#prey to go au

[prey-to-go]

Aaaayyyy!!! Fellow demon Tony au bro. Love to see demon aus where the demon is actually nice lol. My au isn’t vore-centered (it’s a fic called The Devil’s in the Details) but as a sfw vore enthusiast I really appreciate ur au. And our demon Tony designs are so similar omg. Share the Demon Tony braincell. ANYWAY. Imagine Peter chillin’ with Tony in the lab and he wants to be closer but still wants to watch his mentor work, so they compromise and Peter ends up vibin’ in Tony’s mouth with his head stickin’ out.

Oh my god- ooooo I only read the first chapter and didn't realize you updated and had a picture!!!!!!!!! Your au is absolutely perfect and I love how you wrote Tony <3 <3 I love that our designs are so similar too- honest to god i just googles demon horns and tried out a few before settling XD y'all want to check the fic out its The Devil's in the Details

but yes a little snippet because this idea is just adorable.

A pout forms on Peter's face as he's lightly nudged away from the tools and projects strewn over the table. Normally Mr.Stark didn't mind him being on the table but today was different, mostly because his size got messed up again and he was standing at a whopping 4'' instead of his usual 11''.

He did feel exposed and very very small and weak but Mr.Stark promised to let him watch and he wasn't going to back down on that offer anytime soon. "Mr.Stark come on, it's hard to see what you're doing."

He crosses his arms, frowning at the screw driver currently blocking his view. all he could see was tools and a towering block that his mentor's hands were messing around with. He felt a little bad when the demon let an exhausted sigh out a set of sets looking to him.

"I know kiddo but I don't exactly want you close in case it goes boom." Mr.Stark says in a tone that reminded him of a toddler being scolded by their parent. Peter huffs and lifts his arms up instead.

"What if I hang out on your shoulder?"

"No."

"Head?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pocket?"

"Don't have one kid."

Peter scowls at being thwarted watching the box spark slightly when it hit him. The sparks didn't go up very high which meant-

"I got it! Hold me in your mouth!" He grins victoriously looking up to his mentor. The demon pauses before an amused smile dances over his lips. a few weeks ago Peter would've done anything to stay away from the demon but now? Now it was a comfort.

"Just hold you? Well you're certainly itty bitty enough. You sure you want to do this?" Mr.Stark murmurs. Man he loved the way his mentor would check in on him. He quickly nods grabbing up at the demon.

A wave of relief hit him when he felt the clawed fingers carefully scoop him into a loose fist. He completely disappeared in the grip but he didn't feel threatened, it just felt..safe. He was warm and surrounded by someone who obviously cared about him what more could he ask for?

He wriggles around slightly using the demon's fingers to haul himself up so he could pop his head out of the top of the fist. His insides swoop as Mr.Stark brings him closer to his face. It should scare him, he should be terrified to see the fangs and two sets of eyes focused on him but instead he felt so secure.

"You know the drill kid, if it gets to be too much say so."

Peter nods, his gaze falling to the demon's maw. There was a warm smile before Mr.Stark's lips parted and he was carefully being tilted onto the tongue, his feet pressing into the muscle. The warmth was a welcoming feeling, a small sigh escaping him as Mr.Stark completely slipped him inside.

It was a little weird being able to shift around so easily. Normally he wouldn't be tasted as much, actually at this point he normally would have his legs halfway down the demon's throat! Instead here he was comfortably laying down on the demons tongue. A giggle slipped out when the teeth close around him, the tip of the muscle poking around obviously trying to find any ticklish spots.

"M-Mr.Staaaarrrk! Y-you're 'pouse to be w-woorking!" He manages to get out, squealing in between boughts of laughter. All he get in reply is a small chuckle. He pouts shoving at the muscle a small smile on his face.

A second later he's being firmly pressed against the roof of the demon's mouth a loud swallow draining the saliva that had been building up. Cool air rushes into the wet cavern as Mr.Stark opened his mouth again. He grins and wiggles forward, leaning slightly out of the safety of his mentors mouth. He wasn't too surprised when the muscle safeguards him from accidentally poking himself on the demon's fangs. He gives a light pat to the muscle smiling sightly.

"Thanks Mr.Stark..for..for this and for putting up with me." He knew it couldn't be easy he was a handful after all. He closes his eyes for a moment, relaxing when a soft coo vibrates all around him. Reassuring he knew that, the demon had some more primal responses sometimes. "I know you don't mind but it's still nice..you know?"

More of a rumbling purr this time, he could practically hear the gentle message of 'I know and I care about you.' He smiles to himself slumping more against the plush muscle, letting it cradle his form as he peered out at the project. Oh. It was the Widow bites, well that made sense for the sparking.

"It's cool seeing you work Mr.Stark. Like you can literally make the impossible happen." Peter can't keep the childlike awe from his tone, his cheeks flushing red. A rush was warmth washed over him at an amused huff and approving hum.

"Ha so modest Mr.Stark." He teases leaning more outside the safety of his mentors mouth, whining when he was pulled back into the warmth. "Come on I know I won't fall! I'm a master at this."

A disapproving hum, the tongue curling back more making him slide more inside. "Really? Okay fine, fine I won't lean out so far." He couldn't believe the demon would swallow him over something so small. He knew what he was doing!

Peter pouts as he gets comfortable again watching his mentor work. It was nice admittedly. He felt so secure here and it was fun seeing the demon work on an avengers weapon.

Maybe he would bug the demon to order him this small another time.

[ninjasmudge]

entagl maq is great at hair but he cant be trusted and WILL braid peoples hair together. as soon as both swks realise he runs, but forgets that running activates os maqs chase instincts and now its a hostage negotiation

(os swk and maq are @lego-sands)

[hazelkjt]

What Type of Villain Are You?

"Come on, get up! Our FUN isn't over yet!"

Sportsmanlike- "You may be a villain with selfish goals, but you recognize that there are rules to this back and forth between heroes and villains. You have honor. Morals. Some may call you old fashioned, but there's tradition to this whole evil business and you'll be damned if you let yourself break it. You offer hospitality to the heroes when you recognize you must, even when it gets in the way of your plans. You play dirty only when absolutely necessary. You honor your word and if you lose, it is with grace and dignity. You consider yourself classy, respectable, and while you realize you may be evil, you're not gonna let that make you an asshole."

Quiz can be found here

Tagged By: @nolanel-corbeaux, tyty!!!

Tagging: YOU, reading this!

Boop

[svampira]

finally. Cowboy vampire yuri

[thlayli-ra]

Punk fancied himself the Phantom as he walked the darkened back rooms… unaware that he was in fact the haunted primma donna!

[flowerflamestars]

Abattoir snippet

Cassian didn’t know why he did it. He knew these storms like he knew how to breathe- Maybe that was it. An effort, every day, to pull air in to lungs that seem to have forgotten their basic function, careening for listless misery to endless hectic drive, no sky open enough, clear enough, enough- Cassian was across the battlefield when Rhys died, might as well have been miles, and still, the day haunts him. He had loved his High Lord, true. A friend, if difficult- a brother, if only by bloody training. Cassian may no more have seen the whole of Rhys alive than Rhysand had been able to look and see the entire reality of the life Cassian had been living- between two peoples, between an aching dream he knew would break him to possess, what he woke screaming for, between myth and reality, Morrigan pulling him awake. Illyria was not home anymore. Velaris, too quiet. The House of Wind a refuge, still- warm stone and warmer magic, Morrigan quietly running the Court with the selfsame effortlessness as dragging her hands through his hair in benediction. Maybe that was why. It was a particular, excruciating, specific loneliness to be utterly alone in a bed with someone else. A gulf he cannot cross- to have everything he’s ever wanted in this empty, echoing, wretched fucking world and here Cassian still is- Cassian more than five centuries older than the last time and still, just Cassian as he’d been at twenty, tearing his fingers from Azriel’s ever-careful grip to throw himself toward thunder. That light, silver and godsgiven.

[lazinesswrites]

I read this amazing Cody-centric wing-fic by @meebles, so now I'm thinking about Clones with wings, and - because I'm me - specifically the Bad Batch with wings.

What would their wings look like? The regs' wings would all be identical/very similar, of course, with the individuality mostly showing in dyes and so on. But the Batch with their mutations will likely have different wings too.

I want Crosshair's wings to be similar to the ice vultures', for obvious thematic reasons, but also because vultures tend to hang around in high places, whether that's sitting in a tree somewhere or circling high up in the air, waiting and watching. Good sniper traits. I don't think we really get to see the vultures in the show, but I assume they're white/grey, to blend in against the snow and ice and white/grey skies. Good colors for Crosshair.

The rest will be under the cut because this got away from me a little (a lot).

For Tech, I'm thinking common kestrel wings. I don't know if kestrels have any particular behavioral traits that would fit Tech, I mostly just like their colors for him. I did read a little bit, though, and what stood out to me was that the kestrel has multiple hunting methods - it does the usual bird of prey thing, of circling around on an updraft over open land and diving for its prey, or sitting on a fence pole or in a tree or even a bush and jumping on a mouse or whatever that gets too close. The thing it does that's maybe less common is that it will also skim across fields, very close to the ground, to pounce on anything small enough for it to eat. And maybe I'm reaching a little here, but that seems to me like a very resourceful bird which is also a very competent flier, and I figure that does fit our Tech very nicely.

I do kind of want to pick vulture for Tech too, if just to match his twin, but. I like the kestrel better. I mean, just look at it:

For Wrecker... Maybe something like a white-tailed eagle? Because. Big. And good at fishing. On a more angsty note, I'm thinking whatever happened to give Wrecker his iconic scar/cost him his eye, it probably also damaged his left wing. Maybe not enough to ground him fully, but enough that flying/steering would be harder for him, which is at least part of the reason he's still scared of heights.

Hunter's wings would probably be pretty similar to the regs', maybe a tiny bit smaller. I'm thinking something like the New Zealand falcon, or kārearea. Bird of prey, dark brown, fairly simple coloring (though still very pretty). According to the NZ Department of Conservation, there are three ecological forms of the kārearea: A large, pale 'eastern' falcon; a smaller, darker 'Bush' falcon, and a 'southern' falcon that's somewhere inbetween in both size and color. Perhaps the regs' wings are more like the eastern/southern ones (left image, I think), while Hunter's are more like those of the bush falcon (right image)?

Disclaimer: I actually know fuck-all about these birds, only what I've just read - if I'm mistaken about the identity of these birds, I blame the sources, which should all be linked in the images, though tumblr is tumblr.

Echo doesn't get his own picture (sorry, Echo) because he's a reg, technically, so he has wings like the left one above. I... am not sure what happened to them in that explosion, or his time on Skako Minor. Probably not very good things. Maybe his wings are just heavily scarred/damaged, maybe they're gone completely. Maybe he's got prosthetics for one or both of them?

(I'm just now realizing that the Clones having wings would mean some things on that mission to Skako Minor - namely, the escape from the techno Union's facility - would turn out slightly different, since they don't need those flying reptiles to get away when they have their own wings. Though maybe they still do if at least one (Skywalker), and maybe two or three of the people on that team can't fly (Echo, Wrecker). I'm well aware them having wings would completely change the mission to Eriadu in the TBB s2 finale, what with them being able to just. fly over there. and away again. Even if they do use the sky-rail or whatever, for Wrecker and/or Echo's sake, Tech would still have his wings, so... All's good.)

Omega also doesn't get her own image (sorry, Omega) because while she's not a reg, exactly, she's an unaltered Clone, which means... Well. I'm not actually sure what that means. I suppose that depends on whether Fett had wings, or that's something the Kaminoan's added? I'm gonna go with the first one, because I like that better. The Kaminoans may have changed things about the wings, but Omega will still have wings, because Fett did too. But that also means she'll have wings identical, or at least very similar to the regs' (left img. above), though maybe she'll have lighter feathers, to match her lighter hair. Also, since she's still (physically) a child, she'll have wings that look more like the immature/juvenile falcons', which means... less spots and stripes? I think? I'm not sure.

I'm also not sure when this whole thing changed from 'idle musings' to 'full-blown headcanons' but it certainly happened. Let me just go back and add a read-more somewhere. Alright, that's done. I'm not really sure if I'm actually gonna... do anything with these headcanons. I do really like the concept of meebles' fic, though - showing different relationships through the grooming and preening of wings - so maybe I'll write something a la that at some point, just for the Batch instead of Cody. Maybe some hurt/comfort about what the Empire does to Crosshair's wings while he's a prisoner? And how he has to learn to trust people near him/his wings again, and how his brothers help him heal, both physically and mentally.

If I do ever write something about all this, I'll make sure to link back to meebles's fic as the inspiration - and in case you missed it up top, or just don't wanna scroll all the way back up again (that's fair, this got rather long), here it is again: and the stars, like a loved one by firelord_zutara on Ao3, also known as meebles here on tumblr. Go read it, you won't regret it.

[fanged-cotl]

Soon

(wip)

ok so since my au reaches into pre AND post cannon what should I actually call it???? ahah

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Soulmates: Izuku Hawks Natsuo. Even I don’t know if I’m looking for platonic or a crack ship.

Natsuo grew up in a world where he wasn’t enough. Just a face in the crowd for his father to occasionally drag out and parade around. He was never allowed his own life. Never allowed to enjoy things and to have fun without worrying about how it affected the family. Even his choice of career had been highly scrutinized by everyone. 

 “Why mental health? Cause of his mother?” Was whispered.

 “A surgeon is a better look.” PR whined at him. Natsuo ignored it all. He doubled down and worked hard. 

 But it was hard. Really hard. More so when… Shouto was aorund. Natsuo tried not to hate his little brother. It wasn’t his fault he was born with the Quirk their father desperately wanted. It wasn’t his fault that Touya had his mental break down, repeating a trauma dump on Natsuo each night that made the younger boy want to go crazy. It wasn’t Shouto’s fault.

 But oh the burn inside of him made it hard not to. He tried to ignore it, tried to temper it. 

 But it felt like a fuse. More so when Shouto came home speaking of Midoriya Izuku. 

 A name Natsuo knew given it was etched onto his skin along with the name Takami Keigo. 

 Now, soulmates weren’t always romantic. Natuso’s mother was soulmates with an aromantic asexual nurse at the hospital she was in. (And there was a reason that Rei hadn’t left yet and oh it burned him as much as Shouto did at times to know that.) But… well there was only a five year gap. Natsuo could wait and see.

 But then Shouto began talking with Fuyumi about how nice and sweet and kind Izuku was. How intelligent. How skilled. It made Natsuo want to rip something apart. His little brother shouldn’t be talking about HIS soulmate like that. All sweet and gentle and soft. Fuyumi seemed to know why Natsuo seemed angry and cautiously pried into Shouto about Izuku’s marks. Given Shouto had his own, some girl he was only friends with apparently, it was easy.

 “They were burned off by a former classmate. It came out on the first day and he got expelled.” The words made Natsuo RAGE. You don’t DO that. It was disgusting. It was horrific.

 His soulmate didn’t know who Natsuo was to him. He was too young and his mother never wrote the names down. Why would she? Burning off a mark… you didn’t do that. 

 Natsuo got the name of the boy and stewed. And stewed. He went to a stupid gala his father said the family had to and boiled in his rage. 

 Then a winged hero appeared by his side, a wrist bared.

 “Hello, I’m Hawks. Or Takami Keigo.”

-0-

 Keigo didn’t talk about the possessive side of himself. The side that gripped and snarled and imagined killing anyone who touched what was his. People were disarmed by his cheerful smiles and ‘lazy’ appearance. They didn’t look further to see more about him. 

 They’d have remembered the raptors also are fellow birds. That they were predators, more dangerous then others.

 Keigo always knew he was a predator. He could dress it up as just being a pretty bird but the truth was much darker then most knew. He was dangerous, and he would kill if anyone touched what was his.

 He lost six handlers before the Commission wised up and stopped trying to force him to give up what was HIS. They worked with him to make sure he got what was his and that he could be a hero for them. They weren’t stupid enough to try and restrict him after he’d ripped out a few throats.

 In another life, perhaps this would haven’t had happened. In another life maybe he’d be more submissive. In this one, Keigo never pushed aside his instincts and wanted. 

 But what he wanted most was his soulmates. They were HIS. His mates, the ones he would never let go. His, his, his! He wouldn’t be like his father, keeping them locked away like the man did to his son and wife. No he’s let them free. But always they would come back.

 He’d make sure of it.

 The Commission told him to wait before claiming them. That it was better to do that rather then try and take what was rightfully his. He was FURIOUS at the idea but grudgingly accepted it after a long conversation with a shrink about ‘bonding young being detrimental’. 

 But as soon as he saw one of HIS soulmates at a gala… all bets were off. He approached right away, and showed the proof. Todoroki Natsuo looked back with a familiar look in his eyes.

 “You know our third?” The white haired man asked in a whisper as a reporter began taking pictures, having seen the reveal. 

 “The kid in UA? I got banned from offering an internship. Said it wouldn’t look good and he is to young for me.” Keigo sneered. Perhaps it was true. Okay yeah it was. The kid was sixteen, he could wait a few more years… that sounded incredibly creepy. He would remove that thought. He wouldn’t interact with the young hero until it was time for them to meet as adults. 

 “His marks were burned off,” Natsuo breathed. “He doesn’t know. I did get the name of the brat who did it. Who still got into UA and then attacked our soulmate before being expelled.”

 A fury burned in Keigo as he smiled at the camera. He accidentally revealed his other wrist as he put a hand on Natuso’s shoulder.

 “What’s the name?”

-0-

 The next morning Izuku was staring at the paper that showed Hawks, the Hawks, alongside Todoroki Natsuo after being revealed as soulmates. Another name was noted though, one that everyone could see.

 Midoriya Izuku. 

 Izuku had already demanded to know why Todoroki didn’t tell him and he wasn’t to sure if he believed the claim that the red and white boy had never seen his brother’s marks. He’d seen the look the boy gave him from time to time after all.

 Though perhaps it was unfair. Izuku didn’t know. All he knew was that the burns on his wrists ached from where there had once been names. 

 He studied the photo again before sighing. He’d meet them as an adult probably. Or in passing. Their age gap wasn’t enough of one to be branded platonic off the bat but spending time now wouldn’t be the greatest idea. 

 He pulled out his phone to look at the article sent by his mother. Bakugou, his old bully and the guy who’d burned off his names as kids because ‘Quirkless Dekus don’t deserve soulmates’ had been murdered. Apparently after being expelled from UA, he’d gone vigilante and bit off more then he could chew, his throat ripped out by some villain.

 Izuku didn’t know what to think of that either honestly but put it aside. His soulmates were more important.

[prey-to-go]

This one-shot was inspired by this post because it just sounded so awesome so I decided to finally slip on my vore irondad writing mittens again and write it lol.

Tw, there is blood and gore mention + description. ALSO, ST*RKERS DNI.

Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.

It was rare where Tony's more deeper instincts took hold of him, drowning him under a thick haze for the thirst of blood and souls.

In fact, its been months, almost a full year since his last incident.

Today was different however. Today, those instincts reared their nasty twisted head from the deep dark hole they'd come from. They had come so strong and so unexpectedly that not even Pepper was able to snap him out of it.

Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger.

Tony snarled, his tail flickering as he hovered over his latest victim's now cooling body. He could feel warm blood dribbling down his chin, his stomach growling for more.

It wasn't enough. He needed more. There was only hunger, hunger and hunger –

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony didn't even register the terrified voice that called out to him as he whirled around to the sound from where it came from.

He was immediately met with a minuscule form, honestly, it barely reached his knee but it was enough for Tony to do a double-take.

They barely stared at each other for a second before whatever the small being was turned around and took off like the gates of hell had just been unleashed.

Tony's wings flared out and he let out a bellowing howl before giving chase. The scampering prey barely made it a few feet before it tripped and fell face down just a little ahead of him.

He lunged, pinning it under his hand and leaned forward, baring his fangs as he did and ignoring the fruitless struggles of the easy catch.

However, it wasn't until that he inhaled that he caught a strange scent from the prey. It ebbed away at the instincts that had been roaring at him all day, dulling it down and narrowing the world around him.

Sniffing again, he concentrated on the odd feeling of familiarity and happiness that slowly chipped away at the deep haze that had overtaken him.

The prey - was it prey? - let out a sound that even in his current state of mind, Tony knew was one of distress.

Before he could process what he was doing, Tony let out a soothing rumble. He wrapped his hand carefully around the small being, making sure to be extra careful as he did.

Something in him burned brighter than the current fire inside his stomach that wanted to lash out and consume everything in its path.

It screamed protect. Rather than hunger.

To keep safe at all costs and that's what Tony would do.

He let another rumble, cradling the being close to his chest and trying to not think of the way it trembled in his hands. Trying to not think about that he was the one that caused it.

Now, he could only bring comfort and a promise to protect. In the end, he could hope it would be enough.

I'm sorry, kid.

[anarkhebringer]

Me and my goth girlfriend getting ready to beat the shit out of the cults that made us who we are

[yuridovewing]

Shounen protag Firestar is awesome and cool and I love those types of designs, especially with the fire motif lending well to anime hair, but I know when I get to him, I want to make him look kind of like a geek? At least when he's Firepaw/Fireheart. I always saw him as the type that, while gullible and easy to persuade, is always questioning things and seeking out knowledge. He wants to learn each and every type of clan job there is, and he's all too willing to sniff around when Tigerclaw is acting suspicious. He's definitely an action guy, but he uses his head a lot and takes special care when making tough decisions, something that he honed when he became deputy.

So in my hypo-rewrite au, I wanna lean into this a bit. He joins the clan ready to stuff his brain with every bit of clan culture, their festivities, their training, their contruction, their meals, their practices, and he even becomes a bit of a medic assistant, spending a lot of time with Spottedleaf in the medic's den (NOT romantically like in canon, I wanna retool Spotty as well, but she's a mentor figure the same way Bluestar and Yellowfang are). He's ambitious, he is that guy who is striving for that 4.0 GPA, he wants to prove himself and be in every single type of patrol. And this combined with his knowledge from when he was a kittypet, makes it easier for him to note when things don't line up, and when that happens, he's shoving his nose in it.

But he's book smart, but not street smart. When he goes into a conversation unprepared, he can be tricked pretty easily with "Um, Tigerclaw was obviously at the border with brokenstar's lackeys cause he was telling em off, DUH." Because he still wants to see the best in people despite that- and that can be a double edged sword. So while he's a little detective, yeah he needs the help sometimes. He's also not great with thinking on the spot, he needs a lot of time to ponder what action he's going to take on sniffing out evidence for his case. He doesn't really hone this until he's deputy.

[illithilit]

rp tier list

tagged by: @forgottenwyrm tagging: @airxn ; @aliarssmile ; @eldritchborn ; & anyone else who hasn't??? ( I haven't been paying attention, sorry fam orz )

[preyandhunter]

New Fic!

cw: slight blood and gore

here's a little silly story about the other half of Grian and Mumbo's origin story before they enter the plot >:3

these are slow to actually finish and post but we are still working on them!

we have 5 in total up on the series. Go check them out if you're interested in this au!

let us know who you'd like to read about as well! it might shift the posting order of the coming fics....

[iiguess]

...Why are there several unmoving bodies in her area--

[tavroasticus]

uh oh , spaghetti-o's !