in the corner. The barren sockets of his skull somehow observing you with considerable interest. Against your better senses, your anger was promptly redirected. 
“You! You’re supposed to be keeping him safe! All of them!” Jumping off the mattress, you stormed over to the moon god, still staying a few feet away. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get them killed.”
Khonshu chuckled, leaning on the length of his staff. “Observant.” He said softly. “And…you would be somewhat correct in your line of thinking. Marc, and that vile insect Steven rejected my generous offer. Once could say I am still grieving that loss.”
“So you’re just not going to heal them when they really need it!?”
Taking a step forward, Khonshu towered over you, overwhelming you with his sheer presence. 
“They are still ALIVE, are they not, little bug?”
There was little else you could argue against such a truthful statement; had it not been for Khonshu, your fathers might have died long ago. From every angle it appeared to be quite the tumultuous symbiotic relationship, meaning it would be a hell of a lot easier to just select another avatar…
“Oh? Are you offering yourself then?” Tilting his head to one side, the ancient god reached out, cupping your face gently. “Your thoughts are quite loud, child.”
Trying to maintain what was left of your composure, you concentrated on your breathing. “I didn’t mean…I just…Why…Why don’t you just choose another?”
His arm dropped back to his side. “Choosing an avatar relies on acceptance. There is a degree of compliance that needs to be met.”
So it was a matter of will. 
Not strength, or wit and tact; not that you lacked in those regards; you were simply not the fearsome warrior like two of your fathers. Khonshu had no plans to reject the idea of your taking on the helm outright; in fact he seemed rather pleased at the thought. 
If it would keep your fathers from coming home to you battered and broken, if you could go another day without piecing their flesh together, and worrying they might not come home next time, then the risk was well worth it. 
With childlike courage that bordered on arrogance, you looked at Khonshu in earnest. 
“If you will have me,” you said with your head held high, “I would like to step in my fathers’ place.”
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pinkydevil16 · 1 year
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Sunshine Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen reader; part 5
"Whose my handsome baby." Y/n smiled as she scratched at Cannibal's chin, him huffing at her calling him a baby.
"You love it don't be so rude." She giggled at him, Cannibal closing his eyes resting his head gently down tilting as to indicate he wanted to be scratched more. No one could understand how the great beast let her claim him, he had slaughtered so many who tried in his long lifespan as well as killing and eating many dragons. And yet everyone watched far away as the princess of only 13 laid against the dragon, scratching the underside of his chin and speaking to him as though he were a house cat. She spent most her days with her dragon now Aemond was preoccupied with his duties, she had learnt her septa would not follow her down to the dragon pit so as long as she stayed there, she could do as she pleased. 
Aemond was learning everything he could to be the best suit for the throne, his brother too busy drowning himself in wine and whores. His older sister pushing out heirs two years after their marriage although everyone knew Aegon only visited when he was drunk and lonely. He sighed as he laid in bed, his mother had scolded him for always sleeping in Y/n's room, it was inappropriate for a young lady and could ruin her for marriage prospects. He did not care for the idea of her being married to some disgusting lord who would pump her full of children and demand more land in return for them. He despised how everyone watched his sister as she grew to be a young woman, she was his twin, they were made for each other not to be shared with those who did not appreciate her. As he began to fall asleep Aegon stumbled into his room.
"Get up brother i have something to show you." He slurred pulling Aemond from his bed. The two walked the streets, Aemond irritated as he was dragged by the older boy but curious as to what he wanted. Approaching a large building Aemond rolled his eyes as Aegon knocked. A lady in sheer clothing smiling at his brother before letting the two in. Aegon requesting their finest woman to attend to his brother, Aemond scowled at two women hung off his arms
"Time to get it wet brother." Aegon laughed as he hurried the three into a room and taking his leave to have his fill of whores. Aemond did not know what to do as the women taught him how to please a woman and himself, his thoughts full of Y/n.
When Aemond finally managed to drag Aegon from the whore house he threatened his brother to never speak of it, Y/n could not find out he did not want her to think of him as she did Aegon. She did not think of him badly, truly she did not see anyone as awful, but she was aware of his activities. Aegon would ask her to join him sometimes in his drunken stare but she would only smile and help him to bed. Whispering sweet things and showing him the love and affection he craved from his mother. The two were not close but she held a pure brotherly love towards him, seeing him much how she saw her dragon, lonely and wanting to be loved. Aemond never understood how she saw him for anything but a drunken fool who wanted her to warm his bed but Aegon had never touched her. 
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spiderrrling · 2 years
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Heyyy can you make an Eddie fanfic where Eddie and fem reader are grown up and married and they have a little daughter who’s probably like 2 or 3 and for Father’s Day reader takes the kid to a pottery painting place and the kid paints a mug or something for Eddie and he loves it so much and uses it everyday
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There was one tradition Eddie had decided to keep up even after he moved out of his uncle's trailer, the obsessive collection of mugs. It was the one thing Eddie was absolutely incessant about having. And while your collection was nowhere close to the size Eddie and Wayne had, it was still quite sizable after the past few years of collecting together.
Which is how your kitchen had gone from looking at least semi normal, to becoming a museum of mugs from seemingly every corner of the world. Wherever you went, if they had mugs you could expect at least one of them to come home with you.
But there was one mug that Eddie used more than any else, and one he would never ever be able to exchange for anything else. The mug with a completely lopsided handle, an uneven brim, and clumsy flowers and words painted on it.
It is his absolute favourite mug in the whole entire world, and nothing would ever be able to replace it. That is unless she makes him a new one next year.
The mug had been his first official fathers day present from his little munchkin that she had made all on her own, with just a little bit of help from you.
Which in all honesty was a mess of clay and paint, but little Violet had been so proud of it when she was done and she couldn’t wait to give it to her daddy.
Wrapped in crooked and half torn colourful wrapping paper, and a card she drew all by herself with her small box of crayons.
The look on Eddie’s face when he unwrapped the mug was absolutely priceless, and every time after he used that mug for his morning coffee a bit of that smile returned to his face. And he was so proud of it, knowing that it was his mug that Violet had made for him absolutely made his heart swell.
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dragon-kazansky · 2 years
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Dancing in the moonlight
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Part of the Murder Bird series
Gender neutral reader
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It's late. You're standing on the rooftop with Khonshu. He stands close to you, but he does not look at you. That's OK though. He is holding your hand.
He had sent word out to Anubis. Something only Anubis would understand.
You waited.
"This is what I like to see."
You both turn around sharply. Anubis leans against the door to the rooftop. He is still wearing his sleek black suit. His mouth is bared into a grin.
"Anubis..."
Khonshu can't deny the smile on your face. There was trust here. You in Anubis, and he in you. He did trust you.
"You have my permission."
Anubis pushes away from the door and and takes a step forward. He stands just as tall as your friend. His head turns to you.
You nod at him.
"That's what I like to hear."
One hand rises from his side, he crooks one long finger at you and you let go off Khonshu's hand. He is slightly reluctant to let go, but he does so.
You step forward.
"Do you agree to serve as my avatar either until my use of you is done, or your circumstances change?"
"I do."
"Do you agree to being justice by my hand and serve as my reaper? To bring an end to those who deserve it?"
"I do."
"Do you agree to join with Khonshu and his avatar and work with them when they need us?"
You look at Khonshu.
"I do."
Khonshu holds his head up a little higher.
"Come to me," Anubis says, holding out his long crooked paw like hand to you.
You turn back to the Jackal and reach out, placing your hand in his, though yours is much smaller. Anubis closes his hand around you.
"Awaken, my reaper."
Head tilt back, you accept his power, his strength. Your eyes flash purple.
Anubis grins.
Khonshu watches you carefully.
As you turn back to the moon god, your outfit changed into the black get up Anubis gave you as his avatar.
"It is done."
Anubis let's go of your hand and let's you return to Khonshu. You smile up at him.
"Together," you tell him.
"Together."
Anubis grins, teeth glinting in the moonlight.
Things were about to get interesting from here.
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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year
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baby scarab || 60.5
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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : read my most recent post for updates on bs and stuff
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
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in which it's max's birthday and  the bs family decides to mail her gifts.
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y/n had made a friend online.
max, her bestie on tumblr, her birthday being december 22nd.
y/n decided she wanted to mail her gifts, which she needed her parents help for.
"so why are you sending gifts to someone you've never met?" marc asks, skeptical as he follows his daughter around the thrift store.
"because. she's nice to me AND we share common interests" you point out, and he sighs.
"do you even know what she looks like?"
"no"
jake chuckles at marc's expression, confused but intrigued.
"i thinks it's nice you're getting your friend a gift, just as long as she doesn't track you down and murder you" steven says and you smile.
"oh it's okay, she lives in my walls"
"no, she doesn't. if there was someone in our walls i'd know" marc practically brags.
"sure" you blink.
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you decided on getting max an arcane plush of jinx, and a stuffed rat.
you know why.
now on the whole trip, you had explained exactly who max was to you to your dads, they decided to get a little something for her too.
jake got her two little plush cats, one black and one a calico to match pedro and luna.
steven decided to gift her one of his many pyramid paper weights that he got from a paper weight shop.
and marc just gave her cold hard cash, claiming he's terrible at giving gifts.
you packaged it all up and decided to write a note for her too.
you didn't know if max knew how much she meant to you, so you hoped this would make sense to her.
'to max,
i don't know if you already know this, but you're the best online friend i've ever had. we may have never seen each others faces, and possibly never will, but i don't need to to tell that you're such an amazing person. you've been with me since the start basically, and i am so happy that you've stuck around. i will always support everything you do from your fan art to your writing. i really do love you, and hope you're doing well, and being the best version of yourself.
much love, y/n'
you slipped the note in an envelope and stuck it to the package.
marc had volunteered to take it to the post office to mail to max.
here's the thing, she didn't know you knew where she lived.
so it'll be quite the surprise.
but just like you were laylas little scarab, max was always going to be your rat child.
forever and always.
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A/N : HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!!! @m4xedout i hope you have the bestest birthday ever!! i love you so much
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mayalaranss · 7 months
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mooonlighters webcomic i think about you every day...
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marc-spectorr · 2 years
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hey friends! i just wanna ask about your thoughts on something, especially to those part of my fic taglist.
i’ve been doing lots of headcanon/blurbs/drabbles lately and i’m curious if you’d be interested in a “weekly wrap up of stuff i’ve written” (i’ll come up with a better name for it i promise). basically at the end of each week, i’ll link all of the work i’ve shared in a masterlist post so that no one misses anything. i’ll also be tagging the readers on my list that way they’re updated too :)
idek is this a good idea? let me know lol
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shitpostingiris · 2 years
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Hey guys!
I am so sorry for my small little hiatus on the fics. A lot has been doing on in my life and my job has me working like a mf. I’ll be writing some chapters for the current fics tonight hopefully. Get a few Written ahead of time and post them every other day.
I took vacation 9-11th so I’ll be putting out a shit ton of stuff those three days so be prepared for that! Have a few one shots and prompts written up. If any of you guys have an idea of a fic you’d like written just inbox me or comment!
Again I am so sorry for not updating!
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