#oh how I love Dr. Fang

[crisis-on-infinite-batblogs]

Dr. Fang is my favorite 80’s Batman villain because they built him up for months and months to be the big bad kingpin of Gotham crime, but when Batman got bored of fighting him, they dropped his ass like algebra class.

Like his backstory was so unnecessarily flavor-blasted. He was a vampire, and then he was a Shakespearean actor, and then he was a heavyweight boxing champion. And this was all revealed over the course of like 2 issues. He spent one issue being horribly racist for NO REASON.

Then! Then!! Dr. Fang gets jealous and walks in on Batman fighting with a badder, cooler villain… AND HE IS IMMEDIATELY SHOT DEAD. Months and months of build up and then he just fucking Dies in the middle of someone else’s story arc.

Okay but the best part about Dr. Fang’s death is that Robin!Jason and his adoptive mom Rolled his corpse up in a carpet and fucking dumped his body in Robinson Park. They didn’t even call Gordon or the GCPD!!! They just dumped his flop body in the duck pond and moved on with their lives😂😂😂

[coryosbaby]

—Envy

synopsis: your jealousy gets the best of you.

♡ content warning . Mentions of murder, possessiveness, oral, cum play, plinth! reader

“I want to know why you did it.”

Your boyfriend’s voice rings out through your shared room in the capital, an octave lower and in a teasing lilt— maybe not a tone that a normal person who’s discussing murder should have, but nothing about your or Coriolanus’ relationship can be defined as normal.

You know the answer to Coriolanus’ question, though you don’t want to say it. A pout glazes your plump glossed lips as you think back to the scene that has started this conversation.

—

You remember Clemensia’s stupid ponytail, her stupid face, and the way her stupid sharp nails dug into Coriolanus’ shoulder the day before. She was asking to be in that room with you the next day— literally.

It was a class project. One that was for advanced students only, a one-by-one sort of assignment. You were Dr. Gaul’s personal assistant, the youngest ever— although, partner seemed to describe your dynamic with her better. You and Dr. Gaul went way back, and she trusted you.

You and Clemensia were in that brightly lit room you were oh so familiar with. Papers and folders were strewn around a desk nearby— and you and her were both alone. The body of snakes swimming throughout the small pool in the middle of the room had been enticing to stick your hand into. You remember Clemensia’s surprised look of awe as she watched you take one of the snakes trustfully into your grasp. It dripped water but it was beautiful. Its fangs scraped against you, almost teasing. It wanted to stick its teeth into your skin— you knew it did. But you trusted the snakes, and they trusted you. They would not be eating their handler anytime soon.

But maybe they would be eating something else.

Clemensia crouched in your same position; you were on your knees, gently rubbing your cheek against the snake’s rainbow scales. It whispered to you, lulling with soft hisses.

“Would you like to hold it?” You had asked her. “They enjoy a good petting every now and again.”

Clemensia had chuckled nervously, and you could tell by her body language that she was on edge.

“Don’t be silly, [y/n] plinth,” she had answered bleakly. “That snake would surely kill me.”

You remember turning to her. You could remember her brows furrowing, the softness of her skin. Coriolanus liked nice skin.

“I know.” You had said, and the rest was a blur.

A restling of limbs, your hands gripping tightly in her hair. There was splashing, gurgling, snakes crowding the surface. Her whole body had become submerged in that pool, and then you remembered that you had forgot to feed the snakes that day.

—

Thinking about it now, maybe you were a bit dramatic. Coriolanus has made his love for you very clear. There was no reason for such atrocities because of a girl he wasn’t even dating. But they had grown too close, and it had scared you.

Not to mention her excessive gossip about your fashion choices, which really pissed you off. Coriolanus shouldn’t have become friends with her, anyway.

“I told you,” You groan, watching him take a seat across from you. His shirt buttons are undone, just how you like them. “ I didn’t do it. She slipped.”

He doesn’t reply, and you groan.

“Why are you acting as if you didn’t do the same exact thing to that boy from economics class a few months ago, Coryo?”

“He was a complete dick, [y/n]. And a pervert. That was different.”

“I’m sure it was.”

Although Coriolanus should be disturbed, or quite possibly angered with you, he isn’t. You two tell too many secrets to judge. He doesn’t exactly have room to tell you who you should and shouldn’t kill with his past history.

And even so, the boy doesn’t have any room to care for Clemensia’s passing. She isn’t you, so it doesn’t matter.

After a moment of silence, Coriolanus sighs heavily. His thighs spread, and he leans back in his chair.

“But why…” he starts quietly, contemplating, as if this is funny guessing game. “Aren’t you going to tell me why?”

He knows the reason. He’s not stupid, and never has been. But he loves to tease.

“No.”

“Mmm…”

He turns his head to the side. His blonde curls have grown back, and for that you are incredibly grateful because they’re messy and make him look even more attractive. His eyes catch sight of a framed picture beside your bed— you and him, sitting at a shared desk in class. You were smiling at the camera, your favorite outfit on, and Coriolanus was only looking at you.

Smirking, Coriolanus lifts himself up from his chair. Your brows furrow in confusion as he approaches you, his tall form almost intimidating. His smell invades your senses as he leans over your shoulder to whisper into your ear.

“Was it jealousy?”

His tone is dark, flirtatious, and his breath is hot on the shell of your ear. Heat creeps up your neck— no matter how many times he speaks to you in this low tone of voice, it never fails to make your shiver.

You chuckle, your thighs squeezing together when his fingers grip tightly onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply. Your head turns to him, and he’s so close that you can feel his steady breathing. “Besides, I didn’t do it. Like I said— she slipped.”

“Liar.” He says punctually. His fingers grip your chin suddenly, and his grip is harsh. “You didn’t like me with her, did you?”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip, and Coriolanus’ fingers stroke your shoulder softly.

“Did you think she was pretty?” You ask. The boy chuckles, slowly pressing a wet kiss to your jugular that makes something electric zigzag its way through your body.

“No. The only woman who’s pretty to me is you.”

That makes you let out a small sound, and Coriolanus’ body moves to the front of your chair. He falls to his knees, then, the candlelight near the both of you making him look ever so beautiful. His fingers ghost over your skirt, and you whine, squirming in your seat. He pinches the hem, and lifts up the cotton fabric over your thighs. Cute pink panties are shown to him, and he lets out a groan.

“You’re so perfect.” He mutters. He leans in, his breath fanning over you, but he doesn’t get as close as you want. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Coryo,” you whine, bucking up your hips. “Please. Please eat my pussy.”

He looks up at you, his gaze dark and glazed over with lust.

“Kiss me.” He demands, and you have no choice but to obey. Your hands settle into his golden locks, pulling him up further on his knees so he can gain access to your plump, hot mouth. Your lips slot against his, and it isn’t long before his tongue is grazing the soft flesh. His teeth bite down, nibbling on your lips with ferocious hunger as his fingers dig crescent moons into your thighs. Pulling away, your hands rest on his shoulders. Coriolanus grabs one of them, pulling you so far down that your forehead touches his as he presses your palm against the bulge tight in his pants.

“Do you think Clemensia could make me feel this way, angel? Could make my cock so hard?” He says, and his breath is hot against your open mouth as he utters his next words. “I’m yours.”

You yank your hand away, pulling him into another hot and heated kiss. But not before he’s pulling himself away and sliding your panties down your legs, mouthing at your inner thighs again as your pussy is exposed to him. Coriolanus practically drools, spreading your thighs and shoving his tongue inside your tight, aching hole. His big hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. He drinks up your slick with vigor, moaning against your clit as he devours you. Your mouth drops open, whimpers spilling out of you.

“Coryo,” you cry. His tongue moves from your hole to your clit, and he wraps his lips around the swollen bud as your hips buck up into his face.

He hums, savoring the taste of your nectar and grinding his hardened cock into the open air. He slurps into your cunt with everything he has and when you cum around him he drinks up your spend, too. His cock is still aching when he’s done and when he pulls away and wipes his pretty mouth on the back of his sleeve your gesture for him to stand up.

He smiles, watching as you grab his hips and pull them towards your face. You undo his belt, watching the straining fabric as your mouth waters. You pull out his hardened cock, the tip flushed red and dripping precum, and press a light kiss to the tip. Coriolanus shutters, letting out a tiny breath of air as he watches you press kiss upon lipstick stained kiss to his thick length. After a moment he grabs your hair and gently pulls you back from his cock.

“No,” he murmurs, when you try to put your mouth back on it again. “This is about me now, not you. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Brows furrowing while you try not to pout, you lean back and do as the man says. Your lashes flutter as you watch him tower over you, putting his legs on either side of the chair and holding himself up with one strong, muscle-ey arm. You let out a tiny whine in your throat as he holds his cock over your face and begins to stroke himself. You watch how swollen he is, how desperate he is to cum, the way his balls sit against his skin and look desperate to be emptied. He lets out small breathy moans as he rubs himself up and down, his head thrown back and his lip caught in between his teeth. What a beautiful sight.

He grunts when he looks down and sees drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“Hungry for it, aren’t you?” He chastises. “I know. Poor little girl loves drinking up my cum. Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna get some soon.”

Your head becomes fuzzy, your tongue reaching out to graze just a sliver of his cock. But he’s quick to use his length to slap your cheek, a warning growl sounding from his lips.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He asks you. “Keep fucking still, and don’t touch me.”

You pout, your mouth closing in the process, and Coryo fumes. He grabs your chin, forcing your mouth back open grabbing your tongue with his fingers. He presses it down onto your teeth, and begins to furiously jack his cock.

“You never fucking listen.”

You want to smile but you know you can’t. When Coriolanus’ hips thrust particularly hard into the open air, you know he’s about to be close. You push out your tongue even more, watching his tip begin to spew white creamy cum onto your flushed face. He grunts, the sight of your fucked out body covered in the sticky substance making his cock kick one last time before he goes soft. You look up at him with heavy breaths, your mouth open as you lick your lips and taste him on you. His thumb brushes against a puddle of his spend, and he brings it up to your mouth.

“Now clean it up, brat.”

[spiderlyla]

Okay I know it’s Ghost(COD) content BUT check out “rxvengxrl” on tiktok- tell me that the third most recent video (the one that says a recruit is trying to hit on Ghost) and TELL ME that isn’t something that would happen with Miguel

The reaction is so hottt and now all I can think about is that scenario but with Alchemax Miguel or something

anon single-handedly pulled me out of my writer's block. hope this is okay!

link to tiktok here!

fem!reader × alchemax scientist! miguel o'hara.

Everybody knew better than to disturb Miguel while he was at his station.

He enforced the rule of 'utmost silence' at the lab. Working in genetics required heavy concentration or else he'd have a catastrophe on his hands, something he really didn't want to happen—he had enough to worry about anyway. His colleagues knew not to approach him while he worked, even if they had a question—an intense crimson glare would be your answer if you had tried to ask anyway.

Though, the new hire wasn't really aware of the rules.

"So, Miguel," Twirling a strand of her brown hair, she leaned over the counter. Miguel had a few samples to his left that he'd pick up and observe every once in a while, writing down in papers stamped with the Alchemax logo. Official papers that he needed to fill out in silence. "Can you explain to me again how to put the samples into the centrifuge?"

Miguel was told to be patient since she's new but he knew this had nothing to do with the centrifuge. She's been here for a week, he saw her use the tool a couple of times. "You slide them in." He replied curtly, eyes not leaving the paper as he tried to recall what word he needed to write. "And it's Dr. O'Hara to you."

He wasn't the youngest PhD graduate of his university and a prodigy in genetics for her to just call him by his name.

She didn't take him seriously, evident by her giggling. "Oh, you like being called by your title, hm?" She batted her eyes at him, but again, he was far too occupied by the task in hand. "Sorry, Dr. O'Hara." The playfulness in her voice made him grunt, someone needed to interfer before he really did something that could get him reported to HR—wouldn't be the first time anyway.

She leaned over his desk, blouse popped open at the first few buttons, hand gliding over the papers and resting on his forearm. Miguel briefly looked up through the thin black frames of his glasses, just to glare at Peter, who was in charge of training her. "Say, Dr. O'Hara," The way she put emphasis on the title and his name really ticked him off. "Are you free friday night? There is a party at the nearby club and I don't have a date."

"I can't help you with that. I have dinner plans."

"Mm? with who?"

"Hey, hey, Dana—" Peter rushed to her side, she was almost climbing on the desk now. "Miguel doesn't do parties on Friday night." He tried nudging her away but she was resilient, still looking at Miguel. "Awh, so I'm gonna go all alone? He could use the fun."

"He—He has a girlfriend—Jesus, Dana, let's get back to work—"

At the mention of a partner, Dana looked around, a grin on her face. "I don't see any girlfriend around here."

"If you turn a little to the left, you'll see her."

Miguel finally looked up from his work, eyes softening at the sound of the familiar voice. The three of them looked over to you.

You stood in your usual attire. White lab coat worn over whatever outfit you chose this morning—today spesfically you wore the blue pencil skirt Miguel loved so much. In your hands were two coffee's and a familiar paper bag of the Mexican joint a few blocks away from the headquarters of Alchemax.

"In the flesh."

Dana looked at you in shock, while Peter gently tried to tug her away. Miguel's mouth twitched into a smile, and he had to force himself to look back at his work so no one could catch a glimpse of his beared fangs. "Must be the new recruit, Dana, is it?"

"Um, yeah! Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Nah, you did." A chuckle erupted out of Miguel and the three of you looked at him. He only looked up at you, the wink you shot him made his smile a little harder to conceal. "Anyways, it's lunch break, Miggy. Got us your favourite."

Dana sneered at the little nickname and finally moved away, you could both hear her grumble while Peter apologised profusly while walking towards her.

An alarm played over the speakers declaring lunchtime, and when all the scientists shuffled out of the lab, Miguel collected his stuff and walked towards you. "Miggy, hm?" He stood infront of you, the smile he'd been trying so hard to conceal finally appearing on his handsome face. "Miggy sounded more obnoxious." His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in for a gentle peck.

"It is. You've really outdone yourself, amor." You laughed, Miguel was kissing all over your face now. You gave him the paper bag, fingers brushing against his. "Yeah, Yeah. You're welcome, Mig. What was she even inviting you to?"

"That party the lab techs are throwing, on Friday." He paused, opening the door for you. "I told her I have plans."

"Maybe we should miss the dinner reservation and go to that party." You link your arm with his. "I have just the dress for this. Would love to show her how we dance together."

"Mi vida, behave." His attempt at sounding stern quickly failed when he saw your pout, rendering him unable to even keep the fake frown on his face. "I don't think she could handle seeing that anyway."

"Awh, you care what she can and can't handle? Cause you love her so much, Mm?"

"Ay, don't be like that. You know what I mean."

"I really don't, Miggy."

"That's Dr. O'Hara, to you."

"Mhm, okay, Dr. O'Hara. That better, sir?"

Much better, actually. So much better.

adding the taglist tommrow lol

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, and cock-warming, red rope bondage (shibari?), submissive Miguel…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use spanishdict to translate to help…)

Chapter 11- Perfection Can’t Be Obtained…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask as you tie the red rope around Miguel’s broad shoulders. “Sí, amor. I do. I had to deal with Carnage in my last mission and they had me…tied up in a way that slowed me down. If I had better training. Then I would’ve gotten out of the ropes faster.”

You were curious about something though.

“Baby, why don’t you just web yourself instead of using this rope?” You ask, bringing the rope around one of his thighs. “Because, amor. I can easily break out of my webbing. It’s like shredding candy floss to me. But this rope, is a bit of a challenge.”

“Oh, well anything to see you tied up, I’m all for it.” You tie more rope around his other thigh and when you’re done you give a nice hard tug. “A…amor I didn’t know you could tie knots so tight.” You dust off your hands. “It’s not rocket science, Miguel. I know how to tie knots. Now, the rules you said is that under no circumstances am I to help you get out of these ropes. No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead-you know this is making my kink list just bigger right?” You say as you wrap your arms around Miguel’s roped waist.

“I bet you’re thinking up the most right now. Ah, amor can you?” You go to loosen a rope but he jerks away. “That was a test and you failed.” You narrow your eyes at him as he smiles as if he’s won a prize.

“Hmm, I’ll do better next time. Like right now. I have therapy. You have fun.” You go to leave and Miguel gets a slight panic in his eyes. “Wait, amor? Tommie! Wait what if I need to you know?”

“If you can find the trick rope you’ll be able to get out easy as cake. Now don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone. My session is two hours long. I might cry so make it two hours and a half. Love you, baby!” You call out as you leave him tied to a chair in his apartment.

••••

As you sit in the waiting room you smooth out your shirt and move one of your curls out of the way.

Maybe I’ll ask Erica to do faux locks next time. You think to yourself.

You look up at the clock and wonder if Miguel got out of your ropes when you hear the door open. “Tommie Valentine?” A woman announced. “Present, I mean here. I’m here.” You get up and follow the woman down the hall.

“Here you go.” She ushers you into a room and there you meet your therapist, Dr Elizabeth Osborn. “Hello, Miss Valentine. Please have a seat.” She gives you a warm smile and you sit on her comfortable lounge chair.

“This is nice. I like this.” You mutter to yourself as she takes out a note pad. “Well, Miss Valentine, I understand that you have had a therapist before me and I was able to get your paperwork with your permission of course. I have caught up on your paperwork and now I want to dive in, if that is okay with you.”

You give a nod and she writes something down. “Alright and just so you know, anything discussed here will be confidential between doctor and patient. Unless you talk about bringing harm to oneself or others.” You give another nod and look around the office. “If there is any subjects you’d like to discuss, please do not hesitate to bring it up. Now it is my understanding that you’ve had a reoccurring dream?”

“Yes, as I’m sure you’ve read in my email, I was one of the victims in the attack on downtown Nueva York from the green goblin…I’m afraid that incident has left some lasting effects on me.” She nods and writes that down. “Please continue Mis-”

“You can call me Tommie. But, um, the drea-nightmare it always starts the same. I’m sleeping over at my boyfriends apartment and when I get up to go use the bathroom I feel that something is watching me. I get up, look around and nothing is there until I turn and there I see the Green Goblin and they shove a pumpkin down my throat. I always wake up at that point and feel terrified because I genuinely feel as if someone is watching me.”

She was quiet for a moment writing down in her note pad, when she looks up she gives a soft smile. “From what your dream describes it’s obvious that you suffered severe trauma. You almost died and it’s something your brain is trying to bury, however a small part in your brain doesn’t want you to forget. So it is giving you these dreams as a form of making you alert at all times. It’s something similar to when domestic violence victims as well as soldiers have moments such as your own. In other words, Tommie you have PTSD.”

You frown at her diagnosis. “I guess you’re right on that, but I don’t feel as if I do. I don’t get anxious or feel uncomfortable when I’m outside.”

“Tommie, look at your hands.” You look down and you were clutching the cushion so fiercely you thought you might tear it into pieces. You let go and place your shaky hands in your lap.

“Dr Osborn, I’m not broken.”

“No one said you were, Tommie. I just sai-”

“I’m fine. I am perfectly fine. Sure I almost died. Sure when I hear loud noises I jump a little, sure when I’m alone in my bedroom late at night I stare at the ceiling wondering if I’ll see those terrifying glowing green eyes. But I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” You lie.

She nods and purses her lips. “Tommie, if I may change the subject. Can you describe to me what it was like when you lost your parents?” Your hands stop shaking in your lap and you give a nod.

“Right, when I lost my parents, I was sad…because I lost the two people in my life that I saw as my heroes. When I was in school I was made fun of because I liked science. But my mother and father? They made it fun, they made it exciting. It was like I lost my superheroes. A-I don’t want to sound ungrateful when I say this. But when I went to live with my grandparents, I felt so…depressed because my grandparents weren’t my parents. I have to give them credit, it wasn’t easy raising a teenager. But I wanted my mom and dad back. They left me. I didn’t get to enjoy those daddy and daughter dances…I didn’t-“ You wipe your eyes and continue on as your therapist gives you a tissue.

“-thank you. I didn’t get to tell my mom about the boy I was crushing on in my study hall. I just wanted my life back. And I know it’s not my fault that they’re gone but I felt like I was the problem. I lashed out and felt like….I needed to be better. I needed to be like how I seen my parents. I needed to be…perfect.”

“Tommie you do know that no person can obtain perfection?”

“I know but, I needed to do something. I needed the perfect grades. I needed to go to the perfect college. I needed to have the perfect career. Because in this world, I am a black woman. My competition are white women and men in general. If I slip, if I let this perfect life I’m striving for drop from my hands then I lose them again. I love my dad and my mom. I can’t let them die again…I need them to live on because in my head I am the little girl that was left on the stoop waiting for them to come home to me.”

You couldn’t breathe. God why couldn’t you breathe.

“I’m so-“

You get up holding your chest and your therapist rushes to your side. “Tommie. Look at me, breathe. Everything is fine, everything is okay.” Your legs buckle a bit and you grab the couch arm and you crouch down letting your chin rest on your knees.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe out as you shut your eyes.

If you were perfect you wouldn’t be here. If you were perfect you’d still have your parents. If you were perfect you-

Stop..

Stop that.

A small voice calls out to you and your ear drums sounded like they were in rushing water.

You aren’t perfect, you aren’t going to ever be perfect, and that is okay. You found another way to fail and that is okay. Now get up, and breathe.

Something flickers in your mind.

A…vision?

You see Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was crying and you were holding him. You were telling him that he wasn’t going to be the perfect Spider-Man. He was going to be the best one he could be. You told him that perfection can’t be obtained like in the movies. He was going to make mistakes, he wasn’t going to be able to save everyone. He was going to come home with someone else’s blood on his hands. But as long as he did his best you would be proud of him. Just like your parents were proud of you..

The vision fades and it caused your panic attack to fade as well because that…that talk never happened. At least not to your knowledge.

You open your eyes and your therapist was there helping you up off the floor. She sits you down and hands you a few more tissues. Once you’re sure that you won’t have another panic attack you look at her with a frown.

“Doctor Osborne. I know this session is all over the place but can I ask you something?” She nods. “Yes, of course.”

“I…is there a such thing as multiple dimensions? Like say I made the decision to eat an apple for breakfast but in another dimension I chose to eat a burger. Would you think that’s possible?”

“I’m not sure about that, but there has been cases where people have said that they’ve felt that they were in a loop of their own life but had a different outcome.”

“I know this sounds, crazy-”

“We don’t say that word here, Tommie. And I would never think of you as such.”

“Right. Well, there’s been moment when I’m with my boyfriend that I’ve felt like I’ve lived another life with him. Like he knows my quirks and I know his. For example when I was a little girl, I would get ice and crack the ice try just to eat the top layer on it. Well my boyfriend when we started dating he cracked the ice and gave me the top piece. Which was strange because I never did that in front of him. When I look at him sometimes I feel like…we’re married. And it’s not just this feeling it’s like something inside of my head is missing and my boyfriend is the key to that.”

“From what I can tell you is the brain is a fascinating thing. It will do anything to protect its self even block certain memories. I can help you through guided meditation to help you unlock them if that is what you would like.”

“Yes, I…I just want to know what am I missing?” The therapist tells you to lay back and she grabs something from her desk. You glance and see she has what looks like a chime.

“Tommie I want you to close your eyes and relax. Listen to the sound of my voice and the chime. You’ll feel yourself going to sleep, don’t fight it. If you do seem to have any trouble I will snap my fingers and you’ll awake. Are you ready?” She asks as you look at the ceiling. “I’m ready.”

She sounds the chime and she tells you a few key words.

“Clouds…girl…pumpkin…sun…”

As you hear her voice and you hear the chime you feel your body just relax and you slowly, but surely fall asleep.

••••

You open your eyes and you’re laying in a California king bed. You stretch out and feel something thick laying beside you. When you look over you see your husband fast asleep.

You look over at the clock on the dresser and it was after eight. Miguel has to be up before nine so you lean over and you kiss his lips. He stirred in his sleep and his arms wrap around you.

“Time to wake up, baby. You have work remember?” You tell him as you cup his sleepy stubbled face. “Cinco minutos más, mi corazón.” He tells you in a sleepy deep voice. “No, five more minutes. It is time for my husband to get up and start his day. Come, I’ll make you breakfast.” You go to get up but Miguel pulls you back down and rolls on top of you.

“How did I get to have such a caring and beautiful wife?” He kisses you all over your face, causing you to laugh and you stop him. “You’re just lucky I guess. Now don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Come on, let’s go Mr O’Hara.”

You hear small foot steps and the both of you peek over and you see him. “Mommy! Daddy! Can I watch tv?” Your son, Xavier had ran into the room and Miguel had scooped him up, tickling him causing him to laugh.

“You can if you say it in Spanish.” Miguel says teasing him a bit. “Mommy, how do you say it?” Xavier asks you and you stroke his pretty curly hair. “You would say, Papá, puedo ver la televisión?” Xavier stutters a bit but he says it. “You can go watch it. Just don’t be too loud.” Miguel kisses him on the head and places him down on the floor. He run out of the room and you tell him to not to run or he would hurt himself.

As Miguel gets up you grab your robe and put it on. “Do you think he’ll have them? Your powers?” You ask Miguel as you hand his towel. “I’m not sure amor. It’s been four years and Xavier hasn’t shown any signs. I hope he isn’t like me. I hope he’s like you.” Miguel kisses your temple as he heads into the bathroom.

You go to the kitchen and you see Xavier sitting on the couch with his Spider-Man plushie. “Mommy, can I have Spider-man cereal?” He asks as he looks over at you from the couch. “You can but that means you can’t have Spider-man French toast sticks.” His little hazel eyes light up as you cut up some strawberries and bananas.

“Really! You make th..the best breakfast mommy!” He gets up and as he goes to hug you, you feel a shiver down your spine. You look away from him for a second because the atmosphere felt off.

“Oof!” Xavier collides into you and you accidentally nicked yourself with the knife. “Ouch!” You yelp causing Xavier to look at you in fear. “Mommy? You’re bleeding! I’m sorry! Can I kiss it?” You shake your head. “No, baby. Mommy has to go clean it. But I’ll be fine after and then I can make breakfast. Now go sit down on the couch.” Xavier hesitates but he goes and sits down after you give him a kiss on his head letting him know you’re okay.

You go to the guest bathroom and you clean your finger. As the water turns crimson, you look in the mirror and your face looks different.

You look harder and your reflection glitches, like a computer screen. It glitches again and you see yourself but in black in white. It glitches again and you see yourself as a cartoon.

The glitch happens again, and again and again-

••••

You wake up and your head felt funny. Doctor Osborne was sitting there writing in her note pad. “Alright Tommie. What did you see?” You go to answer but stop.

“I…don’t remember. Is that normal?” You ask her as to sit up. “No, patients always remember. You called out two names. Miguel and Xavier. Who are those people to you?”

“Well Miguel is my boyfriend, and Xavier? I don’t know an Xavier.” Your therapist writes more down and you feel in the back of your mind that you’re forgetting something.

Maybe it wasn’t too important…maybe?

••••

Therapy was a success for you. You had went to a sub shop to get some sandwiches and as you call Miguel his phone kept going to voicemail. “What is going on with-” You then remember how you left Miguel in his apartment.

Surely he got out of those ropes right?

You get your sandwiches after paying and you get to your car, calling Miguel once again. Still no answer.

“Oh shit, I know he’s going to be pissed.” You mutter getting into your car and driving off to the apartment building.

Once you’re inside you take the key Miguel gave you and you unlock his door. You listen for a moment as you step in and place the food in the fridge.

“Miguel?” You call out to him and you hear a loud crash in his bedroom. You run in there excepting the worse and only to see him in the chair struggling to get the rope off.

As soon as he sees you he stops. “Help me, please.” He begs. You stifle a giggle and Miguel glare. “Amor. Esto no es gracioso. Necesito ayuda.” You cross your arms over your chest and stride into his bedroom.

“Baby, I thought you said under no circumstances am I to help you. No matter how much you beg.” You say as you stand in front of him. “I know what I said but that was before I knew you could tie these ropes extremely tight.”

“Wait, why didn’t you use your claws?” You ask him as you give him a puzzling look. “You don’t think I tried, amor? My hands can’t reach. Now please help me.” You nod and you go to pull the trick knot but you stop.

“On second thought, no.” You smile at him devilishly and Miguel jerks his body but fails at breaking the ropes. “Amor, please. I just want-” You grab a hold of his lips and you lean in.

“But baby, I like you like this. You look so vulnerable and pretty. I just…want to take advantage of you.” You lick his bottom lip causing him to whimper.

“Mi corazón, you don’t want to do that.” You nod as you suck his bottom lip. “Oh yes I do. Now be my good boy, please.” You kiss him and you circle the chair a little.

“I did great job, not even Spider-Man can escape. I wonder if I do this…” You reach under his shirt and you bring your hands to his chest. “Oh, now I see why you love playing with mine.” You pinch his nipples and he jerks causing you to feel excited.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” You ask against his ear. “No, I…I don’t like you pinching there.” You pout and tug at his ear with your teeth. “Don’t lie to me. I know you do. I can see your dick getting hard. Wait…is this a secret fantasy of yours?”

“No-” You yank him by the hair and pull his head back. “Miguel, don’t lie to me, you know I won’t kink shame you. But I’m a merciful woman. So how about we…role play? I’ll set the scene…” You let his hair go and circle back around. You sit on his lap and you smile innocently.

“You found my hide out, and just when you think you’re going to bust me. I get the jump on you and tie you up in a chair. Because you have infiltrated my area, that gives me right to do whatever I please.” Your smile leaves your face and Miguel studies you.

“I’ll get out of these ropes and when I do, you’re going to jail.” You’re pleased he’s playing along. “The thing is Spider-Man, I don’t plan on going to jail. I plan on having some fun with you and making you beg, like a good boy.” You stand up and you tug on the rope causing him to wince.

“Oh, I’m sorry did that hurt? Here let me help you feel better.” You straddle him and you feel his hard dick between your legs. You lift his chin and you lean in for a kiss but he jerks his face away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Spidey, you’re going to beg for me to touch you…” Your move off of him and you get on your knees in front of him. Miguel watches you and you unzip his pants. “Would you look at that, a big present for me.”

You pull out his dick and as you look up at him you lick the tip like a lollipop. You see his eyes flutter shut as you roll your tongue around the head and you stroke him. “Still don’t want me to touch you, Spidey?” You tease as you watch him struggling to get loose.

“Ju…just don’t stop.” He moans. “Thought you’d see it my way, but why should I keep going? You said I was going to jail.” You rub the tip only and Miguel’s eyes were red.

“Because, I’m the good guy.” You tsk. “No, you’re my good boy. Now say that and I’ll keep going.” You instructed to him. “I’m your good boy.” He obeys and you let your drool cover the tip, smiling as you do.

“That’s right you’re my good boy.” You slowly take him down your throat and he lets out a low moan. “F…fuck. Amor, princesa, baby please untie me. I want your throat. I want to fuck it. Please.”

“Ah, no. I don’t think so now play along, be my good boy.” Miguel actually growls at you, which was a first.

“I don’t want to role play anymore, Tommie. Let me out of these ropes. Let me have that throat, I want you. Please.” You deep throat him quickly causing him to tense his body up and then you release him from your mouth.

“You might not want to play, but I do. You see, you get to fuck me like a rag doll. You get to tie me up in your web and you get to have my body any kind of way. Which I do enjoy, baby. I really do. But I think it’s my turn.” You stand up and you strip off your shirt, your pants and lastly your panties along with your bra.

You were naked in front of him and if he could break the chair and have you he would. “Next time, I want you tied up in your suit. I’ve always get to have fun with Miguel but I’ve never got to have Spider-Man.”

“Tommie when I get out-” You put your panties in his mouth and you get behind him. “I really love seeing you tied up, but I want to take my stressful day out on you. Now I’ll stop talking and you start begging.” You pull the panties from his mouth and you kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

He moan as you reach over and play with the tip. You don’t have to say it, you’re already moving back in front of him. You move your lips from his and you have your back facing him.

You look back at him as your bend over slightly and you grab his dick. “Amor, just untie some of the rope, I’ll stay still I just-ay dios mío…” He moans out as you tease the tip in.

You spread your lips using the head of his dick and he lets his head fall back as your pussy swallows him slowly. “I just want to move my hips. Can I just-mami, please sólo fóllame, por favor.” You get him deep inside and you place your hands on your knees as you look back at him and move your hips.

Your eyes roll back, as you fuck him. You lean your body against him and hold his face close to yours. “Watch me, play with myself while you’re inside of me, baby.” You rub your pussy lips together and feel him wanting to thrust, but his hips are tied down. “You want to fuck me, right?”

“Yes, amor. I want you. Just let me move. Please your little pussy is too good to me.” You rub faster as you rock your hips and you moan. “Miguel, you’re so good to me. You’re my good boy right?” Your swirl your hips in circles and you see Miguel’s eyes roll back double time. “Sí mami, soy tu buen chico.” Hearing him like this only made you more wet. You keep rubbing and you move so only just the tip was inside of you.

“Do you want to be my good boy? Or my fuck toy Miguel?” You ask as you move faster on the tip. Miguel was stuttering and whimpering now, barely able to answer you.

“A…answer me baby.” You slow down and he jerk trying to break free. “Yes! I’ll be whatever you want. Your good boy, your fuck toy. I’ll be a chair if you’ll untie me and let me pound into the sweet little pussy.” He moans out.

You slide him out of you and you turn, now facing him. You slide him back and you rock your hips harder making the chair creak. “Just like that, fuck me, mami. Fuck me like that. I’m your good boy. I’m yo-I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come.” You pull at his ropes and you soon feel Miguel coming deep inside of you.

He was breathing heavy as he grunts out his orgasm and you lean against his shoulder. “You are such a good boy for me…but now I need to treat you like my fuck toy.”

You slowly move your hips and Miguel’s dick throbs between your puffy pussy lips. “Wait, it’s sensitive, amor. I don’t think I can d…o tha- fuck.” He moan as your pussy grips him tight. You clench your walls and grip him close.

“This is mine, this dick is mine. No one else can have this but me.” You moan against his ear as you fuck him harder. You bite Miguel lips and he lets out an airy whine. “Oh god, you’re gonna make me come fast again. Amor don’t stop, plea-por favor, mami.” You get a smirk on your face and you still.

“No, don’t do that. Fuck me, fuck me right now, amor. I need that pussy to milk me. Please, I’ll do anything.” You grab his face after hearing that. “Anything?” He nods and you smile like a she devil. “Oh I’ll save for what we can do another time. But does my fuck toy want to come inside of me?”

“Yes, mami. Let me come inside of yo-“ You start rocking your hips again and he moan out yes as well as other swear words in Spanish.

This time you feel a nice build up and you squeeze your walls around him as you feel yourself coming. Miguel feels it and lets out a moan that I’m sure everyone on the floor had heard. You moan into a smile and you look at a very spent Miguel. “Ple-please untie me, amor. Please.” You slide off of him and get on your knees.

“No.” You flick and vibrate your tongue under the head of his dick and he squirms on your mouth. “No…no more. I can’t come anymore. Please j-fuck fuck fuck!” Miguel squirts against you tongue and you smile slurping it up. “Now I can. You’re going to be pissed at yourself when you see how easy it was to get out of this rope.” You kiss his lips and in the center of his chest your pull the trick rope, loosening all of his ropes. He sags against his chair and gives a weak chuckle.

“H…how was I suppose to reach that, amor?” He asks as he flicks the ropes off of him. “Go to the door, kneel by the door handle and loop it through then pull. My knots weren’t rocket science, but I figure even a scientist could figure that out.” You smile as you leave the bed room to go clean up. You expect Miguel to follow but you see he isn’t moving.

“Are you okay?” You ask him. “Y…yes. You….took a lot out of me. I’ll be there in a moment princesa.” You blow a kiss to him and just run a bath for the two of you…

••••

“You said you got to talk about a lot during your therapy session?” Miguel asks while the both of you eat the sandwiches you had brought over. “Yes, it was very eye opening, and healing. I guess I’m not over my parents death still and I have PTSD from the Green Goblin incident. All in all, I have another session next week and I can’t wait.” You say as you get up to get more lemonade.

“Well I am happy that you got a nice break through, amor. Really I am.” Miguel says taking another bite. You pour you and Miguel more lemonade and you pause for a second.

“What’s wrong?” Miguel asks. “There was something else in the session, but I can’t remember what. But I feel like it was important. I guess it’ll come to mind later. Anyways, are you ready to go see your brother tomorrow?” You ask putting the pitcher back in the fridge.

“About that, my brother wants to meet you and in return he wants to introduce me to his girlfriend as well. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course. I would love to meet your little brother. Oh this is exciting, I want to ask him about how you were growing up.” Miguel groans. “Gabe will definitely tell you about my most embarrassing moments for sure, but I got dirt on him too. Anyways we’re going to meet him and his girlfriend at his place. We would’ve went to the park but…” Miguel looks away from you and you know why.

You walk over to him and kiss his temple. “Thank you for considering my feelings, Miguel. I appreciate it.” He smiles at you and nods.

You couldn’t wait to work on your anxiety so that you could be comfortable outside in open settings. But hey one step at a time.

As you two enjoy your food, you catch when Miguel looks at his watch. “Mm, amor I’ll be right back, Spider-Man has to do his thing.” He presses a button and his suit appears onto him. “Be careful, I’ll keep an ear out for you on tv.” You tell him as he kisses your temple and heads towards his window. “Alway, mi corazón.” He opens his window and leaps out of it.

You smile at your boyfriend you clean up the food, putting away whatever leftovers you two had. You turn around flicking on the tv, letting the background chatter fill the room as you spruce up the apartment a bit.

As you pick up, you notice something poking out from under the couch. You pick it up and you see a Spider-Man plushie.

“Xavier what did I tell you ab-” You stop your words and look around for a second. When you look back at the toy it was gone.

“No, no, no, no, I know what I saw. I-who is Xavier?” More questions that I’m sure your therapist is going to enjoy answering for your next session.

You sit on the couch and rub your temples. “Am I going crazy?” You ask yourself wondering what the hell is going on with you…

••••

Miguel was nervous, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it. You place your hand on the middle of his back and give him a gentle push. “Go on.” You tell him as he smoothed down his hair. “Okay.” He rings his brother’s doorbell and we hear someone say they were coming.

His brother answers the door and he gave his brother a long hard stare. For a second you thought maybe you made a mistake on letting Miguel ring the door bell until Gabriel gets a great big smile on his face. “Bring it in Miggy.”

“Oh shut up, Gabi.” The two brothers pull each other in and hug one another. He invites the two of you in and Miguel introduces you. “Gabriel this is Tommie. Tommie this is my little brother.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. Miguel has told me so much about you.” Gabriel raises a brow at his brother. “If it’s good stuff then I have some great stories to tell you. If it’s bad, I can tell you what he did in the tenth grade that almost got him expelled from school and almost banned in Canada.”

“Gabi, te mataré.” Miguel says with a smile. But Gabriel was unfazed. “Anyways, Xina just stepped out to go grab some refreshments. She’s a chef and she got a promotion at work so we had invited a few friends over as well. I hope that is okay with you Tommie. Miguel told me about the incident.”

“It’s fine, I’m working through that. But thank you for your kindness.” You tell him. “Gabi how many people will be here?” Miguel asks as you hand Gabriel the dessert dish you had made. It was your salted Carmel and chocolate chip cookies.

“Only four more people. I triple checked, don’t worry Miggy. It will be a controlled environment, and we will have fun. Now, let me give you guys a tour.”

Gabriel starts off showing you two the living room which you can tell Miguel was in awe. “How’s the tv work? Are the specs good? How’s the screen quality?”

“Hermano, es increíble, se siente como si estuviera en un partido de fútbol los domingos. Here let me show you. Uh, Tommie is it okay?” You give a smile. “It’s okay, you two bond, I can place those cookies in the kitchen if you’d like.” Gabriel hands the cookies back to you and tells you where the kitchen is.

When you enter the kitchen you place the cookies down and you pause. “I feel like I’ve been here before…” You comment. To test the theory you close your eyes and you walk forward. You hand goes down and you touch a drawer.

“Spoons…” You open your eyes as well as the drawer and there were spoons there. “Freaky.” You mutter as you close the drawer back.

You hear footsteps behind you and when you turn you see a cute Asian woman enter the kitchen. “Oh! You must be Tommie. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I see the boys have gravitated towards the tv.”

“I am and you must be Xina, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. And yea it was game over when the boys walked past that tv.” You two laugh and by reflex you two hug each other.

When you two embrace you feel as if you’ve done this before. She lets you go first and clears her throat. “Gabriel told me you brought cookies, what kind?” She asks. “Oh, salted Carmel chocolate chip. I hope no one is allergic, I should’ve checked.” Xina pauses and gives you a strange look.

“That’s funny, I’ve been craving that kind of cookie for like the last couple of days. I have been baking them when I can and they just don’t seem to come out right. May I?”

“Sure go ahead.” Xina washes her hands and then she grabs a cookie from the platter. When she takes a bite her eyes go wide. “It’s exactly the cookies taste I’ve been craving.” You smile as she eats and you look around. “Gabriel mentioned that you were a chef, and you got a promotion. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, it’s been hard work but I’m just happy it paid off…Tommie can I ask you something? And sorry if this freaks you out but…have we met before?” You go to answer her but you two hear more voices and two more women enters the kitchen. They congratulate Xina and the both of you lock eyes for a split second almost saying that you’ll continue the conversation another time…

•••

“No, that’s not how I remember it. Mamá dijo que dijiste eso...” Gabriel says as he explains how Miguel was the one who blew up the back porch when they were kids. “No, you were the one who put all that baby powder on the floor y me hizo caer. That’s how it blew up.” We laugh at the bickering brothers but this felt good.

You watch as Miguel and Gabriel talk and you feel a bit sad, wondering what would life had been like it you had a sibling. “Tommie how is it working for Howard Stark? I hear he’s a tyrant at times.” Camron, Xina’s friend, had asked.

“Oh, he has his moments. But I can handle him.” You tell her. “His company does some good when it comes to medical but it doesn’t sit right with me that he sponsors a lot of weapons for the military.” Dallas expresses to the group.

You feel a bit embarrassed but Xina buts in. “That’s not Tommie’s problem. But I’m sure she would rather do her own thing like, have a tech company or something.” You give her a look and nod. She smiles at you and Gabriel claps.

“Alright, I don’t know about the rest of you guys but I am starving. I’m going to go check on the food on the grill.”

“Yeah, I don’t want you burning the burgers, Gabi.” Miguel says as the rest of the guys joins them. “What? Charcoal is good for the teeth, Miggy. I thought you knew that, since you’re the science.” The brothers joke and you hear Xina clear her throat. “While the boys play with fire and meat, I’m gonna go and grab some more drinks. Tommie can you help me out?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” You follow her to the kitchen and she looks back to make sure you two had time to talk. “So, about earlier-” You stop her. “I…thought I was going crazy. I have these moments with Miguel where I feel like we’ve known each other before this.”

“Same! Well I mean with Gabriel. I told him that our whole relationship felt like deja vu. Does…does Miguel knows your like quirks?”

“Yes! Oh my god I tried explaining that to him and it’s like he refuses to acknowledge that.” You close your eyes and you make sure you were holding onto the kitchen counter.

You feel arms hug you and when you open your eyes it was Xina. “I thought I was the only one.” You hug her back and the two of you cry a little. “No, you’re not alone. Um, can I get your number so we can stay in touch?” You ask wiping your eyes. She gives a grin as she mirrors your movements of wiping her eyes.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. God, I feel like I’ve found something I’ve lost. I have so many questions, but obviously we can’t talk as freely.”

“I’m free next week. Well after this dinner party, which I don’t even want to go to but my boss is making me go.”

“Next week let’s go out for lunch. Now, let’s get these drinks out there. Maybe everyone will get drunk enough to barley taste the burnt food.”

You laugh at that. “Wait Gabriel can’t cook?” Xina shakes her head. “T, I’m the chef. Gabriel can barely boil water without scorching it. Can Miguel cook?” You nod. “Yeah, he cooks for me all the time. He said his mom taught him and Gabriel.”

“Thank god Gabriel is pretty and I can cook or else we would starve.” You two joke as you gather the drinks for everyone.

As the night goes on you enjoy this, because Miguel didn’t get a single call to be Spider-Man. He was a big brother telling stories about his childhood. He was a loving boyfriend who stole kisses from you, every chance he got. He was simply Miguel O’Hara.

For the rest of the night you put the mystery of your mind on the back burner and just enjoyed the moment with Miguel and his family….

Previously, Next

[ibrithir-was-here]

After the last Blood of My Blood update, I can’t help thinking of what this has set in motion on Jonathan’s side. Mr. Holiest Love. Mr. Loyalty Unto Blasphemy. Mr. Almost Mauled His Own Son on Reflex.

This is going to sit with him and fester. Just as his human self bent against the grain of expectation by his peers, his undead self will bend against the impulse of the Vampire simply because he Wants to Undo the Sin of Frightening His Son. A desire at odds with blunt id, but Jonathan has always been singleminded, alive or otherwise. If he Wants to work against impulse, then he will succeed. (With a strain.)

Which I could see coming to a head with Mina near the bloody haze of the climax. Mina, Dracula’s other ransom, his wine-press turned usurper. Mina, acclimated to vampirism for twenty long years. Mina, sharper than fangs or steel at her most wrathful—and wrath she has in spades. So much that I wonder whether her forestalled vengeance on Dracula might overpower other imperatives, however briefly.

Something happens.

Something gets in her way.

Something touches Her Jonathan.

Something that makes her strike out blindly at… Who?

Arthur or Jack?

Lu?

Quincey, trying to shield them all?

(And, surprise surprise, almost failing because his Mama cannot see him through the red veil of Hate.)

(Wrath.)

(Stopping me stopping us raised a weapon to him to my Jonathan mine mine how dare they dare you wasting time He is getting away again fools and jackals dead dogs don’t bite don’t delay call down thunder and the storm and—)

And Jonathan tackles her. The bolt misses, barely. Hell as they wrestle, hiss, bay; until Jonathan gets her hands in his and locks her eyes in his stare. His plea.

“Look through me, Wilhelmina. See what I see. What our boy sees. Please. Look.”

She does. Suddenly, there she is with the closest thing to a reflection she’s had in twenty years.

But all she can see is Him, wearing her face all over again.

It’s enough to crack a fissure in the Vampire of her just as Quincey’s tears left a wound in Jonathan.

The Harkers are not human. They never will be again. But the revulsion of finding similarity with Dracula to the point of endangering those they love—

(Yes, I too can love.)

—might just veer them back from the Pit.

tl;dr: I am very normal about this AU

Oh goooooooooooosh

THIS

I honestly just have no words but YES

[puddle-nerd]

Next Go Round

Summary: It was Miles’ first rut and at this point… you were ready to tap out until he came up with a solution. (Recombinant Miles/Human Female Reader)

Prompt #2 (Titty Fucking) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Titty Fucking, Female Reader, A/B/O, Established Relationship, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Sex

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A few months ago, you were considered to be ‘nothing but a lowly nurse’, assisting with the freshly awakened recombinants getting used to their newer, bigger, bluer bodies. It was that same few months ago that you were very, very single and relying on your fingers and your toys to get yourself off, whenever you weren’t too exhausted at the end of the day to do so. That is, until the colonel started to take notice of you during one of his routine checkups. It just so happened that you were ovulating while simultaneously crushing on him. After that, you weren’t just a nurse… and you were no longer single.

Not in the least.

Especially not now with his first rut underway and hitting him hard.

“Oh fuck, Miles,” you whined, slumping heavily against the Na’vi-sized military-issue bed and trying desperately to catch your breath, you skin shining with sweat and other bodily fluids. “Holy shit… I don’t…” you huffed, “I don’t know if I have another round in me. ‘M getting sore.” Your cunt had been stuffed full and your womb had been filled over and over with near on at least a gallon and a half of cum for the last… Your head lolled to the side and you squinted at his clock to check the time and your mouth hung open in utter shock.

Almost five hours!?

The huge recombinant chuckled breathlessly and leaned onto his side, his chest heaving as much as yours. He grunted, tail flicking over your bare legs, the black tuft tickling your sweaty skin. “Can’t seem t’stop, cupcake,” he sighed, his firm shaft like a warm rod of steel against your hip. “No matter how much jizz I dump into yer cute li’l pussy, I need more.” His golden eyes roved over your curves and his fangs peeked out at you as he smirked, an idea forming on his face as his gaze settled on your breasts. “Hmmm, I think I got a solution fer the problem, if ya can’t take me in yer cunt at the moment.”

You hummed, your eyes feeling a bit heavy as you forced yourself to look up at him. “Yeah, baby?” you asked. “What solution do you have?”

Miles sighed heavily and shoved himself up to his knees, his tail lashing in eager anticipation, towering above you like a sapphire colossus until he swung a knee over you and straddled your belly. And it immediately clicked what he was proposing, with his thick cock sticking straight out of his pelvis, his balls swollen and full despite how many times he had emptied it into and onto you in the last several hours. The pink tip was leaking steadily onto your breasts. “Wanna use those perfect titties o’ yours t’help me dump more out an’ ease the ache, sweetheart. Ya game?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Miles. Whatever you need.”

Your lover smirked widely at your agreement, his cropped ears and his tail both twitching in renewed excitement as he leaned over to his nightstand, grabbing the mostly empty bottle of lube and dumping the rest of it onto your chest, specifically between your breasts that he loved so much. Your boobs were littered heavily with a multitude of bruising hickies and bite marks in Miles’ show of over-possessive worship from earlier. With a wicked leer, he tossed the now empty bottle carelessly over his shoulder, the plastic cracking as it bounced off the metal floor.

“Okay, cupcake, push yer tits together fer me,” Miles murmured.

With heavy arms, you grabbed the sides of your breasts and pushed them together for your lover’s benefit, shooting him a smile as he carefully bent down and slid his shaft into the tight, little canal, you had created for him with a quiet moan. The lavender tip of his cock butted up against your chin each time he pressed himself forward, his hairless balls dragging against your belly with each thrust, causing you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue to give experimental kitten licks to the slit. His answering shuddering moan made you feel powerful and you did it again. Miles’ pace sped up to near frantic at that, groaning as you continued to lap at the mushroomy head as best as you can until a moment later, he was jerking his head back as his cock spurted, thin ropes of seed spattering over your chest, your collarbone, your shoulders, and your chin, much less than the start of his rut and maybe a clue that it was finally winding down. Or something.

Miles shuddered above you, his blue cock twitching as the last of his cum finally dribbled weakly out of his slit and onto your body. “Ha, thank you, cupcake,” he panted, grinning down at you. “I think… that actually helped… some.”

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Originally Posted: 15 December 2023

Word Count: 805

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[blacktobackmesa]

I really enjoy your AU and how it expands on Gordon's relationship with the Science Team. It's so cool to watch him go from dreading the next 3 hours / 17 hours / 2 days of being stuck with these people to needing Fang to remind him not to die while he works to bring them back from the void.

Then later he's fallen asleep at a movie night because he's so comfortable with his best friends that live in his desktop and tried to kill him before. So they tuck him in, but only to show they care. The real Gordon is on a higher plane with the computer. He impersonated Dr Peanut and killed Benrey. He could turn off their world. Their voices echo in his head because he loves them so much.

The Science Team caused their Cthulhu to have a psychotic episode.

Bubby, first day after reading Gordon's debrief and apology letter: oh my god I'm so fucking sorry. I wouldn't have pulled those pranks if I had known your psychological situation

Bubby, day 300 after reading Gordon's letter: every Lovecraft character is a weak bitch, we told an elder god his arm fell off and it worked

Gordon: They did! It sucked!

Bubby: It sucked SO bad!

[averagewriter-inthedark]

They Did The Monster Mash 🎃 | TGM Halloween Imagine

Set in an AU where the characters of TGM are classical and mythology monsters/creatures

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: mad scientist!Bob Floyd x mad scientist!reader (romantic), Dagger Sqaud (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, light profanity | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 2.4K

Premise: it’s All Hallow’s Eve, a night where ghouls and monsters alike awaken from every inch of the globe. What better way to celebrate the spookiest night of the year than gathering all those lurking in the shadows to the party everyone wants to be.

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here’s a fluffy, spooky little imagine for y’all as a treat 🎃

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‘Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the cemetery. Not a creature was moaning, as they basked in solitary. The pumpkins were lit, with carved faces to stare. In hopes the monsters of the night, soon will be there.

“Bob!” Y/n shouted, frantically searching for her coat. It was a quarter till midnight on October the 30th. Soon it would be Halloween. And with a full moon high in the sky it was the perfect moment to test out their newest creation. “It is almost time! We must make haste!”

“I’m right here, darling,” her coat in his hand, Dr. Floyd dimmed the lights on his way into the lab. The woman exhaled in relief, kissing his cheek before placing the coat over her shoulders.

“What would I do without you, my love?”

Bob adjusted his goggles over his prescription glasses, chuckling, “Probably half as mad as you are now.”

Any other woman would be offended by the comment, but Y/n, the mad scientist she embraced herself to be, only giggled. The two had met during their doctoral program, falling in love and conducting research as a duo. Before long they were blacklisted for unethical experiments, moving underground to hide from society.

But what the world didn’t know, was they uncovered a world beneath their own. Where monsters heard in legends and fairytales roamed freely. Living amongst humans to the naked eye.

Since forming partnerships with fellow outcasts like themselves, the couple have traveled every Halloween to Transylvania, Romania. There the infamous vampire Pete Mitchell, descendent of Dracula himself, hosts an annual Halloween festival with monsters and ghouls alike.

The party always started around sunset on Halloween night. So the two had plenty of time before gearing up their transportation pod to zap them to Pete’s mansion. Y/n placed her own goggles on, brushing away her dyed jet black hair with white streaks, mischievous smirk painting her lips, “Shall we begin?”

“It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. (One-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater). A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater. Sure looks strange to me.” The party was in full swing when the couple arrived. Creatures in every corner, a werewolf howling in the distance, bats flying overhead. They were home.

“Doctors!” They spun around to find the monster of the mansion sporting a cheshire grin, fangs threatening to poke out. Lord Pete Mitchell, having recently fed by the bright color of his eyes and lack of under eye bags, wore a snazzy black pinstripe suit with a blood red tie. The handkerchief in his breast pocket, as well as the soles of his shoes, were the same color. “It is so wonderful to see you. I’m always amazed by your entrance every year. God forbid the governments of the world discover you’ve cracked the code of transportation.”

“Don’t forget time travel,” Y/n winked, causing Pete to laugh.

“Of course,” he flashes his pearly white teeth before frowning after peering around them, “Where is your--.” Y/n gently cuts him off.

“Oh at the lab. Ever since we created his bride he refuses to leave the basement” Pausing she gives a knowing look, “You know how young love is, my Lord.”

Pete makes an ‘ah’ sound, “Yes, yes, I understand. When you return, do let him know he is missed. And that I cannot wait to meet his bride next Halloween.” He winks, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, “Please make yourself at home. We’re still waiting on a few more before the festivities of the night fully begin. Until then, the bar is open--as always--and do let me know if you need any more necessities for your upcoming projects.”

“Thank you, Lord Mitchell. My wife and I appreciate your hospitality and generosity greatly.” Bob shook his gloved hand, still able to feel the cold dead skin that laid beneath it. The vampire made his departure, moving to greet other guests. Y/n weaved her arm through Bob’s open arm, letting him guide her to their group of friends they spotted in the distance by the bar.

“Well look at what the wolves dragged in.” Jake Seresin, an incubus famous in both the underground and real world, was the first to notice them. With his ability to seduce and mentally bend people to his will, Jake succeeded in becoming a high profile Hollywood actor. Making it accessible for him to feed on the blood of men and women alike. Unlike Pete, who was a vampire, Jake appeared human and only took the form of his demon counterpart when he hadn’t fed in a long time.

“Seresin,” Bob nodded, glaring when the blonde creature approached to take Y/n’s hand and kiss her knuckles. He had nothing to worry about of course. Y/n was immune to Jake’s charms, threatening to experiment on him the first time he attempted to swoon her.

That had him running with his (literal) tail between his legs.

“Careful, Jake,” Came a teasing feminine voice from the side, “I hear the mad scientists have been searching for Incubi blood on the black market.” Jake sent a glare in the direction of the voice, the couple following it to find Natasha perched on a bar stool, stroking her black cat seated in her lap.

A witch, with family dating back to the Salem Witch Trials, Natasha was the type of woman people couldn’t help but fear and desire. In the small village she lived deep in the forest surrounding, rumors of the witch swarmed with many believing her responsible for the curse on the town's most corrupt and wealthy families.

Well, to them they were rumors….

Y/n slipped past Bob, opening her arms to the woman, “Lovely to see you again on this Holiday, dear Natasha.” The hug was brief, Y/n making sure to offer a light pet to the cat, piercing her with its stare.

“As to you, Madam Floyd.”

“Tell me,” Y/n leaned closer, “Were you successful?” Natashe smirked at the question, whispering under her breath.

“We shall find out once the sun rises. But I can assure you the Supreme Court will think twice before bringing forth groundbreaking cases to overturn.”

“Marvelous,” the doctor awed. She moved along to say hello to their other friends. There was Javy, a werecoyote and Jake’s best friend. The full moon affects him like it does werewolves, but he’d already consumed his monthly dose of Wolfsbane to prevent the transformation from happening.

There was Mickey, a hellhound who served as a guard for the Underworld. Tasked with keeping the secret of the supernatural hidden. One can imagine the headaches Jake gives him with being a celebrity in the real world. When Mickey became his hellhound persona, cracks in his skin appeared like molten lava.

Reuben was present, and thankfully Y/n remembered to wear her iron jewelry. The tall, handsome fairy sipped on his usual cocktail. Like Jake he was the most ‘humanlike’ of the bunch where he could easily walk amongst mortals without causing suspicion. His golden eyes were a stand out, however, often covered by contacts. Of the group he had known Mickey the longest, the two meeting centuries prior during a war between fae and goblins.

“I’m not late am I?” came a booming sound from the main entrance, all heads turning. Jake instantly groaned, the others pleased to see the Alpha werewolf, Bradley Bradshaw, in the flesh with his typical Hawaiian shirt and jeans.

“You’re right on time,” Pete announced from the top of the steps, raising a glass of red liquid. Bradley gave a two finger salute, strutting over to the group and ordered his go to--a pitcher of beer.

“Greetings, fellow myths and legends,” he drank half of the pitcher in a single gulp, winking afterwards, “at least to the humans that is.”

“What took you so long, Bradshaw?” Jake twirled his pue cue, “too busy brushing your winter coat? Or did you have to get one last howl at the moon?”

Used to the jabs, Bradley rebutted with, “Jake, good to see you again as always. You’re looking a little pale though--Did you not have time to drain a virgin before coming? I’m sure Pete can find someone in the nearby town.” Reuben whistled under his breath, Javy letting out a fool blown laugh.

“C’mon you gotta admit that was good,” he nudged Jake, who was very much offended.

“Men,” Y/n muttered, Natasha clicking her glass against hers in agreement. “They’ll never change.”

After several minutes of small talk and drinks, Pete tapped his spoon against his glass. The action is loud enough for supernatural hearing to get everyone's attention. For the mad scientists, they saw the reactions of their friends and followed their direction.

At the top of the mansion's grand staircase, Pete stood beside his wife Penny. The beautiful siren, infamous in Greek mythology for luring shipwrecked men to their death, was stunning in her black gown. Along her arms and neck, rimming her hairline were seafoam green scales, reflecting under the dim gaze of the lights.

“Good evening, everyone,” he began, “Thank you all for coming tonight. You’ve traveled from near and far, let my wife and I be the first to say Happy Halloween!” cheers broke among the crowd. Well really they were howls, moans, and chaotic laughter. “It truly is the best night of the year. And what better way to kick it off than to toast.” Penny was handed a glass of her own red liquid. To the human eye it’d be believed as wine. But to those witnessing below, they were well aware of what its contents contained.

Speaking of those in attendance, they all grabbed their own drinks and brews. Pete lifted his first, “Let us toast to the one time of year we get to leave the shadows. Where the world looks at us as more than creatures of night. They dress up as us,” chuckles echoed, “they consume everything in relation to us. They walk their streets oblivious to the fact we roam behind their shoulders.” Pete pauses, sending a sweet gaze to Penny. “To All Hallow’s Eve!”

“To All Hallow’s Eve!!’ glasses raised, everyone cheersing before downing whatever was left in their goblets. Bradley finished his first pitcher of beer, the bartender sliding down the next one. Natasha poured something out of her flask into her goblet. Leave it to the Witch to travel with her own brew.

“Alright,” Bradley raised the pitcher, “Let’s get this party started!” As if on cue the DJ, who happened to be a mummy, started to play the Halloween classics. Lights flashed on every corner, the dance floor glowing a spooky fluorescent green. Dry ice from the massive cauldron flooded the area.

Ghosts bogeyed during the Ghostbusters theme. Zombies got down and dirty to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. The children had a blast with ‘This is Halloween’ and ‘Time Warp’. Later on Nat and Y/n let loose to Rockwells ‘Somebody’s Watching Me’.

Bob kept his eyes on his wife during that one. Lowkey thinking about ending the party early.

Poker was played amongst the men. Pete even joined alongside two Harpys, Beau and Solomon. During this Y/n and Natasha conversed with Penny. They spoke of Y/n’s experiments, Natasha’s feud with the village she resides by, and Penny’s travels back to Greece earlier that year.

“Oh it was fascinating,” Penny boasted, finishing off her third glass of ‘wine’. “Still as beautiful as I remember, although it still takes time getting used to the fact they now call Anthemoessa ‘Cape Pelorum.’”

“Did you visit the Parthenon?”

“I tried,” the Siren scoffed lightly at the memory, “at night of course when no one was around, but I couldn’t get past the damn door. I’m not surprised though,” she rolled her eyes, “Athena never liked us.”

As Midnight approached the crowd began to gather on the dance floor. Of course the night could not end without playing the couple’s favorite. Once the DJ announced it was time for the grand event, Bob took Y/n’s hand, “May I have this dance, wife?”

“Why of course, husband,” she smirked. “This is our song after all.”

The others had already made way, forming their own little circle and grabbing partners of their own. There was a reason this particular song was favored over the rest. Starting from the very first verse.

“I was working in the lab, late one night. When my eyes beheld an eerie sight. For my monster from his slab, began to rise. And suddenly to my surprise.”

“He did the mash,” the moves Y/n and Bob started to do a twist, similar to Vince and Mia in the iconic dance scene of Pulp Fiction. “He did the monster mash.”

“The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash.” Natasha shimmied with Mickey. “He did the mash, it caught on in a flash.” Penny was spun by Pete. “He did the mash. He did the monster mash.”

A stunning succubus had managed to pull Jake under her spell. How fitting.

“From my laboratory in the castle east. (Wa-ooh) To the master bedroom where the vampires feat. (wa-wa-ooh) The ghouls all came from their humble abodes. (Wa-ooh) To get a jolt from my electrodes.”

Bob pulled Y/n to him, dancing chest to chest, “They did the mash, they did the monster mash.” Javy, Bradley, and Reuben were having a dance battle in the middle of the circle. “The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash. They did the mash, it caught on in a flash.” Y/n giggled, letting Bob twirl her in a circle, “They did the mash, they did the monster mash.”

It was a total spooky vibe. Monsters doing the Mash. Each time Dracula was mentioned everyone pointed to Pete, who rolled his eyes. He did, however, do the Transylvania Twist during its name drop, causing them all to hype him up.

The sun would rise at dawn, they’d all go back to living in the shadows. Back to a place where they were the villains of every story. Subjected to demise by the hero. No longer idolized and embedding fear in everyone who dared think of them. Once the sun rose, another Halloween had come and gone.

But until then, creatures of the night thrived in the darkness to the graveyard smash.

………

[lilithfairen]

RWDE and the Very Nonsensical, Half-Assed, Deeply-Telling "Poll"~

So something that's popped up in the RWDE crowd was a poll for the "Worst RWBY Choices". At first glance, you can tell this is a trainwreck because of how they've formatted the "tournament" itself:

As you see, you arbitrarily have certain entries that get a head-start without winning lower tiers, random numbers of match-ups...I feel like any rational person would say, "You can't do a tournament layout with 26 options" but RWDE are not rational people. (But as you'll see, the majority of these are RWDE scraping desperately for any excuse to hate anything from the show.)

Now, what are these "options" for what this RWDE blog sees as the worst writing choices in RWBY? To summarize in advance, they're very telling of the way RWDE looks at not only stories that do anything they don't like, but stories that dare to have women be heroes or have women love each other or anything like that.

A. Jaune. Just Jaune.

The RWDE hate for Jaune is almost confusing, given the way RWDE blogs desperately want white men to be the real heroes of the story. But then you recognize that the white/light-skinned men they stan for all possess toxic-masculinity qualities, whereas Jaune's character development is about him growing out of said qualities. In short, Jaune is a rejection of the kind of character they want RWBY to actually be about.

That, and he's voiced by one of the writers (at the request of the creator they claim to respect so much) so attacking the character lets them feel like they're being personally abusive to the writer himself.

B. The rushed nature of Weiss's racism redemption arc.

This is probably the closest I've ever seen RWDE get to proper "criticism", but even then, I can understand the writers wanting to get past the early "Weiss is a jerk" characterization that a lot of the early plot threads revolved around.

C. Demonization of the Faunus rights' movement. (This includes everything about the White Fang.)

Oh, here comes the "big" one.

RWBY's stance is that fighting for equality is a good thing, with that fight for equality being supported by its protagonists and continued by many members of what was once the White Fang. Its only objection is the use of extremist and terrorist tactics that the White Fang adopted—and even then, those who genuinely believe in the cause are portrayed as sympathetic and respected by other characters.

The only character "demonized" are those who do not believe in the White Fang's cause, most prominently Adam Taurus—a man who murdered senselessly, happily threw away his soldiers' lives, took part in a terrorist attack at the behest of human villains, attempted to murder respected Faunus leaders, and attempted to murder dozens of Faunus out of spite for his plans at Haven being foiled.

The reason why RWDE is unable to dissociate the story's portrayal of Adam with that of the White Fang is because they wanted Adam, a white man, to be the real hero of the storyline. Because he is a white man. To the point that they erase, minimize, or lie about the women of colour whom he takes advantage of or even murders.

So tl;dr, the Faunus rights' movement is always treated as a good thing, the White Fang are questioned for their extremism but acknowledged as fighting for a good cause, and Adam Taurus is the only fucko the story "demonizes". Which RWDE fuckos demonize, because they wanted a white guy to be the hero of a story about racism.

D. Killing Pyrrha.

This is the first of what I'll call "zero-argument complaints", in that the poll gives zero rationale as to why the writing choice it's complaining about was a bad writing choice.

The reason, of course, being that RWDE cannot make that argument. It is entirely about complaining about the story being anything except what these people wanted it to be. So let's start a count for that:

Zero-Argument Complaints: 1

E. Only mentioning Pyrrha's death in regard to Jaune's grief.

This is completely false, as Ruby is shown to have been affected by Pyrrha's death, and in fact has the first reaction to Pyrrha's death, that being the awakening of her Silver Eyes.

In fact, the image the poll uses is that of Jaune training to Pyrrha's video, a scene that is preceded by Ruby being woken up by nightmares about Pyrrha...thus literally invalidating their own "complaint" in an instant.

F. Lack of Ilia after Vol. 5.

RWDE often complains about "cast bloat", which in reality is about how minor characters exist in the story and the story doesn't bring back the same handful of characters in every setting.

Even ignoring their idiocy on minor characters, this isn't even true. Ilia appears at the start of Volume 6, and during the transmission in Volume 8—in fact, her scene shows her receiving a call from Ghira, implying future significance for her.

G. Cinder/Neo villain pair.

Zero-Argument Complaints: 2

H. Salem's backstory.

Zero-Argument Complaints: 3

I. Using Oscar punching bag.

RWDE is bizarrely indignant about Oscar suffering physical harm in an action show, despite the fact that a major theme of his character is how he's dragged into this conflict without a choice, in contrast to the protagonists and their allies.

But really, it's about treating it as so terrible and unfair to have a male character harmed in any way.

J. Making jokes about Yang's disability/prosthetic.

Humour is a coping mechanism for many, and when humour is made regarding Yang's prosthesis, she is almost always the initiator of that humour, the one making the jokes—and the jokes are never at her expense. It's her way of lightening a situation—and coming to acceptance with what happened to her.

This "complaint" belies both a lack of empathy for people with disabilities who partake in similar humour...and let's be frank, RWDE solely wants Yang to angst about her disability, for the edgy.

K. Not addressing Adam's "SDC" scar.

The show very much addressed it, in a way that perfectly summarized Adam's character. He was someone who had been victimized, and could have fought against those who hurt him and his people...but instead, he used his scar in an attempt to gaslight Blake. He cared more about hurting those who had hurt him than Faunus rights.

L. RWBY & Co.'s fight with Cordovin.

Zero-Argument Complaint: 4

M. Weiss's lack of relevancy after Vol.5(ish).

Weiss plays a significant part in the Atlas arc, reconnecting with her family and exposing her father's criminality. She also understands Ruby's grief more in Volume 9, due to her own sorrow over the fall of Atlas. So Weiss maintains clear relevancy.

N. Blake losing personality, autonomy, & motivation after Vol.6.

Yeah, let's not mince words on what this is really about. It's about RWDE being pissed off over her relationship with Yang following the end of Volume 6 that they don't see anything to her character except for that, and thus claim that's all that exists to her character.

O. Decline of Ruby and Yang's sister relationship.

Ruby and Yang continue to show their sisterly relationship in various ways, whether it be Ruby encouraging Yang when Yang believed she was dead or Yang stepping in to be big-sister during Ruby's outburst. This is purely about trying to vilify Yang for, again, having a relationship with Blake—not to mention the idea of treating a woman as obligated to be her little sister's caretaker, a misogynistic attitude towards both Ruby and Yang.

P. Forgetting about the Faunus rights' movement after Vol. 6.

Largely yes, because the White Fang storyline was concluded with the end of Volume 5. Faunus rights are still touched upon during the Atlas arc, due to discrimination from the Atlas elite. So no, it isn't forgotten about at all.

Q. Lack of Sun after Vol. 5 & erasing his relationship development with Blake.

And to no one's surprise, "woman not belonging to man" and "man not being main character" show up on the list.

And needless to say, their relationship received development—it just wasn't "Blake gives herself to a man who doesn't respect her wishes", so RWDE thinks she's a bitch for that.

R. Ironwood's villain turn. (And all the ableism along the way!)

Ah yes, the time RWDE decided a military authoritarian was entitled to leave all of the poor and disadvantaged people of his kingdom to die and that four women were horrible people for not enabling him or obeying his every action, and trying to use disability as a shield for his actions (thus blatantly dehumanizing disabled people themselves).

Also, for all their insistence of "ableism", many RWDE blogs genuinely believe that a disabled woman should have had her disability aids taken away or shut off to punish her for disobeying a man. Really.

S. Queercoding Qrow & Clover's relationship before killing Clover.

Qrow and Clover were never implied or stated to have romantic feelings in any way. None of their interactions were romantic in any way. Yet RWDE insists there was totes queerbait going on, despite insisting Blake and Yang openly flirting and embracing meant nothing. (And yes, Bumbleby is claimed as "queerbait" on this list later on.)

T. Penny "becoming a real girl" at the end of Vol. 8.

Zero-Argument Complaint: 5

U. Penny's second death in the Vol. 8 finale.

Zero-Argument Complaint: 6

V. Jaune coming to the Ever After alongside RWBY & Neo.

Zero-Argument Complaint: 7

W. The existence & execution Ever After

Zero-Argument Complaint: 8 (and yes, it is really worded like that in the initial list)

X. Queerbaiting Bumbleby from Volumes 6 to 9 only to make it canon in a very awkward part of the story.

So...it wasn't queerbait, then?

And of course, this is about indignance at two women being allowed to have a canon romance between themselves. Not to mention, the Bumbleby kiss served as significant plot levity, during a time when Ruby's arc continued to darken. We all knew the light at the end of the tunnel was there; the kiss served as a shining beacon midway-through.

Y. Ruby's suicide attempt being framed as a necessary step in her growth in Vol. 9.

Not whatsoever; in fact, the story makes clear that having attempted suicide did not help Ruby whatsoever. She's still hurting and burdened during her time with the Blacksmith, and it is the Blacksmith's support and encouragement—akin to therapy—that serves as the actual catalyst to Ruby's recovery.

Z. Ruby, instead of properly acknowledging her mistakes and changing, learning to “be herself” post-ascension.

And of course, we conclude with a RWDE blog being pissed off that our heroines aren't being vilified for abandoning thousands of people to die because a man wanted to, and blaming everything that happens on them and them alone.

And that's all of the entries on the RWDE poll-tournament. Most are just bitching about anything they can, others are just blatantly being pissed off at women and queer people, and others are indignation at men not being the only people who matter. Y'know, like your average RWDE post anyway.

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Originally an ask/thirst

Ok ok so for this one I think he would work very well with a mean reader. Just like, they meet one time while he was being himself and doing experiments and whatnot and then reader just comes in and insults the ever loving shit out of him cuz like “for a pretty scientist, you sure don’t know jack shit about your field of work do you?” And Dottore is just like “who tf do you think you are to talk to me like that”. Then then he sees a glimpse of you fangs and he’s like “ohohoho, what’s this?? Experiment material???” So like now you got a very persistent scientist trying to conduct experiments on you and figure out your vampire tendencies.

Eventually, after you kind of throw him around a bit and reluctantly supply some information, he ended up really intrigued with the subject of claiming. Vampires could claim a human as theirs huh??? So now he’s pestering you into trying it out and you’re like “with YOUR ugly ass, fuck no. Even a fish would be a better partner than you.” and he’s there all heart eyes cuz “wow you’re so mean even though I’m trying to hijack your powers for the fatui, I’m sure I could’ve killed you by now but you’re hot so”

After that failed attempt, things went back to normal. However, what’s this??? The fresh smell of blood?? And what’s that?? Other vampire activity?? Turns out, this bitch had lured out some vampires with a few drops of his blood, right infront of you. I mean hey if you didn’t supply him with information the other sources would. They wouldn’t, ofc.

Turns out, he had fucked around and found out about the effects of vampire saliva with the little bit he had managed to get from you while feeding. And now he was addicted! How cute! And inconvenient cuz now you have a very lovesick Dottore about to be vampire food, and not your vampire food which is unacceptable. You degraded him right then and there, calling him a desperate slut for doing all of this, just for some measly research or what? And after all those months of frankly pathetic courtship from him, he finally saw the fruits of his labor pay off.

Making eye contact with the other vampires in the area, you sank your fangs into Dottore’s neck. Oh this feeling was better than he could ever imagine, and it was YOU of all people! You quickly detached from his neck though, and went straight down to his thighs. That sure as hell left a message for all parties involved, the vampires fled and Dottore was left moaning and panting.

You detached from his thighs after the vampires left, but the fire in your eyes paired with the fierce grip you had on his body let Dottore know you were far from over with him.

He didn’t remember how he got from his lab to a private bedroom, but he was not complaining when he felt you bite his thighs and suck hard. No inch of skin was left unattended, your fangs bullied every single part of his body. Worse part was, you had a deathly grip on the base of his cock, so he couldn’t come even if he wanted to!

Demeaned to your plaything, how exiting! Meanwhile, you were sucking some particularly dark marks on his neck, for good measure. You told him how idiotic he was being, putting a delicious meal like himself in danger, but it was no matter anymore. You would make sure he only responded to your advances and no one else’s. As a final warning, you bit on his tongue with your fangs, drawing blood and using it as an excuse to make out with him. After a good while, you held his face harshly with your hand, commanding him to open his mouth before spitting in it. The spit delivered a good dose of aphrodisiacs into his body, making the incoming orgasm all the worse. With one final kiss, you let go of his cock and watched as the harbinger came all over himself.

He was so proud of himself when the other harbingers asked him about his bruises and his new distinct behavior. He was smiling that deranged smile and he told them how he got claimed by you, a very sexy vampire, and how you basically drained him for a good hour or so. Nobody asked him about his research reports for a good week after that.

Some poor fatui that works under him: What did you manage to uncover on your expedition boss?

Dottore: I discovered that vampire saliva makes people horny and also how possessive they can be

The fatui, noticing the marks on his neck: that’s… great boss…

Dottore, a horny fuck: I’ve never had a harder orgasm than when I was being claimed, it was glorious

Oh to hate fuck Dottore and make him my bitch <3 anyways yeah if you want a proper fic with this gremlin of a man, say the word cuz honestly, this is such an interesting concept

Yeah, thanks for enjoying my stuff anon, hope to see you more often!

[omnipotentfool]

Hello, may I please request the Villainous cast with a fem! Vampire so, if it’s not too much trouble? Please and thank you ahead of time ❤️.

Villianous Cast with a vampire S/O

Blackhat:

Against what you may expect Blackhat is very reluctant about dating a vampire

Yes, he has done a lot of business with the creatures of the night, but media's lovey dovey sexy bat beings naturally put him off.

But he oh so much loves enjoying a nice bloody Mary while talking about past centuries you both enjoyed.

isn't much into pda but shows his care in other ways, holding your umbrella, replacing all the glass mirrors with brass mirrors, silent walks at night

Hunting is another mutual thing he loves to do with you, even if it's just stalking

He won't stop you but feeding from him is very unwise considering his blood is extremely unpure. It'd be like drinking acid.

Do lock your coffin though, who knows what might crawl in.

Flug:

This man is a sucker for vampires.

At first i thought Blackhat would be more of Gomez to your Morticia, but Dr. Flug for sure is.

Always worries about going out in daylight with you and even brings suncreen no matter how many times you tell him it doesnt work that way

He loves you with all his heart but drinking from him is a no no. but he doesnt mind giving a supply

Gets really sad if you have to hibernate or migrate due to vampiric needs or politics.

Demencia

I dont know why but Demencia feels very much like a Twilight stan.

Plays the game of a hundred questions: "omgomgomg does your skin really shimmer in the sunlight oh how do you feed? Can you tell me? can you show me?"

absolutley will let you feed from her, it tickles. she much prefers to watch you terrorize others though.

Likes to play with your fangs.

She absolutely despises your hibernation though, she hibernates for a week or two but you take so loonnnggg

steals so many cuddles

Sorry if this isn't the best, it's been a while since ive written and while I love Villianous, I've always been a bit disconnected with the media as a whole.

[willowisapillow]

🍭🍬 Candy Collecting 🍬 🍭

🎃 Hope you guys had a great Halloween! 🎃

How did your Halloween go? For me, it was honestly a whole lotta fun. Yeah, it did get kinda boring after a while once 9 o’clock rolled around, because a lot of people either went home or to a different part of my neighborhood.

I had a blast, though, I was the one passing out candy, and if you didn’t see my previous post on here, I dressed up as Tiffany AKA, the Bride of Chucky, and I had my talking Chucky doll on my lap while I was passing out candy. A lot of people really loved my Chucky doll and costume, I even met someone who was also dressed up as Chucky, and we both just started fangirling 😭

Though there were some little kids who were absolutely terrified of my Chucky doll that they didn’t even want to get the candy, so I just passed it off to their parents instead, so they could give it to their kids. Honestly, I don’t blame those kids at all whatsoever, if I was their age, I would have been scared too 💀

Speaking of costumes, I saw a lot of really cool horror costumes, I saw some Wednesdays, Moritias, Chuckys, Jasons, and a lot of Freddy Kruegers and Michael Myers. Though funnily enough, I didn’t see any Ghostfaces or Megans. I also saw a lot of cool non-horror costumes, I saw some Disney Princesses, Marios, and Sonics, and I even saw a few dressed people dressed up as Glamrock Freddy, Huggy Wuggy, Patrick, and motherfreaking Barney, so uh yeah that was a thing lol

And there was this one family that was all dressed up as Demon Slayer characters, and it was pretty wholesome 💕

As for my art, this is a follow-up of my silly little AU that I posted a while ago, and if you haven’t seen it, here’s the TL;DR version of it; it’s an AU that takes place in the very first Child’s Play movie, Chucky is not a serial killer (but he’s still a major douchebag), and still lives with the Barclays (Andy and his mom, Karen).

This picture was also made as a (belated) birthday gift to one of my closest online friends, RobTheAlien on Amino, Deviantart, and Twitter. I made her a Chucky-related gift for her last year, so why not make another one for her, we both really love the series <3

For the context of the art, Halloween started rolling around, and both Andy and Chucky were super hyped to dress up and get some candy, mostly Chucky because he had a little plan up his sleeve. Basically, since Chucky is well, y’know… a doll, he looked to be around the average height of a toddler.

So, his plan was that while they were trick-or-treating, he could get Andy to tell the neighbors that he was bringing along his, “baby brother, Tommy”, and that it was his first time going trick-or-treating. The neighbors would give the both of them candy, thinking that Chucky was his, “brother”, and thus, they would get double the candy (and double the diabetes as well 😋).

At first, Andy was against the idea, since it didn’t feel right to trick the neighbors in a selfish way to get some sweets, but Chucky managed to convince him that they could have the biggest candy collection in the entire neighborhood, with all of the candy a kid his age could ever want and eventually gave in to the idea. He also decided to dress Chucky up as a ghost to make the whole thing look more convincing.

Oh Chuck, such a good role model and influence on little Andy/j

At first, I wanted to draw Andy alongside Chucky but didn’t feel like it because A. I wanted to make the art less time-consuming, and B. I ain’t very good at drawing little kid characters. But I will say that he did dress up as a vampire, complete with fake fangs and everything, and maybe I might make fanart with the both of them together in their costumes in the future.

As for the art itself, I really loved how it turned out. I was farting around with the filters on IbisPaint X, and I eventually chose the exclusion filter, and I felt like it was perfect for this art, ‘cause I wanted to go for an indie kidcore-type vibe for it. And as for the candies I chose for the picture, I basically just googled, “What types of candy were popular in the 80s?”, and I eventually went with the three candies you’re currently seeing in the picture.

Honestly, the only candy I really like out of the three are Skittles, I don’t think I’ve ever tried a Charleston Chew or Baby Ruth before. But what’s your guys' favorite candy? 👀

🍭 🍬 👻

[fox-daddy]

how would the arcana react to an mc with multiple rows of teeth

I honestly didn't expect this to be my first ask but I don't think I'd want it any other way.

Also, I started to get extra sleepy while doing Lucio's so sorry for any spelling mistakes;

Julian;

-kinky

-but seriously would be curios about it having never seen anyone else with more than one set of teeth at a time.

-Is it natural? is it some kind of magic thing? Oh, you had it before your amnesia.

-Either feels slightly stupid for not noticing it sooner or noticed it immediately but decided not to comment on it incase it's a sensitive topic.

-Would be worried if Mc loses teeth as often as sharks do and makes sure Mc is taking care of themselves. Once told it's normal for them to lose a tooth or two like that he'd calm down a tiny bit.

-No, it doesn't hurt. Yes exactly like losing a baby tooth.

-might keep a tooth or two to compare with other human teeth he has. Don't ask where he got them. He's a dr people losing a tooth or two isnt suprising.

-if you're self-conscious will walk around with a pair of those cheap fake vampire fangs to draw the attention away from you. While also letting you know how much he adores everything about you in private. Might act slightly very over dramatically if you bite him while he's mid rant about how amazing you are.

Asra;

-knew about it before Mc died because of course they did.

-always thought it was super cool and interesting. It only works to make Mc that much more unique in their eyes.

-If Mc doesn't mind might ask them to bite something to help with Halloween decorations.

-could he cut that pattern himself? sure. Does it look cooler and more natural when Mc bites it? 100%

-Might show it off to other people if Mc isn't self-conscious about it.

-If Mc is then he'd make sure they know just how much he adores it and how much they adore them for the way they are.

- Plus the more teeth the better Mc smiles.

-Might maybe collect any teeth they find laying around, won't deny it being tired of keeping secrets. Although you might have to ask him about it since he won't openly admit it without being asked.

Portia;

-are you part shark? is that insensitive to ask?

- it just looks so cool and it reminds her of this mermaid character. No not half human half fish, half human half shark. What do you mean sharks are just fish with big teeth?

-okay, maybe she knew sharks were fish and just enjoyed watching Mc explain. Sneaky? A little, but who can blame her?

-as much as Mc enjoys watching Portia go on about books and scrolls the feeling is mutual.

- genuinely interested in it. How do they brush all their Teeth? Do they have a special toothbrush? Show her? It probably looks really cool.

-if you dont have a special toothbrush you can bet Portia is making you one. Is it just a slightly longer toothbrush? Maybe. Does it work better? Surprisingly yes.

-if their human like then probably won't keep any teeth. If their shark like then she's making shark teeth necklaces, bracelets, you name it. What is cooler than a weird sharp tooth that pokes your skin when you least expect it?

-2nd biggest fan of your teeth and wants you to love them as much as she does. If you don't she has enough love for the both of you.

Nadia;

-kinky 2.0

-most concerned but not for the reason you might expect;

-she's wondering if this means you're dietary needs are different, do you need more calcium in your diet to help with the extra teeth? Is their certain foods you avoid? Eating soup might he harder with the extra teeth. Or maybe it's easier to eat soup with them.

-doesn't let any sly comments pass. Mc is still her magician, it's not really up to Valerius or anyone to decide how many teeth is acceptable. For all she cares Mc could have gills and need to be kept semi moisturized. It wouldn't stop Mc from being the person they are.

-but do make sure to tell her if you do require anything like that, the last thing she'd want is to deprive you of something you need or even simply just want.

-probably won't keep any teeth. Why would she need to? If she was curious she isn't above asking you to go 'ahhh' while in private. Private because looking into someone's mouth in the hallway is a good way to have rumors start about you.

-if you're self-conscious about it doesn't bring it up but when it is brought up only praises about how amazing you are. How she thinks it just makes you that much cuter.

Muriel;

-cares the least.

-I don't mean that as he dosent care, the first time he noticed it probably startled him. He's 6'10 and covered in scars and chains. Extra teeth or not he's more scared to hurt you accidentally than he is of you bitting him.

-tries to understand it the best he can so he can make sure you have everything you need.

-might keep a tooth or two to carve since the unique shape makes it fun to work with. Assuming their shark-like. Otherwise probably is mainly concerned about you losing a tooth every week.

-have to remind him that it's the equivalent of losing a baby tooth and even show him theirs no gaps due to the tooth being pushed out by another tooth already ready to take it's spot.

-Morga jokes if you're opponent gets too close worst case you can bite them. Muriel disagrees with that idea but also agrees you should be able to defend yourself.

- self-conscious? Same! You can help eachother through your doubts about yourselves. Sometimes having someone there who loves you for you is enough to allow yourself to slowly learn to love yourself.

Lucio;

-are you part shark 2.0

-is that offensive to ask? Ehhh who cares? Show him those awesome teeth.

-jealous he can't shed his teeth every week. Even after explaining it's only one tooth a week

-tries to convince you to give him a scar so he can lie about fighting a shark. (Don't do this, don't encourage him.)

-asks if this means you can smell blood a mile away. Doesn't understand why you cant even after explaining your not part shark a million times.

- self-conscious? Why? your teeth look so good. Anyone with half a mind would go crazy for a set or three themselves. Babe you're gorgeous.

-if anyone says otherwise bite them, or they might find a dagger in their side for insulting you.

[alaffy]

Riverdale 7x04 - Love and Marriage (are not to be found in this episode, also spoilers)

Normally, I write these things as soon as the episode ends, but Christ on a Cracker I needed a break. This is going to be painful.

So, Jughead and Ethel are arrested for the murder of Ethel’s parents.  Veronica talks to Jughead at the station and they realize that all they need to do to prove, at least, Jughead didn’t do it is to get the Coroner's reports and find out when the parents were killed.  If it was during the dance, well, there are several witnesses to the fact that Jughead was there the whole time.  Veronica gets the reports, but no Dr. Curdle Jr. (he’s Betty’s special friend).

Archie finds out Cheryl has told her family that they slept together.  However, she tells him that her little lie is protecting her from her family and he chooses to play along.  Of course, as soon as he gets home, he finds out that his mom has talked to Cheryl’s mom and now they’re all going to have dinner together to fix this mess.  

Betty wants to have sex.  Kevin wants to wait until marriage.  They break up.  Later, Toni will take Betty to the underground Coffee Shop, where Betty will see Kevin dancing with Clay.  Betty goes home and has a talk with her mother who...fuck me...well, I was right that Alice suspected Kevin.  She’s not at all shocked about Kevin dancing with another man, says men sometimes have urges, and presses Betty to steer Kevin back in the right direction.   

Veronica gets Jughead out of jail and they go to Pop’s to celebrate.  Jughead tells Veronica that he was able to find out that, after her fight with her parents, Ethel did leave the house and...God, long story short, Julien Blossom was a witness to Ethel’s whereabouts when her parents were killed.  And Jughead convinces him to tell the truth by punching him in the face.  One of the few good moments of the show.  Ethel is released back into the care of the Cooper’s.  

Meanwhile, The Blossoms and the Andrews have their dinner.  Oh look, Clifford’s back and, apparently, he’s the Mayor.  Clifford insults the memory of Fred by saying that Archie reminds Clifford of Fred.  Then, Clifford and Mary decide that Cheryl and Archie must get married.  And, just cutting to the chase, it seems like they’re going to get married.  And then Archie thinks they can Elope and run away and maybe they learn to love each other.  And, in the end, Cheryl backs out because Toni talks her out of it.  Cheryl suggests Archie write Betty a poem, which he does.  Toni gives Cheryl a book.  And Archie goes to give Betty the poem...only to find Frank standing in the dining room.  Fuck.

Ok, a little bit of honesty here.  I checked out halfway through this episode.  Here’s why.  See, They decided Fang’s needs a storyline.  How about knocking up Midge?  Except they don’t know if she’s truly pregnant.  But don’t worry, Toni has a way to tell.  So they.....I need a moment.

They all meet in the biology room that night and Toni tells them....that the surefire way to find out if Midge is pregnant is to inject Midge’s pee into a toad and if the toad lays eggs overnight, she’s pregnant.  

Everyone, I present an accurate representation of what went through my mind at this moment.  

Seriously, this scene from RWBY Chibi encompasses everything I feel about this episode.

Anyway, to wrap this shit show up.  Betty talks with Kevin, but it seems she’s going to be a friend and not listen to her mother’s advice.  Betty starts to fight back against Alice, who demands to know where Betty got the sex book.  Ethel admits it’s hers.  Later, we find that Alice has burnt the book and sent Ethel to the Sister of Quite Mercy (Ethel can’t ever catch a break).

Meanwhile, Jughead finds his place trashed and Hot Dog gone.  Veronica lets him stay in her apartment for the night.  Then, she helps him get back Hot Dog and does an Extreme Home Makeover on his Train Car.  At the end of the episode, Jughead and Veronica end up kissing.  Which, compared to everything else in the episode, is...it won’t last, but it will be interesting.  At least, it’s one thing that’s interesting.

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "hello how are you?, good night!, I just wanted to ask for a small request (if you still do for everyone, if not the ones you choose from SDJ), a few headcanon from your past request of them as supernatural creatures?"

Oh yes!! I loved writing this one~

Content: brief implications of eating humans

Jean - Siren:

While his singing voice is obviously magical, he also has the ability to persuade people just by speaking. It’s something he can choose to do, though when he’s very emotional it can come out by accident

His teeth are… very sharp. Like “made to tear through flesh” sharp

He has wings. They’re soft and it’s easy to hurt them, so he won’t show you unless he really trusts you. It’s a big sign of love if he lets you touch them

If you want to make him melt immediately, just gently pet the feathers right where his wings meet his back

When he gets flustered or frustrated, his wings ruffle up and he squawks a little bit. Don’t mention it because it’ll only make him more agitated

He’s very musical, and not just with his voice. He has a knack for picking up just about any instrument and knowing how to play it

He can pretty much get whatever he wants in life just by asking, so being in his good books is very useful

He’s used to people trying to get close to him so they can use his powers, so he’s pretty wary of new people. You’ll have to prove your pure intentions to get close to him

Preening is one of the ways he shows his affection. If he likes you, he’ll fuss with your hair a lot

He always has the faint smell of an ocean breeze around him

Joseph - Werewolf:

If you think his human form is big and hairy… you should see his wolf form. He’s twice the size of a normal human, all muscle and fur and claws and teeth

His growl is so deep and guttural that it strikes fear into the hearts of even the bravest people

But really, he’s just a big dopey puppy!

All he wants in life is scritches behind the ear, tummy rubs, and maybe someone to play fetch with

His instincts can make him very possessive and territorial. If he’s claimed someone or something as his own, he’ll kill anyone who tries to take them from him

He can be kinda clumsy sometimes, it’s really cute to see this giant wolf-man trip over his own paws when chasing something

He does the whole angsty “you should chain me up, who knows what I’ll do when I turn?” thing, but then he just spends the whole full moon digging holes in the park

Werewolf cock. Do I need to say any more?

He’s like the biggest, warmest, fluffiest couch ever when he lays on his side in wolf form

His tail doesn’t lie, even when he does. You can always tell how he’s feeling because it’s so expressive

Shaun - Vampire:

No one knows how old he is. He makes up a new answer every time he’s asked. He’s actually only a few decades old, he’s just too embarrassed to say that to people

It took him a few years to adjust to the fangs. For a little while he had a slight speech impediment because of them

He still loves cheesy vampire horror movies, but now he finds them even more entertaining. He absolutely does the whole “I vant to suck your blood!” thing

He’s a smart man. He knows there’s plenty of people who want to get their blood sucked by a vampire. So he can get his fill consensually

He fully leans into the vampire aesthetic. Everything he owns is dramatic and old fashioned and bat themed

He’ll make whatever the vampire equivalent of dad jokes is. All. The. Time. Just an endless stream of awful vampire puns that make you groan

Different vampires can turn into different things. He can turn into mist, and he’s endlessly disappointed that he didn’t get the ability to turn into a cat

He’s got a bit of a neck obsession. And a thing for biting

If he really likes you and trusts you not to be freaked out by it, he’ll talk about how sweet your blood smells

He’s very careful about not turning people by accident. But if he really loves you and you want to be turned then he’ll make it a very romantic experience

Ian - Dragon:

He’s got the cutest pink-orange scales up his neck and across his back and stomach and hips and thighs. He’s very embarrassed about them

His tail is quite small, as are his wings. They aren’t useful for anything, and that’s also a major source of embarrassment for him. He’s very vain, please don’t make fun of him

His teeth are just pointy enough to be noticeable if you’re looking closely at him

He gets very possessive and also defensive about his hoards. Mostly he hoards manga and various other nerdy things, and don’t you dare look at them he will hiss and flap his wings and get very annoyed

When he cares about someone, they become part of his hoard. He’ll curl around them for comfort and try to scare other people away from them

The further he gets from his home and hoard, the more nervous he gets. He gets really bad social anxiety because of it

Sometimes when he sneezes, a little fire comes out

He likes his meat very very rare

If you scratch his scales gently, he’ll absolutely melt. They’re always kinda itchy, so it feels really nice when you do

He runs really hot. Like… fire-hot. It makes him great to cuddle in bed on a cold night, he’ll instantly warm you up!

Nick - Sylph:

He’s taller and stronger than the average human. He’s also a being of air, making him weak to fire, water, and earth

He loves heights, but he’s afraid of fire and water and has very bad claustrophobia

He can turn invisible at will. This makes it easy for him to go wherever he wants without being seen

He enjoys feeding your vanity. Compliments, admiration, generally encouraging you towards self-love and possibly an inflated ego

He’s large, but very light. He can walk on air like it’s land, and he enjoys floating around you when he’s spending time with you

If he really takes a shine to you, he might take you into the air with him. It’s incredible, he’ll hold you and you’ll feel like you’re flying

He can turn into clouds or light at will, so you never need a flashlight with him around!

He can get very protective when he cares about people

He can control the air temperatures around him

He’s quite vain himself, so compliments are one of the best ways to get to him

Jack - Faerie:

He’s not the tiny little dainty winged fairy a lot of people might imagine, he’s a faerie

He looks like a regular human, there’s only the smallest differences that make it clear that he isn’t. He’s got a few too many teeth and not quite enough fingers and toes

He’s actually quite pleasant. He doesn’t want to lead you into ruin or anything like that, he just wants you to take care of yourself! He wants to teach you selfcare

The thing is, he can’t lie outright. He cannot say something untrue with the intention of making someone genuinely believe it’s true. He can joke, but he can’t lie

But, uh… nothing is stopping him from misleading people. From saying things that lead them to their own incorrect conclusions. He can and will do that to get what he wants

He’s very unassuming, with his bright smiles and cheerful demeanour! No one would ever suspect him of manipulating them

If he takes a shine to you, he’ll do everything in his power to keep you by his side. He’ll try to convince you to stay with him forever

He’s got all sorts of little tricks up his sleeve

Be wary about taking food from him…

His word is his bond. If he makes you a promise, then he’ll do anything in his power to keep it

[gardenofshadcws]

Dracula Daily Day 73

Report from Patrick Hennessey, M. D., M. R. C. S. L. K. Q. C. P. I., etc., etc., to John Seward, M. D.

How many degrees do you have to have to have that many letters after your name? What does that even mean?

Don’t love mentally ill people being referred to as wild beasts :/

“Renfield usually so well-behaved except when he’s not” A+ medical care

Oh hey more wooden boxes that’s not weird at all

Renfield only freaking out when Dracula’s around is heartbreaking. He’s worse off than poor Lucy, and it’s bad when she’s the lucky one.

Dr. Seward’s Diary

Here we go :’(

Jack’s only writing because the narrative says so, so that’s not good.

It’s also rich of him to lecture Art on a healthy sleep schedule.

After Jack sees bat!Dracula and she grows fangs, Lucy completely gives up, I hurrrttttt

“She is dying” LUCYYYY BABYYY

I’m reading this at work and tearing up irl this is not good

Aww Art ;~;

Van Helsing let him do whatever he wants with his dying girlfriend, butt out

But not once she turns into a vampire. Then you can cockblock all you want

I hate that the vampires are all seducers, it’s like saying that all human sexuality, but especially womens’ sexuality, is monstrous. Come on, Bram, I know you’re very likely closeted gay and in your time that came with a whole host of toxic issues, but come on. I don’t mean the completely wrong idea that sharing fluids with a man corrupts her and makes her evil. But her trying to seduce Arthur being the definable moment where she’s become a monster rubs me the wrong way.

“It’s all over! She is dead!” SOBS.

And now it’s about to get REAL.

Van Helsing would you please communicate like so much could have been avoided if you’d just tell people what’s going on.