#my little void-touched bean

[mogwaei]

Ouroboros, Agent of Fen’Harel. A nobody witch and failed knight. And a wee bit Void-touched. [fic]

[destinyandcoins]

bruh idk what's the damage on all those spiteful writers who have to have a twist ending and change shit at the last minute when people guess what's going on. when someone speculates about an upcoming twist or catches on to what I've been doing I light up like the fucking vegas strip at dusk

[roryculkinsgf]

million dollar man // coriolanus snow

Description: Christmast Eve with breadwinner Coriolanus Snow, taking care of his future wife

TW: smut, dom!coryo, housewife!reader, controlling over the reader, praise kink

Word count: 1.5k

(English isn't my first language, and I do not own the characters)

One for the money,

two for the show, 

I love you, honey,

I'm ready to go...

Round Christmas time everything seems  a bit too busy, crowded streets and malls. People on every corner, not single free space to live. The world just turns that way as soon as November comes around. There's no exception for the chaos, not even in Capitol. City created and ruled by the cruel men who swore to be good, failing audibly after their proud hearts wished for power over ordinary human beings. Many rebels wished to tear this fucked up system down, district citizens buried themselves in fear and your boyfriend wasnt making it any better. A boy who once promised to destroy the bad, turned himself right into the dead void. Heart beating, blood pumping, but oh kindness faded by those who dared to doubt. He became a living corpse, only one who bring warmth into his existence was you. Each time you wanted to leave for better, you came running back. Something very wrong seemed like a drug in him, but before you could realize, your addiction became deadly. Merry Christmas, I guess?

"Morning, sweetheart," he splashed a kiss into your cheek. His hands grabbed you by your waist in a dominant manner. He kinda liked to show off his control, except not just kinda and mostly over you. "Morning, Coriolanus." Soft moan spilled into his mouth when he squeezed your little butt. You could hear as he kissed your neck, muffled words of "all mine". Normally you'd probably let him go on and bend you over the kitchen desk, but it was Christmas Eve today, and he simply has to wait. 

"Not now, Coryo..s-stop..." you whimpered at the feeling of him taking the best of you. His hand was moving lower by the slowest pace posssible. His fingers slipped into your underwer, you closed your eyes. One single slick by your soft spot and suddenly he wasn't touching you at all. 

When you opened your eyes, he was holding a cup and sipping the bitter-sweet liquid from it. Nothing about his expression mentioned the fact that you two almost did it. "What are you staring at, m'lady? It's you who told me to stop, remember? And you've got work to do anyway. Get into it, for me." He ordered with a smug grin not long before he walked to his office, ready to let you prepare for this whole day all by yourself. You were the housemaker afterall, not him. And you have to make sure your man is  pleased, it's your job.

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"God Lord, Y/n...I've never eaten such a food in my life. That ham, and the mashed potatoes. Don't even get me started on the casserole, somehow you made me love green beans, princess. You're one hell of a cook, know I'm keeping you forever." There was simply no way to stop his praises. Damn well you knew you deserved them, you worked you ass off. The dishes you prepared were strange to you, yet familiar after each smile he gave you when he took the first bite. Seeing him fulfilled was all you needed.

"Thank you so much, Coryo. I made sure to prepare the best dinner I could manage, and as I see it payed off quite well, didn't it?" A warm smile filled your cheeks. He coudln't resist to reach his hand to your face, fingers delicately stroking your flushed skin. "Are you so red just for me, princess? You're such a pretty little sweet thing." 

Kisses splanded all over your lips, washing you over with passion. His brain got foggy just from the pureness of you, the redness of your skin each second. Because as they passed, he kept pulling you closer and closer, until no forces could ever possibly seperate you. His arms held you, shield from blood and flesh, the good feeling of being protected and elogiezed by a man. You gave in. No one could ever have you as much as he did, you sure know that.

Rough lips bruised your neck, leaving tumescent spots for you to admire tomorrow. Long way along your collarbone, shoulders. You were becoming his each moment, the world belonged to you two and he rulled every way that Earth dared to orbit for you. 

Part of the sky crashed when he rougly pushed you against the kitchen table. Your chin met a set of ceramic bowls fillled with food. Few glasses, wine and regular ones slipped when you pulled at the fancy cloth, what was shiny got poured over with all sorts of things. The great scent of food turned into a gross mess when a pot ringed as it hit the floor. Soup was flooding all over the dining room and you wanted to cry. No, you wanted to grab your shit-ass boyfriend by his shirt and choke him to death for daring to ruin hours of your hard work.

The sound of him rolling his eyes filled the room. "You're gonna clean that later, now be pretty and good for me. You know you can, darling." He massaged your ass under that mini skirt he made you wear. Big manly hand squeezed you until you felt incredibly helpless and small. He enjoyed he could boss you around, do anything to your tired body, play with you however he wanted to. And so he did. 

"Let me get you dolled up." From his pocket he pulled a thin fabric, wasting no time he began twisting it around your thighs, legs, butt even. It was a red ribbon, you didn't even process when he layed it over your wet pussy. 

"W-what's that for?" You couldn't understand. "Just...preparing a gift for myself, so fucking soft and all mine." He dropped right to his knees, as he pushed his face in between your butt cheeks. digging deep in he made a way across your pussy with his tongue. Somehow he was on you, in you. Digging into you, and you could feel heat all over yourself. His nails kept you in your place as he ate you out. Seeming like a starved man, he couldn't just get enough of his future wife. You were even more pressed against the table than before, nothing to muffle your moans against. Whispers echoed throughout the whole room, his pride and ego expanding with each sound.

"C-coryo..." You whimpered audibly. Closing your eyes so hard, shutting them in pleasure thinking they might not even ever open again. You couldn't stop grasping at the cloth, not until his face switched to two long fingers. He stood up and with one arm pinned you against himself, with other he got lost inside of you deep. "Shhh... princess, my pretty girl. You better get that pussy stretched out good, before I fuck you hm? Be good and let me  prepare you for me, mkay?" Despite your body shaking you nodded to his words. You could hear him purr. "That's my girl."

More minutes passed, you felt already fucked out. Brain soggy and legs trembling, all wet from how much he overstimulated you. When he pulled out, he braught his hand to your face. "Taste yourself, love. Go on." With your tongue you licked all the silky substance off. Each lick drawn made his pants tighten even more. His dick was begging to be touched, to be taken care of. 

Even if it embarassed you all too well, his will to be in charge and the bigger one just took over you. "Master, please... I... need you. S-so bad..." you whispered. Hot breath brushed around your neck. "Oh, I know you do, my princess." He unziped his pants. "You're always such a fuck-doll for me, sweetie." His dick slid out is boxers, standing in pride and arousal. "Want your master to fuck you pretty now?" He already teased your clit by fucking into the space between your thighs and pussy. "Mhm.." You whimpered. "Oh, but honey you know I need words. Tell me what you want and consider it done. Hm?" You sighed and breathed out all your self-respect into the heavy air with the  words: "Yes, please fuck me, master. Deep and hard, I can take it all for you."

"Such a good girl," He whispered as his cock slipped right into you. Precum softened the first thrust, but the ones following braught your face to red. He couldn't help but smack at your bare flesh, like fucking you wide opened wasn't enough. Like he needed to feel you all around, in his hands, in his whole power. And fuck it, let's be honest, you liked that. Each firm thrust that just felt like a crack into your body, every hit, every moan that vocalized from his mouth, his thumb massaging your tiny clit. Surrounded by torturing pleasure, you let him make this the most unforgettable Christmas of all your lives.

[aylish91]

Ok so you are one of my favorite writers and I've been wanting to request this for awhile but wanted to wait until you aren't bombarded

Can you write a small drabble of either reaper or error or both giving cuddles (or whatever you think they'd give sense error has hephophobia and in some au's reaper kills what he touches) or them just comforting reader

No worries if not, I hope you have an amazing day and your work always makes me smile and I look forward to seeing what you post :)

Aaawe! Thank you so much! It makes me so happy that you like my writing!

I made an Error drabble for you! Somehow cuddles also turned into confessions though, so I hope that's okay. I will have to drag out my Reaper boy after I get the other requests done for ya.

I'm sure he would love to come out and play~ ; )

Confessions

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Error?”

The only indication your friend had heard you were the huff of air and sideways glance he sent your way.

You were tired. So very very tired. You tried not to lean more into his side.

“Sometimes, when I look at you, I just want... I just want to kiss you. You make living in this dying world worth it.” When all was silent except for the increasing buzz of glitches, you pressed forward to put the metaphorical nail in your coffin.

“I think I love you.”

A choking sound.

“W-w-wHaT?!

You fell asleep to the sound of one of his stuttering crashes. You didn’t want to think about how embarrassing your admission was. You hadn’t even bothered to look at him the whole time you had sleepily drawled your confession. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same, the guy only used this place to vent and hide away for a bit. But, you needed to get it off your chest. Your world was on its last leg and there was no telling if you’d ever get another chance before it all ended.

Perhaps that had been a mistake.

…

One month, three days.

You hadn’t seen or heard from him for one month and three days.

It hurt, but a part of you was almost glad. It saved you from whatever rejection he was going to come up with. As it was, you doubted it even mattered. Your world had finally given out. The void was calling, and no man was going to stop it from claiming what it was owed.

Everything felt disembodied and heavy as reality disappeared around you. All you could do was close your eyes one last time and sleep, knowing full well there would be no tomorrow to wake up to.

At least near the end, you had someone who made it worth it.

…

“p-PiX-xeL-L-l !!!”

…

Warmth was the first thing that you took note of. A pleasant, perfect warmth. The kind that makes you never want to move again because you and the universe had aligned while you’d slept. The next thing you noticed was the rhythmic rise and fall going on beneath you. It was enough to ignore it for a while, but eventually, your confused curiosity got the better of you. Stirring, you opened your eyes and looked around.

Everything was glaringly white as far as the eye could see outside of the little area you were in. Familiar blue strings draped down in droves around you, some connected to little skeleton dolls, while others held glowing cartoonish hearts. Looking down, you found you were sunk into a giant bean bag chair. But that wasn’t all.

Directly beneath you, without your usual blanket barrier, was your missing bone friend. He had you pressed against his chest, one hand on your back while the other rested on your waist. It was the first time in the whole history of your friendship that you had ever had so much of yourself touching him.

Your heart thudded within your chest. Glancing up at his face, you froze.

Error, the Destroyer, stared down at you, yawning then... pulling you... closer...

“Either get up, or stop move-moving, Pixel.”

…

Pixel?

You were so confused!

Where were the angry glitchy shouts? Where was the gnashing of teeth while he pushed you away? Where were the threats of violence and death or those tight blue strings?

He sighed, looking away. “Don’t think-k-k about it. I only saved you out of bor-ordom.”

Of course! You were alive! Gaping back, emotion squeezed at your chest. 

“You saved-but what about… you said…"

His grip tightened, an annoyed growl rumbling in his chest. “I changed my mind! It’s n-n-not like I LoVe yOu too.”

Oh. Oh!

It all clicked.

Pressing your face back against his chest, you clung to him with the goofiest of grins, your overjoyed laughter muffled by the soft fabric of his sweater. “You dumb stupid bastard.”

“Hey!”

“Never change.”

He didn’t seem to know what to say or do with that, quietly letting you finish laughing while he slowly relaxed back into the bean bag. You in turn melted more into him, knowing now he was more than okay with you. 

You wanted to laugh more, maybe even cry as you absorbed all that was him.

Error had other ideas.

After a long while of silence, he took a steadying breath, shakily lifting a hand to slowly run his fingers through your hair. You let him, enjoying the closeness and sensation it left on your scalp. You were glad he seemed more than content with your cuddle pile.

It was enough to almost lull you back to sleep until you caught his soft muttering above you. 

“…You’re… soft.”

It made you giggle again, allowing yourself to snuggle even further into his warmth. “Thank you. I love you too.”

You could feel more than see as a surplus of error symbols formed around him and his face glowed. “I, you-ou-ou! Shut up!”

You only smiled up at him.

Life was going to be quite the adventure from this moment on. 

You couldn’t wait to share it with him.

[taki118]

Some tips for Ace/Aro characters in fandom

I've been seeing this discourse again and I dunno I kinda wanna scream my opinions into the void as an older asexual who just tired of this.

There's this weird thought that if a character is Ace/Aro its like you can't ship the character or do sexy things with them and thats not really true, its entirely dependent on the character and you just need to offer them some more thought/care than you would an Allo character/relationship.

(Also you people saying you can't ship this cause one character is ace/aro and totally not cause it directly competes with your preferred ship I see you you ain't sneaky, trying to act holier than thou nonsense)

So you got an Ace/Aro cannon character and are wondering if it's ok to ship them, well here's a question has the character expressed a strong desire to NOT be in a relationship? If yes then yeah don't ship them. IF however their opinion has not been revealed or if they just seem passive then go right ahead you aren't going against the character and plenty of Ace/Aro people do want partnerships.

Now you might be thinking "Oh so I can just do what I normally do with my ships right?" Mhhmmmmm maybe there are aspects to Ace/Aro relationships that don't differ from Allo relationships but there are more that do. You need to really look at your character and how they approach things much more carefully than you would an Allo if you don't want to erase their Ace/Aro-ness. Example say the character is rather touch adverse you shouldn't then depict them clinging to another character instead show affection in tinier ways or show that they are doing this despite their discomfort for the other character.

Another thing to avoid is focusing too much on the relationship, if you go too hard on the not having an interest before this person it can come off like they "Fixed" their ace/aro-ness and kinda borderlines a fetishy area. Avoid statements like "I never felt this way until you" and go for something more casual like "It doesn't matter to me but you do"

And here's the part people really care about ughhhhh sex. Yes Ace/Aro people can have sex some even want sex so depicting an Ace/Aro character doing sexy things isn't necessarily erasure again so long as you depict it with CARE. Again if the character in question has directly stated they are sex repulsed for all that is holy do NOT have them have sex unless you put in a LOT of work into (aka not for those new to this) But if the character is more disinterested then you can have them do sexy things so long as it doesn't cause like a seismic shift in how they view sex, don't make it "Wow this is amazing I never knew" and lean more towards "It wasn't so bad with you" Again it all comes down to the character themselves so like pay attention.

Also try to avoid the who innocent bean thing like they aren't interested therefor they know NOTHING about sex, like yes it depends on the character but if you do this too much and too like cutesy it can come off like a virgin fetish or infantilizing.

Finally yes you can depict Ace/Aro characters in sexy ways (this is more for Ace characters but I wanna cover my bases with people) but again it depends on the character some aces like to look and feel sexy they just don't like sex and others don't want to be sexualized at all, for others its a case by case bases, again if it is something the character would do or hasn't said anything its fair game.

There's no way this covers everything really what important is just learning about Ace/Aro people and putting just a little more effort in when handling them. You can still have fun with them, still ship them, being Ace/Aro is not the death sentence some in fandom make it out to be, it can even lead to different and fun dynamics you hadn't considered or explored before.

[deadmomjokes]

How is the bean doing? Any new adventures?

She is... okay. She's having a lot of resurging issues that we have previously worked through in the past, and I'm inclined to think it's her EOE acting up again combined with the reality of moving finally settling in. Moving during the summer is ideal in some ways, because it doesn't disrupt a strict schedule; but in others its super hard, because there's no schedule to jump back into, and summertime can be an agonizingly long, timeless void of boredom. We're getting more settled, but still in the void for now. I think it's getting to her.

She's getting a lot more clingy, and some of her bedtime anxiety is coming back. She's also having issues with food again, and I can't tell how much is psychological and how much is her condition. We're going super strict again on the things we've identified in her diet that tend to trigger flare ups in the hope that it'll calm down somewhat and get her back to eating more (and more diversely).

She has had some fun times, though. She LOVES how Grandma is close enough to come play some days. We also rode the Metro, and she was beside herself with glee. Our Metro ride took us to a museum that was super overwhelming, but we also got to go to the zoo and see birds, including flamingos, which are her favorite.

Speaking of birds, we got to take her to a shop that specializes in birds, and she got to touch a parrot in real life. That had been on her list of Need To Dos for a while: "Touch a bird for real." She was a little nervous when the time actually came to pet the bird, probably because she saw it nibbling on my fingers, but the beak was occupied with Mama's hand, so she was able to gently stroke the back of the head, and that satisfied her. She expresses pure delight in either fits of hyena-like laughter, or very quiet contentment, and this was a time for the latter. She spent maybe 3 seconds total touching the bird, but she is still talking about it a month later because she met a bird and touched it, and it talked at her, and for a kid who is currently VERY obsessed with birds, that was all a Very Big Deal.

I'm hoping the coming weeks will have more positive experiences for her so that she's in her best headspace for going into Kindergarten (i'm still not ready 😭). But we went and let her pick out her backpack and lunch box, and we got big sparkly letter stickers to put her name on them, and she seems mostly hype and only a little concern, so that's good.

[rems-writing]

Ateez and Kirby

This list includes the members as Kirby characters. I totally wasn't inspired by old memories of playing the Kirby games lol anyways. This will include games I played on my old DS and my Switch lol

@blossomnet

@mirohs-aurora-society

Hongjoong - Dyna Blade

In Kirby Super Star Ultra, Dyna Blade is a huge colorful bird that will do anything to protect her children. You can fight her after fighting King Dedede in Spring Breeze. Hongjoong is similar to Dyna Blade since he'd do anything for his fellow bandmates kids. His hair has undergone so many color changes. I don't know how his scalp is holding up lol I'm surprised he hasn't pulled a Sehun yet. Only Yunho lol

Seonghwa - Dark Nebula

Originally, I had him for Dyna Blade since he was told he looked like an angry bird back in the days plus he's more motherly so it would make sense. However, I remember that his name roughly means to be a star and his name backwards means Mars. In relation to this galaxy themed thing we got going on here, I decided to choose Dark Nebula. Dark Nebula is the final boss in Kirby Squeak Squad. He's a huge black star with a single pink eye in the middle who gave Daroach ultimate power towards the end of the game. Seonghwa's long black hair is literally giving me life ever since I saw those Coachella pics and vids so I wouldn't be surprised if he put on pink eye contacts and cosplayed as his own version of Dark Nebula. Sometimes, even the brightest stars can suck you in.

Yunho - Void Termina

Void Termina is the final boss in Kirby Star Allies. I honestly had no context behind this other than the fact that Yunho is tall and big and scary only when he's mad though.

Yeosang - King Dedede

Yeosang literally looks like a fucking prince so it shouldn't be a suprise that he's King Dedede. I still remember that one video where he was able to hammer down a shit ton of nails in mere seconds. Homie is strong af so I'm sure he'll be able to swing around that huge hammer that Dedede has.

San - Marx/Marx Soul

Oof. I remember fighting Marx in Milky Way Wishes. He was this innocent little bean until he revealed his plans to control Pop Star and he turned demonic after that. This is literally San when you plant him on stage. Marx Soul is utterly fucking worse and I remember having major difficulty fighting him. I feel like demon mode San fits perfectly with Marx Soul. His stage presence is insane. Marx insane lol

Mingi - Galacta Knight

This motherfucker has had pink hair and now has white hair so I decided to put him as Galacta Knight. In addition, when I imagine Galacta Knight as a human, I envision a tall man with huge angel wings sticking out his back and the tips touching the floor, the white shield with the huge pink star in the middle roughly being the same size as Captain America's shield, the pink lance being larger than life, and the mask covering his entire face so you only see the sharp wolf eyes through that mask slit. Yeah I envision Mingi being the human version of Galacta Knight. Will he have his short pink hair or long white hair though? It's up to the imagination ig lol

Wooyoung - Kirby

You cannot fucking tell me that this man is the personification of Kirby. He's just a sweet boy with a huge damn mouth. He is softness and cuteness personified. The only difference is that he doesn't inhale everything in his path. He only screams. Maybe he can inhale San's di-

Jongho - Meta Knight

Ngl, I originally thought of Mingi being Meta Knight since he's my ult and Meta Knight is my favorite Kirby character of all time. However, I remember playing Meta Knightmare Ultra and this one scene popped up. Galacta Nova asked Meta Knight what his one wish was and of course, in true lone swordsman fashion, Meta Knight answered that he only wishes to grow stronger. In that Vanity Fair video, Jongho revealed that he was born with power and as he talked, he exuded that damn power. That's when I knew that he was more fit for Meta Knight rather than Mingi. Also, now I'm imagining Jongho as the human version of Meta Knight with his lilac hair and hands gripping Galaxia (the name of Meta Knight's gold sword) with that 49.1 kg strength, and piercing yellow eyes through the mask. In addition, I now want Jongho to dye his hair an indigo color since technically, Meta Knight's Kirby form is indigo colored in the DS version of the Kirby games.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Juno Moore | Infamous Second Son OC

Content warning: people generally being shitty about conduits

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“…why are we not more concerned about the fact that something went very, very wrong within our biological spectrum that put this into our lives? This is a spliced together species under microscope, not a naturally occurring thing that just happens. Even if it was, certainly not to good people.”

The voice sliced through the stillness of the house, notes of arsenic-laced honey penetrating the walls that shielded Juno, ignoring the insubstantial lock that had been removed and applied time and time again, a pull and tug of wills that kept Juno sleeping with one eye open at night. The sound rattled through her skull, the venom driving deeper into her consciousness, causing her to curl up tighter under her blanket.

“No, no, that’s what you don’t understand, they’re animals. Those fucking bio-terrorists aren’t human. You’ve heard what they’re capable of. Oh come on, Cheryl, don’t believe everything you hear—you know you can’t trust that channel. No, of course I don’t know any—Jesus Christ, Cheryl, you think I’d let something like that in my home?”

Juno ran her fingertips over her wrist, letting the slightest line of black spread over her skin, which faded into deep shades of cerulean, curling into fern-like tendrils on her skin. It was so easy to lose herself as the pattern spread, wrapping itself up her hand, whispering along her fingers, her own little world unfurling beneath her touch.

A door slams somewhere in the house, too close, rattling the wall against Juno’s bed, and the swirls of paint dash away into oblivion, all traces vanished. The hammering of her heart echos that of the door, betraying her sleeping form, jolting shards of adrenaline race through her body.

“You okay?”

“Hey, Juno, sweetheart, everything good?”

Juno’s eyes dart open, the smell of the espresso in her hand flooding her senses, the high pitched whine of coffee beans grinding planting her firmly back on earth, the sunlight filtering through the windows filling the void of memory. Wild blue eyes fall on the older woman next to her, warm caramel colored eyes glancing over at Juno with the same kind of warmth as a hot drink on a cold winter’s morning. It was that same warmth that Sarah treated each and every customer with, and kept them returning for more. She could remember the order of every usual that came in for their morning cup of coffee without fail, and on more than one occasion, had snuck a bag of muffins into Juno’s backpack when she saw that Juno wasn’t having the best of days.

“Yeah,” comes the breathless reply. No.

“I just, I….”

The words fall out of Juno, as she stands listlessly, arms at her side in the perfect image of a person broken. She tries to hide the way her lips go numb, the way her muscles tremble, the way oceans roar in her ears. But she can’t. She never could. Her body remembered the ghost of a hand across her face, but it never arrives.

Instead, a warm arm wraps around her, pulling her into the woman’s embrace, a reassuring rub on Juno’s shoulder. The softness of the gesture was enough, more than enough, and gold filled Juno through her entire body like sunlight personified.

“It’s alright, kiddo,” the woman gently consoled. “Whatever’s got you down will pass. You got this.”

[severussnapedamagedlove]

Chapt 22: The Wrong Place

[feyd rautha harkonnen x OC] [Dune]

These two gifs are the general vibe ❤❤

Here's a glance at the chapter⏬

Feyd ordered breakfast a second time in my chambers. The spread presented to me as my meal was equally disappointing as the first. I stared at a pair of bulged eyes atop a long scaly fish, pickled eggs, mushed bean paste, and a Harkonnen favorite, pickled eyes.

My stomach soured to the point of pain as I observed each selection.

“What is this that you have served me?” I scowled.

If he was still trying to amend the fracture in our relationship, this was not aiding him.

“Your staff used to serve you some of these things. To ensure you were healthy. Now that we know for sure, you should feed your body what it needs before it withers away. You are so small.”

“My staff did not feed me eggs or eyes, Feyd.”

“We had to be subtle then.”

My hands dropped the teacup to the table. “You have plotted with my staff.”

He shrugged. “It was more of a hint that you would be with child soon and to take extra care.”

Yet another reminder of his betrayal.

I begrudgingly ate the beans and eggs - though it was a struggle to swallow the egg once its chewy texture touched my tongue. The fish and eyes were pushed to him. My nose could not bear the smell. The idea of eating them was…unbearable.

“Just how long did you intend to hide this from me?” I questioned between swallows of cooked oats and grains. His eyes followed the motions of my utensils, which tempted my urge to yell.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he marveled like a smitten puppy.

I frowned. “I do not feel beautiful when I feel like this. It’s disgusting and the only thing I want to do is make it disappear.”

“Good, isn’t it?”

Both of my hands slammed down.

“No. It’s not good, Feyd.” I shook my head. “How can you adore this emotion? I’m so sick and tired and feel slimey. Is this how you want to feel forever?”

He read my face for a moment, and the awe was promptly tucked away.

He propped a palm against the tabletop as he spoke. “Explain it to me.”

“If you don’t understand it-.”

“I don’t,” he interjected. “But I want to. I see it vexes you. That is not what I want to make you feel. I’m a man of pleasures.”

I rolled my eyes. Leave it to him to bring it back to that topic.

“I don’t need reminding,” I sighed.

“Your pleasures.” He smirked. “My lady is the only one I pleasure. Now tell me, why pain is not good? How does it feel to you? It is an agony to endure, but there is no sudden relief when it’s done that excites you?”

Pain.

It was the only language he spoke.

But, that was pain he survived. Pain, he endured.

That high, I could understand. It was not for me.

But, with how little true connection he had to people, what did it matter if people were in pain? In fact, their pain meant only good things for him. He was rewarded, praised. As I considered it now, I saw how he associated killing someone as a task done to receive a reward.

Eventually, the rewards ran dry. The wants diminished, and the void still demanded feeding.

I knew that reality all too well.

A breath slipped through my pursed lips. Floods of fear - now loose from the containment I’d kept them locked away in for so long - injected into my blood. I felt its hot ice all throughout me. The desire to run, to scream, to close my eyes and pretend it all away.

Feyd deserved to learn it from someone. Even if it was too late to feel.

[lady-of-imladris]

Results of the "Where would you hide a Silmaril" post!!!

Hello everyone, sorry this took a while. But here are the results of this post. PLEASE READ THE UNHINGED RANDOM ONES. I will put them [HERE] in a separate post, as well as at the bottom of this post.

There will be charts for nice data representation (I used pie charts because I was taught NOT to use them and... fuck the rules)

We had a hot total of 127 people who either commented or reblogged with their opinion in the tags. Thank you to everyone who participated!!

Here are the numbers

31: give it to them

1 draw a sad face on it

1 in exchange for marriage proposal

2 in exchange for money

1 “I’m not dying for Feanor’s kidney stone”

1 in exchange for protection

11: body of water

5: people who accused me of having a silmaril

9: eat

after 23 hours

eaten by dog

6: volcano

7: NSFW edition

my ass

“up my… no I shouldn’t say it… the ocean”

“… either they wouldn’t look there or I’d have a good time while they’re looking

“I can’t bring myself to say it”

“In my pussy. Those gayboys wouldnt have the guts to retrieve it. Thank god Celegorm isnt in the picture”

“In my pussy. Sorry but 2 fine af war criminals in my house??! sorry not sorry daddy”

“I’d rather not say what my first thought was”

4: nope, not touching that

And now for the unhinged answers:

Here are the numbers:

54 unhinged answers:

5: Higher entity

“Give it to melkor because good luck getting it from that guy”

Ulmo

Tom Bombadil

Bilbo [Yes he counts as a higher entity]

Yavanna

3: Mess

Brother’s room

Wardrobe of the boys’ room (underneath lego)

Deepest darkest part of the woodshed

5: object permanence (it will disappear on its own)

parents’ basement between tomato sauce and baked beans

“I’d probably just lose it anyway”

“Wherever my left sock is”

“One of my “safe places”. It magically disappears within 24 hours”

“My special powers would kick in and it would never be found”

4: Proximity (hide it where they least suspect it. Close to them.)

Reverse pickpocket one of them

Maedhros’ underwear drawer

Near a Feanorian house

Under their own floorboards

2: cast it into the void

11: Urban

Hospital storage room

Toronto union station (a literal maze due to construction)

Go to a carnical and replace one of the lightbulbs with it

Gravel mine

Archives of a museum

“School or McDonalds, neither of these places feel like they exist on the mortal plane”

Bell tower

2: Ball pit

The trash

A random train station

Flush it down the toilet

4: Angband or Valinor

Bury it underneath the roots of the two tees

give it to Cirdan so he ships it off to valinor

3: Wear it

2: Wear it as a necklace

“Wear it and pspsp the Feanorians, dying in the process of trying to pet them”

RANDOM

Rig my house with cameras, assemble all light sources and plug them in, hide the silmaril inside a lamp, withdraw to a friend's place and watch them wander through my house like confused moths. Optional popcorn #noldor enrichment

Bury it in the garden with the potatoes. Good luck with the geese

Hide it in the middle of millions of other shiny rocks and run. Probably after drwaing a smiley on it

Feed it to a chicken and throw the chicken into the depths of khazad dum

Drive into a random direction and chuck it into a landfill

gollum-style underground, wrap it in a dozen bags and dump it into a deep but narrow crevice

Panic, try to eat it, spit it out, panic, dig a hole, throw myself into hole, panic, climb out, wait for them, throw it in their face while panicking

My pocket

Inside a washing machine, they would never look there

Wheel well of my heelies

Behind an army of therapists with a burning commitment to family gruop therapy. Either we'll scare them off or make some progress

Hand it to a little kid on the street

Inside a water mellon and say I gave it to a friend

British museum, god knows they'll never give it back-.

Box of tampons under the sink

inside a large rubber duck

Give it to deadpool

Buy a wedding dress and wait

Bring it to the shire. Even the Feanorians can't come after hobbits without looking like total dicks to a level even they aren't okay with

[pianocat939]

Can you try doing a yandere demon espresso cookie x reader please?

You cannot have a Halloween event without a demon post lmao. This is the first Espresso post btw.

I added 2 phrases in Latin in this (because demons and satanic rituals). The translations are listed below the outline but you can use Google translate if you want.

Just so there isn't a mixup, Espresso's pronouns are going to be "it" for the first part primarily because he doesn't properly introduce himself until later.

Tw: Demon, Demon summoning, Satanic Rituals, Blood (not written as strawberry jam), School anxiety, Anxiety while taking a test, Betrayal, Kidnapping(?)

Never Trust a Demon

School is infamously known for its strict expectations and horrible hours. It's not uncommon for people to complain about the workload and the hassle of maintaining satisfying grades. You were no different, striving to carry on a passing grade to ensure your passage.

Yet recent times, some of your classes have touched on puzzling topics that make you want to smack your head against a table. Your busy schedule left you hardly any time to study and learn, leaving you freaked out with the exam approaching closer each hour.

So after a lengthy timeframe of studying, you take a break, scrolling through a few Tumblr posts to spark motivation.

Right as you were about to skip a post that wasn't interesting. Its title stops you--"Summoning Demons."

You shouldn't believe in such things when you're on the verge of failing the upcoming exam, but it wouldn't hurt to read it, right? You extend the post, skimming through the words.

'Step One: Find a purpose.'

Purpose? The answer is obvious: the intention is to help with your neverending confusion about this subject.

'Step Two: Think of something with malicious energy, embrace it, and let your mind run its machinery.'

How freaky...Well, the school already has enough negative energy: too much malicious energy.

'Step Three: Continue thinking about the source while creating a simple star pentagram.'

You grab a piece of paper, subconsciously sketching a pentagram.

'Step Four: Speak the following words, "Daemonium voco te,”’

“Daemonium voco te,” you whisper, making the pentagram glow a fierce red. "Oh...It worked. Wait, it worked. It works?!" In disbelief, you back away from your desk, stunned by the sight before you.

From the small piece of parchment emerges a figure, its hair, and attire an ashen brown and black.

"Puny little mortal, why summon me?"

Its coffee bean-shaped eyes glared at you, seemingly unamused by your little stunt.

"I-I don't even know why I summoned you. I just found this Tumblr post and decided to follow it for fun." You stammer, still shaken by the monstrosity sitting on your desk.

"Well, clearly you had to have a reason to summon me. Otherwise, it wouldn't work in the first place."

For a few seconds, it's silent, only the ticking of a nearby clock fills the void.

"I've been struggling with school lately, maybe you can help me with that."

You stare at the unmoving demon, awaiting a response. It only looks back at you before bursting out in a wicked laugh.

"Help with school? My, my, you mortals really are powerless!"

You awkwardly wait for it to finish, fidgeting in boredom.

"Now, first things first. You need to make a contract with me if you want my assistance." It hops off the desk, strolling powerfully towards you.

Debating whether it's worthy enough to risk it, you question, "What kind of contract?"

"Simple. You need to drip a few drops of blood onto the contract, and it'll seal itself."

You back away from them, feeling cramped by the close proximity. "You obviously want something in return. What do you want from me?"

The entity pauses, pondering a reward for its work. "I want to watch your daily life for a month. It would greatly improve my research of life on the overworld."

It shouldn't be too bad, it's not like you're a serial killer or something. Besides, once it leaves, you'll never have to interact with it again. "Ok, let's do it."

"Alright, let me make the contract." It holds out its hands, a swirl of energy releasing from its palms. In a flash, the material forms into a glowing contract, levitating in the air in front of you.

"To seal the contract, a few drops of your blood must drip onto the paper. If you hold out your wrist: I can do it for you." It motions to the sharp claw on its hands.

"Don't kill me," you flip your arm to expose your wrist.

In a quick movement, it makes a small cut on the area, blood slowly oozing out. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt...Which is strange, extremely strange.

"I can numb small wounds."

The blood drips onto the luminescent parchment, sealing the deal. It rolls up and disappears as if never existed in the first place.

"Hey since you're sticking with me for a month, what's your name?"

It seems surprised, eyes slightly widened in shock. "Espresso." It mutters, looking away.

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Next week, you walk into the exam room, anxiety gnawing in your heart. You robotically sit down, trying to calm your discomfort.

'Hey, mortal stop freaking out. Remember I am here, I'll follow the contract as you decided.' Espresso's voice rang in your mind, seemingly annoyed.

Your anxiety weakened to some amount, but it still remained.

'Follow my instruction and you will be fine.'

The exam started, and the timer counting down. You read the first question, scanning over the phrases. Already it was confusing, the problem unable to be deciphered.

'Here's what you need to do.'

The answer starts to form on the desk, along with an explanation. You put in the answer, relief flowing through your veins.

For the rest of the exam, Espresso helped you, his voice keeping you level-headed.

Once you were home you call out, "Thanks for helping me today. I would've died from my own anxiety if it wasn't for you."

"You mortals really need to get your educational instruction checked. It's corrupted if you ask me."

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For the rest of the time, he follows you around, unseen by everything but yourself. He's often snarky, but his presence can be comforting sometimes. He mocks you and others, often saying that the overworld creatures are inefficient.

Recently though, you've noticed he's been less critical, even complimenting you on rare occasions.

He likes to watch you, but only when you're doing your everyday activities. Oddly enough, he hates it when you interact with friends. Grumbling about how you should use them for your own benefit.

Makes you wonder if he has no friends other than yourself (if you can be called friends). It saddens you, knowing that no one should ever be completely alone.

Now here you are, standing in front of him on the last day of the month.

"We break the contract today."

You nod, looking down at the floor. "Hey, I know it's the last day and all, but know that you can visit me whenever you want."

His head towards you, eyes wide in disbelief. "What? Are you insane? Why would you want a demon to visit you?"

You fidget with your hands for a moment before replying, "You look so lonely like you don't know what it's like to have a friend."

He freezes, breath shaky. "I can't deny that I'm not a happy one in the underworld." He admits, slowly grabbing one of your hands.

"You don't have to be sad anymore because you'll have me!" You chirp, cracking a smile.

"I suppose...Now, let's break that contract." He snaps his hand, the document appearing.

"All you need to do is let me burn the seal. Stand closer, that way, the process will be much quicker." Magic starts to conjure in his palms, as he did a month earlier.

You step forward, getting closer to him.

"Simus simul in aeternum." He chants, the contract burning away as he does so.

Suddenly, you begin to feel dizzy, vision slightly distorted. Your footing become tipsy, eventually leading you to kneel down.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, mortal?" He follows your actions, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You collapse, your consciousness fading away.

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You wake up in your room, head pounding with pain. All your surroundings are distorted, everything so familiar yet not.

"Awake I see?" A voice speaks, surrounding your very being.

You whimper, "Espresso?" You curl up in the blankets, scared of your environment.

"Hahaha, you really are a dumb little mortal, aren't you?" A shadowy figure walks in, hidden by the unlighted area.

"You're so gullible, so innocent, so unaware. I could have set the contract to kill you and you would have never known." They walk towards you, revealing themselves as Espresso.

"Where am I?"

"In the underworld, dearie. I changed the contract so that instead of only observing you for a month I can take you to the underworld after the original agreement."

Fear starts to crawl on your back, further making you shy away into the bed. "Why?"

"Because I adore you. You're so pure, and I wanted to crush it for myself. Those other people don't deserve you, only I do."

He grabs your chin, a wicked grin gracing his attractive features.

"You should never trust a demon."

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Daemonium voco te - Demon I summon you

Simus simul in aeternum - We are together forever

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Not me sleeping right before I I was going to post this lmao. Anyway, I’m going to do outlines for the Halloween event since it’s easier and I can post them faster. Which means more requests done.

- Celina

[handsomeamedee]

"oh…" a sigh accompanies a gentle feeling of something warm on your wrist. it almost feels like a mother’s kiss, but a few seconds later you find out that it’s just a warm ray of sun. you slightly touch your wrist with your fingertips and try to remember it as clear, as possible. you haven’t seen the sun for days. you try to reach it through the smoky air of the coffee shop. ironically enough, it’s Sunday. you’re standing at the counter, listening to the soft murmuring of customers. “Sun-day…” the word rolls off your tongue, as if it’s foreign. some strange feeling awakens deep inside of you. you look at an empty coffee cup with someone's name written on it. it starts with an “A”. the feeling of nostalgia grows and you go with the flow, forgetting where you are. the coffee shop is almost empty anyway. it helps your mind draw a completely different picture. there are no customers, only seagulls screaming high in the sky. the bittersweet smell of burnt coffee beans turns into the salty taste of ocean. the sand is tickling your back, as you lie on the beach and stare at the rising waves. the endless summer. your gaze wonders from person to person. it’s like you’re looking for something among freckled faces and sunburnt shoulders of strangers. then your eyes meet my pale ankles. they aren't touched by the sun and stand out from the rest. I can feel your glance running through my body with the shivers. you smile to me. I smile back with your favourite kind of smile. the one that will one day turn to something you hate the most. you try to make something out, but all you see is my porcelain ankles. the sun is at its peak, the birds are getting louder, and I feel something being born inside of me. it’s the feeling of a quiet peace, that usually takes place before a massive storm. you must have noticed the cracks in my smile back then, on the sandy beach. you must’ve known how it all will end.

“was it worth it?” – it’s the first thought I hear, humming in my head. the words are not mine, however. these thoughts belong to you. here I am, at the dusty attic of your subconscious. I’m sitting on the old bed, staring into the void. it’s kind of empty here and a bit of a mess. that's your least favourite room. the walls are grinning at me with faded pictures of our hands, bodies and… faces. it’s all a blur. I get up to come closer, taking a better look. the sun is smiling to me through the holes in the roof. the dust is waltzing around in the light and it's harder and harder to see anything at all, even our sparkly and young eyes. mine are brown, yours? the sun shines so bright that I cover my eyes with my hand. the stream of light dims a little. my gaze, like a stain of paint, is clinging on my wrist that is drowning in the stale air of this forbidden attic. “I can’t remember…” I watch my arm melt like sugar in hot water, along with memories of me in your head. it’s gone in seconds. I only feel a phantom lack of it and nothing else. suddenly I feel panic flowing over me. I try to hold on to something, anything at all: names of your cats; your soft moans, spilled all over the walls with pink paint; your quiet whisper in the morning, hanging in the corner like a thin spiderweb, or this shirt I got you as a gift, lying like a wounded bird on the floor, all crumpled up... “what was his name again? I think it began with an A” – the first letter of the alphabet becomes the last one, - “he used to have a spot on his left eye” my eyes are now just beams of April sunlight. they disappeared right after my crooked smile and my left hand. the door creaks and a sudden “oh” comes from what’s left of me. my final breath. the particles are swirling in the air, it’s no one here. must've been just a breeze… disappearing is always scary. but when it happens you don't regret a thing. my goodbye to you is your last thought of me: "that guy with a silly name..." finally, you find yourself standing at the same counter, caressing your wrist. the sun left this place. the forgotten name is shamefully burning on your tongue. so tell me. my name. what was it?

[aniah-who]

Because God is a Promise Keeper.

This is my boyfriend, Max— the guy who God had spoken to me about in the secret place and has been preparing me for for the past 3 years. This is who God has given me and he’s a pretty awesome bean. What God has spoken, what God has promised, will come to pass. None of His words will ever return to Him void, but will accomplish what He pleases and will prosper wherever He has sent it in the earth.

In April 2020, God told me I’d be getting married, and that year was full of many confirmations, though I didn’t yet know who my husband was.

In 2021, God told me who my husband was (Max), but I wavered in faith. I believed, then I doubted. Believed, doubted. Believed, doubted. And that doubt led to confusion, which God is not the author of.

In March 2022, full of frustration, I prayed to God about this one last time: “God, I’m tired of being confused. Please just make it clear to me. If Max is my husband, simply tell me yes or no; let the first page that I open to be “yes” or “no.” With confidence and desperation, I grabbed a Bible from my grandma’s closet, and with my eyes closed, opened it up. When I opened my eyes, the very first word that my eyes landed on was “yes” (Job 13 message translation). It was a little scary, but God left me amazed. From that day forward, I believed without wavering.

In March 2023, Max asked me to be his girlfriend, and I of course said yes.

Now it’s only a matter of time until we’re married just as God said we would be. When will it happen? That, I don’t know. But I believe God and I believe that I will see a performance of everything He’s ever promised me. Soon there will be a ring on my finger and I’ll be able to tell my full testimony of what God has done in my life regarding the promise of a kingdom marriage.

Who knows, maybe this time next year, I’ll be married.

I just wanted to share this for anyone who has been and still is waiting for God’s promise to come to pass in their life. He’s such a faithful God. It may seem like it’s been forever or that you’re never going to come out of the waiting room, but God is not slack concerning His promise, nor has He forgotten. Have faith in God and take advantage of your time in the waiting because God is still making the necessary arrangements and is adding in the last few touches. And in due time, you’ll see that the wait was worth it all along, because what God is about to do in your life will be exceeding abundantly above all that you could ask or think.

Isaiah 55:10-11 | KJV

10 For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:

11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Ephesians 3:20-21 | KJV

20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

21 Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.

[yanderemommabean]

“Can you do A wholesome SFW of Irris playing with his Webkinz? What are his favorite types?” - Bean commission

(Imma try my best! Not too familiar with Webkinz ^_^)

Irris knew he couldn’t chat with you while you were doing work. No phones allowed, no technology not approved of, and so on. It wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t ask to hack the system at work. Not yet anyway. He’ll just have to wait and kill the time, although counting the seconds to see you again is also an option!

He missed you deeply, and filling the void that your presence usually consumed was like pulling teeth almost. Nothing filled his senses as well as you did, nothing made his heart beat better and his mind feel at ease like you did. Irris is sure almost nothing else ever will!

But thankfully, you’ve shown him the joys of virtual pets. Usually he doesn’t explore cyberspace, just wanting to be next to you even if your device is off and in your pocket or backpack. The thought of not being there to greet you made his nerves frazzled and his chest heavy. You could be so sad if he wasn’t on screen on time!

But you assured him that he could do what he wanted when you weren’t around, and that he didn’t have to sit and wait like a loyal hound waiting for it’s master. (Although, he didn’t mind that one bit. Neither sides of his code would be upset at the idea of being your pet, awaiting praise and soft touches for being good for you. Only you).

You showed him a few sites to enjoy, smiling so beautifully when you watched him interact with the absolute treasures of the digital pets. From My Tamagotchi to My Singing Monsters, and even some indie pet games, Irris adored them all! And having the added perks of being able to manipulate the codes and binary, he could have all the coins and food needed to make every pet happy!

The one sight he loved the most was Webkinz.

He couldn’t logically explain! Truly he was under their adorable spell! His other side liked the Cthulhu online pet game more, having a more chaotic nature, but even they admitted that the Webkinz had an odd charm that was almost like a phenomenon.

Irris was in love with the cow ones especially. They were just the sweetest, cutest, softest babies anyone could ask for! They weren’t as sentient as him, but they knew he was a friend and always trotted up to him and nudged his hand for affection. Static tears always welled up in his eyes from their simple, innocent and trusting mind.

The cyber world doesn’t deserve them!

Every cow in the Webkinz database has been loved, groomed, fed and bathed by Irris numerous times! They always give him a lick or a kiss to show thanks, and he can’t help but want to bring them all back to your device to show you. However, sadly, that would cause the device to crash due to the amount he wants to bring, and the fact your device is a little too high tech for the cows to understand. Their most basic coding wouldn’t merge correctly unless he did some extensive work, and as much as he would love to do that, YOU come first.

Irris wants to save all his energy for manifesting outside of the digital world, but he’s getting stronger! One day he’ll be able to manifest outside for good, and bring every lovely digital pet to you for you both to love and adore! And if that doesn’t seem possible, then instead of him living in your world-

-You could one day live in his.

((I hope this was alright! I kinda panicked-typed it, thanks to the bean who commissioned me! Very sweet prompt! -Mommabean))

[bump1nthen1ght]

Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

[naamahdarling]

Ming

Big floof Sophie

And Nacho. Go ahead, touch the belly. He likes it!

My god they're all incredible!

Ming is a lovely little banked fire of a cat, full of embers and small flames.

Sophie is one of my favorite things: a Longhair Void. I don't know if I can explain why they make me so happy but they do. I want to hug every single one I see. Desperately.

Nacho is making quite an impression here, and I am absolutely delighted to hear that he doesn't mind if you touch his belly. Please tell me, did you name him nacho because of the giant triangular marking and his general cheese color?? Because that would be fantastic. I love the beans on that little back foot. I want to smush them gently.

These are all very good and you are very lucky to have so many wonderful cats in your life. I want to bother them all.