#rose dungeon critters

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Dungeon Critters fandom I summon thee [there's MAYBE two other people and that's wishful thinking]

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Hehe I recently reread Dungeon Critters and it's so good! Very underrated. Rose is my favorite <3

I love lesbians

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between roar and whisper ⇾ bgc. [M]

⎡ Your passion for him toggles between a roar and whisper. He’s not satisfied until your eyes roll. ⎤

⌁ pairing; slytherin!chan x gryffindor!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; hogwarts au, pwp, e2l, some angst, smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 9.4k

⌁ summary; the princess of gryffindor has no business lurking around the dungeons, other than to destroy the demon of slytherin that is… or so she thought…

⌁ warnings; mentions and brief depictions of an abusive relationship, mentions of alcohol, dom!chan, brat!reader (reader is thicc), infidelity, sir kink, size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, bondage, humiliation, overstimulation, degradation, dirty talk, clit worship, fingering, choking, light rimming, squirting, gagging, spanking, tit slapping, cum play, spit play, anal play

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⟶ please note that, despite still attending Hogwarts, all characters are of consenting age

Lumos.

The tip of your sycamore wand glows against the dungeon walls. It smells of murky roses and still saltwater. Your face scrunches in disgust as the bitter notions settle upon your tongue. You resist the urge to gag, walking down the long corridor. You duck under hanging cobwebs and try to ignore the scurry of rats along the edge of the stone floors.

Did he guide you down hidden tunnels as some sick joke?

“Meet me by the prefect’s lavatories around midnight,” he’d said, tonguing his cheek and raking his gaze over your frame.“We’ll discuss a truce then.”

You’re not interested in a truce. You just need to obtain proof of his misconduct and abuse of power. After tonight, the Headmistress will think twice about dismissing your accusations of cheating and bribery. Maybe, she’ll stop turning away your owls as well. You’re not certain you can stomach the humiliation of receiving another returned letter in the middle of the crowded common room.

It all ends tonight.

The lying, the cheating, the complete disregard for anyone but himself— you’re tired of it. You just want to experience one day without students nagging you in the common room or great hall or even during class about his destructive behaviour. Despite telling the students countless times to approach the prefects and head-pupils, the responsibility always gets tossed back to you. The prefects claim they can’t risk their positions by making serious accusations against a fellow member of their staff.

“You’re the only one with a credible enough reputation to be taken seriously,” Nayeon, the head-girl, once told you.

You might just scream at the next person who says that to you.

The end of the corridor presents a ladder. As you are about to take hold of the wood, a black, fury insect makes itself known. You slightly squeal at the sight, jump back.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you mutter before flicking your wand to magically shake the spider, and any other crawling critters, off. Begrudgingly, you begin your ascent up the ladder.

Alohomora.

The latch unlocks. You grunt, pushing open the door. It falls onto the floor with a loud thump. You freeze, shoulders to your ears, hoping no one has heard. When only silence replies, you climb through with a soft grunt. Kicking the door shut, you brush off your clothes and resist the urge to shudder at the thought of one of those bugs finding themselves on you.

“You can just take those off,” a deep voice says, tone dripping in arrogance.“You won’t need them in here.”

Moonlight seeps through stain-glass windows, cascading upon an all too handsome face. However, the room is primarily illuminated by a warm glow of candles levitating above. Under the orangish flicker of the lights, he sits in a grand foam-topped bath. His wet hair is slicked back, eyes dancing with mischief as he tilts his head to observe you. You swallow thickly at the sight of his bare chest and those strong arms, leaning back against the rim of the porcelain green tub.

Vermilion vanilla and smoked sandalwood saturate the room, emerging from bubbles that float out of the foam and burst around you. The sweet taste is on the tip of your tongue. Intoxicating your senses, the scent ripples into your subconscious, unravelling a memory from Potions class weeks ago.

Professor Hylithe purposely paired Gryffindors with Slytherins, forcing you to sit by him despite your many protests.

He flashed that same smirk, cocked that same brow and teased, “I won’t bite,” only to lean in and whisper, “unless you ask nicely.”

The moment he inched closer that musky vanilla scent invaded your senses. Your eyes watered; breath almost hitched as you held it. Still, you didn’t want to exhale it too soon, wishing to inject it into your bloodstream.

The same urge tugs at your senses now, electrifying your nerves with a desire to lean into his masculine scent of comfort and stability.

“Don’t be shy,” he goads, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You roll your eyes. “Get your ass out here, Bahng.”

“I'd rather bang in here.”

You can tell by the smirk playing on his lips he’s proud of himself. You fight off a chuckle, sucking in your cheeks.

“You picked now to bathe?” you ask as you climb up the steps of the bath.

He shrugs, averting his gaze to twirl his fingers between the bubbles. “It’s hard to find the time when I’m constantly being summoned to the Headmistress’s office.”

So, she has been getting your owls. You try to mask your relief, crossing your arms over your chest. His attention lingers on the gesture. You knew there was an ulterior motive to his sudden talks of peace. If you continue to expose his impropriety, he might be revoked of his prefect privileges.

“Maybe if you stopped being an ass and started following the rules, instead of bending them for your cockroach friends and girls you’d like to bed, you would be able to fit whatever you want in your schedule.”

He smirks. “Am I sensing a hint of jealousy?”

You mock his smile. “I have a boyfriend.”

Rolling his shoulders back, he breathes a humourless chuckle. “Right, what was his name again? Jake?”

“Jim.”

“Whatever,” he hisses. “Hell of a quidditch player.”

You tentatively nod.

“Heard he has a tendency to be a beater off the field as well.”

Shifting your weight, you shake your head. “Are you unfamiliar with the concept of a rumour, Bahng?”

“That’s not exactly denial, is it?”

Lips dry, you take a moment to lick them and swallow thickly.

No one understands Jim— no one tries to, anyway. He’s thoughtful when it counts and nearly always caring. He’s just protective of those he cherishes. He allows you permission to hang out with your friends because he wants to ensure that you’ll be safe no matter where you are. And you like it when your boyfriend has input on your clothes. You’re so used to wearing a uniform, sometimes you forget how a proper woman is supposed to dress— that’s what Jim tells you. He is always here to remind you because he cares. He made that very clear himself.

Yes, maybe sometimes he becomes so passionate he cannot think straight, but it’s not intentional. He’s filled with so many emotions, it’s hard to contain them all at once. Besides, he always makes it up to you, showering you with cuddles, kisses, and your favourite chocolate frogs. He’s completely capable of being a gentleman.

“He just has a temper,” you reply, voice quavering. You clear your throat before adding, “I’ve heard that you do as well. Aren’t you dubbed the Demon of Slytherin?”

A smile tugs on his full lips at the mention of the title. “Not with the people I care about,” he clarifies.

“Well, look at that,” you tease. “I didn’t think you cared about anyone other than yourself.”

He thumbs the corner of his mouth, tongue poking against his bottom lip. “Come in and I’ll enlighten you a bit more.”

You raise an unimpressed brow. “We’re here for peace-talks,” you remind.

“And I’m not talking until you get in here.”

He can’t be serious.

You scoff, glaring. That usual smirk is nowhere to be seen. He maintains your gaze, expressionless. The only movement is the constant clenching and unclenching of his jaw as he waits.

“I can look away if you’d like,” he taunts, the lightest impression of a smile on his lips.

He really isn’t serious, you realise. He’s only toying with you, mocking your known tendencies to be a straight-edged, highly academic student. He thinks you’re some prudent angel who condemns all excitement and never dares to laugh out loud in public.

Gritting your teeth, you grab onto the hem of your sweater and pull it over your head. The way his brows shoot up only fuels your defiance. With every button you undo, his jaw loosens a bit more. You watch his throat bob at the sight of your satin pink bra and hear his breath hitch when you pull it off.

His dazed gaze follows your hands around the zipper of your short, pleated skirt. A part of you wishes you had matched your panties with your bra solely for the sake of consistency, but the baby-blue cotton will have to do.

He roams his eyes over your curves as you flick off your shoes and socks before meeting yours once more. You gather your hair, inhaling and exhaling slowly under his careful watch, and tie it back into a sloppy but tight bun. Big, brown, and once boastful, his eyes now swim with notions of marvelled intrigue.

As you take a step into the bath, you notice he neatly folded his clothes on the edge of the tub, flicking your attention between him and his precious clothes. Then, you hold his gaze, plaster your sweetest smile, and push them into the water.

He raises his brows, about to object when you say, “That’s for being a pompous ass.”

He tries to hide his smile with a bite of his lip.

Your knees wobble as you continue to wade through water and foam. Perhaps it’s the warmth of the bath, or the cover of bubbles, but the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. Shedding your garments one by one, you have stripped your inhibitions in front of the most cunning douchebag you’ve ever been blessed to meet. What if he tells his friends? What if he embellishes the events and turns you into a conquest?

What if Jim finds out?

“What happens here stays between us,” he suddenly announces, as if reading your mind. “Not even the ghosts will know.”

“How can I be sure?”

“I’m not uncivilised, princess,” he smirks. “I have my honour.”

You pause, waiting for the glint in his eyes that often follows the delivery of his vicious jokes. Instead, sincerity swirls in those brown eyes. You wonder if perhaps you’re a fool because you believe him.

You take a seat to his left, maintaining a more-than-respectable distance. Collecting extra clusters of bubbles, you arrange them before your full chest. You’ve made your point, you tell yourself. And he’s seen far more than Jim ever has— both must never know.

“I can’t hear you from there.”

“You can hear me just fine.”

“What?”

You lean your head back with an exasperated sigh. “Merlin give me strength,” you mutter before inching a bit closer.

He tsks, beckoning you towards him with a curl of his fingers.

You comply, drawing nearer and nearer. When he continues to summon you closer, even at an arm’s length away, you lightly splash him.

“This is close enough,” you spit.

From the way he smiles, you realise he was trying to see how close he could get you. Jaw tight, you shake your head.

“Can you be serious for two minutes?” you ask, voice sharp. “We shouldn’t even be up this late. We have a Transfigurations quiz tomorrow.”

Confusion furrows his brows. “No, we don’t.”

You try not to smile at the way he speaks, accent thickest when he’s perplexed.

“Every second Thursday at nine, we get a pop quiz on the last two chapters,” you explain. “If you paid attention to anyone but yourself, you’d know that.”

“I don’t think anyone but you knows that,” he replies through a chuckle.

He can see the pride flash in your eyes, spreading onto your lips through a little smile— you know he can. He mirrors the expression, and you expected it to be another instance of mockery. However, upon the absence of that mischievous glint in his eye, you’re inclined to believe that he might actually mean it.

Is he proud of you for being so observant, so keen?

You hold your breath as he reaches over to move a strand of hair from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, then gently traces your jaw. You gulp a nervous lump down your throat.

Holding your chin between the edge of his finger and thumb, he quietly asks, “You want to be serious?”

You slowly nod.

“Tell me why the Princess of Gryffindor is dating a leach.”

“Why do you care?”

“Satisfy my curiosity.”

Why is the thought of satisfying him not completely revolting?

He’s a liar, a charming hustler. He has, somehow, slithered his way into everyone’s good graces, always getting what he wants, when he wants it. He gives absolutely no thought to the regulations either, sneaking his way around every rule and blaming it all on your fellow Gryffindors. It’s infuriating. You’re much more witty, much quicker than him. You’re a better quidditch player too, and, if he hadn’t manipulated Madame Hooch into making him the star-player of the season, you would have easily secured that title.

So, why, after all the trouble he has caused you, does the mere mention of his satisfaction exhilarate you?

You move to release yourself from his touch, but he holds you tighter, forcing you to maintain eye contact. Clenching your jaw, you inhale sharply through your nostrils. Your eyes narrow.

He flickers his attention to your scowl, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

You exhale carefully, cautious not to press your mouth against his touch. “Some say being with Jim makes me the princess,” you confess.

He tongues his cheek.

“You don’t agree?”

“When I look at you, all I see is royalty,” he softly says, voice steady and deep. “And I can assure you that has nothing to do with him.”

“I’ve known him forever,” you try again.

He arches a brow. “You’ve known him for a little over a year,” he corrects. “You’ve known me forever.”

He’s right; you really have known him forever. The memory of him on the train on your very first day of school, sitting in the compartment across from yours, resurfaces.

He was just some snot-nosed thirteen year old, supervising his loud friends as they arm wrestled. He caught you staring and winked.

You gagged in disgust.

He’s a flirt, you remind yourself. And you mustn’t forget that there’s a catch to this line of questioning.

You tear yourself out of his grasp, hardening your gaze. “You’re not going to worm your way out of this conversation, Bahng. Tell me what it’s going to take.”

He settles back against the tub, rolling his shoulders. “What’s the point? You’ll never do it.”

You pause, attention flitting down to where the foam gathers by his waist.

Is he… big, you can’t help wondering.

The dark chuckle tumbling from his full lips reminds you of your annoyance. Gulping, you muster your most disgusted sneer and glare at him.

He’s shameless.

“You sicken me,” you spit.

That little chuckle manifests into a full, deep laugh. His pretty eyes twinkle with mischief as he tongues his cheek.“You’re so dirty,” he teasingly chastises.

You don’t mean to shiver, but he shoots you a suggestive look and suddenly you feel hot.

“All you have to do is ask me nicely.”

Brows knitted, you scoff. “I’ve asked you hundreds of times.”

“You’ve demanded,” he corrects. “Besides, I didn’t like your tone.”

You could smack him right now. You could push a wave of water in his face, disorienting him for a moment so he doesn’t see your hand wind back, and hit him upside the head. Clenching your fist, jaw tight, you fight against the urge.

A jeering smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. He’s reaping all too much amusement from your misery.

Inhaling deeply, you swallow your pride and begin, “I was wond—”

“Sir.”

“What?”

“Start with ‘Sir’.”

You scoff.

“You want me to stop, right?” he asks, voice dripping with condescension.

You’ve never been more thankful for the amount of foam floating amongst you. Your thighs press together tightly at his tone, almost quivering under the water’s surface. You don’t think you’d be able to walk away so haughty and moral if he could see just how much his charm could potentially sway you.

“Sir,” you pointedly add, “I was wondering if you would please find it in your poor little excuse of a heart to stop terrorising my housemates?”

He hisses, squinting and tilting his head. “I’m detecting sarcasm.”

“I’m detecting bullshit.”

A look of mocked condemnation colours his face. “Now, now, princess. Didn’t I tell you to ask nicely?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Everyone calls you that.”

“Not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I belong to you.”

What an interesting reality that would be— calling someone like him your boyfriend. Walking with him to class, letting him hold your books, or play with your hair, or adore the outfits you pick out and practise flying together. The images conjure themselves so clearly in your brain, you could’ve sworn they were memories. Even holding his hand would make your legs weak.

All wicked notions of mockery fade within a blink. There’s a crease between his brows and his eyes narrow, but they are not full of taunting amusement nor unruly mischief. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they’re full of pity.

“You’re not property to possess,” he affirms, tone disparaging as if the thought is unnatural. “You’re an idol of worship.”

“How blasphemous,” you joke, playing along.

He does not laugh. Sucking in his cheeks, brows furrowed and head shaking, he redirects his gaze to the bubbles in front of him. You watch his jaw flex, throat bob. Even the candles, floating above, dim and cast shadows over his handsome face.

“I’ll see what I can do about keeping Gryffindors out of trouble,” he suddenly concedes, shifting his arms off the edge of the tub for the first time. They disappear under water as he continues, “You’re going to have to warn them against bothering Slytherins though.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

What is that voice?

Usually light, laced with arrogance and mischief, his voice floats like a sweet melody, only to land sharper than a blade. Now it is plagued with melancholia. Slow, raspy, he almost sounds defeated, like he’s given up.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

Your face folds into confusion. Tilting your head, you let out a breathy chuckle. “I have known you forever, Bahng. And I know that you are a man of very pretty words, the prettiest sometimes.”

He casts you a sidelong glance, quirking a brow as a smile hovers over his lips.

You ignore his giant ego and continue, “One word answers are not in your arsenal, unless they’re lethal.”

“Your point?”

“Something is bothering you.”

“Why do you even care?” He sighs, finally meeting your gaze.

You resist a smirk. “Satisfy my curiosity?”

Conceit has no place on his face. A soft smile settles, caressing his features with genuine astonishment. Perhaps it wasn’t what you said, tossing his words back at him. But rather how you said it. Uncertain, perhaps even slightly cheeky, you posed it as a question. Your right shoulder came up to your cheek, and voice slightly pitched.

He lets out a chuckle. Parting his lips, you think he might finally express himself. He shakes his head, looking down instead.

“All this because you promised not to trouble me anymore?”

He shuts his eyes, bites his lip. You hear him inhale sharply, watch him release his lip to glide his tongue over his teeth. His jaw tenses then he meets your gaze. Cold, annoyed, he regards you with scrutiny.

“When have you ever been in trouble because of me?” he asks, voice so level, it makes you tremble. “When your friends were called to the Headmistress’s office two weeks ago, were you asked to join them?”

How the hell does he know about that? The Headmistress reassured Jim and the rest of your friends that the professor who witnessed the drunken broom-rides around the courtyard would not share it with the other pupils. She gave them a month’s worth of detention and praised you for not partaking in their shenanigans.

“Who do you think was on duty that night?” he questions. “Who do you think sent you that signal from the astronomy tower? Who do you think convinced the Headmistress that you were safely tucked in bed, unaware of the fact that your little leach stole your broom?”

The blood drains from your face.

“Do you even know what that toad said when the Headmistress questioned your involvement?”

You shake your head.

“He told her that it was your idea. That you were the one who smuggled the alcohol from some secret passage you found near Honeydukes. He told her that you were the one that woke him up and begged him to come out with you. He cried.” His voice simmers with fury, quiet and steady, as he draws nearer. You press your back against the tub. “He babbled like a baby and dragged your character through the mud.”

You crank your head back to maintain eye contact. You’re careful not to take a full breath, hoping your breasts don’t brush against his chest. However, you swear the tips of your hardened nipples still graze his skin. The possible contact fogs your brain. You blink to force yourself to remain focused, trying to register his words, the implication of betrayal they reveal.

“But he told me—”

“He’s a fucking liar,” he seethes. His gaze bounces around your face, as if suddenly aware of your proximity. Attention lingering on your lips, he confesses, “I’ve shattered reputations to keep you out of trouble. So I have to ask, ____, when have you ever gotten in trouble because of me?”

You part your lips to mention the onslaught of complaints you receive daily due to his insolence, but it all seems meaningless now. Why would someone known as the Demon of Slytherin shatter reputations for you? He doesn’t seem very sentimental, yet he lied for your sake.

Going for a late night fly in the courtyard really was your idea. You had too much coffee one night, trying to stay up long enough to finish your report on the history of alchemy due the next morning. Having finished your scroll earlier than you thought, still buzzing with energy, you suggested a broom race to your friends.

Jim heard you talking about it the next morning, and scolded you for being so thoughtless. He woke you up that night, ordering you and your roommates to get out of bed and join his friends for a race. Your roommates eventually brushed him off, but his grasp on your arm left no room for refusal.

You were made aware of the alcohol, or rather its influence, when you witnessed Monroe fly face-first into the side of the castle.

“I’m going to bed,” you said. You dismounted to hurry inside when Jim caught hold of your robes.

“We’re not done,” he sneered, pulling you towards him. You held your breath, knowing it wouldn’t end well if you reacted to the stench of whisky seeping from his mouth. “Did you leave your little friends out here when you flew with them?”

A bright green flare suddenly shot up from the astronomy tower. Jim loosened his grip to marvel at the sight with his friends.

You took the opportunity to slip away, rushing back to your dorm.

Blinking out of your memories, you watch as he pulls himself away, returning to his previous place in the tub. He sits back against the porcelain, wet arms resting on the edge.

You bite your lip at the sight of his glistening muscles. You’re not sure when he got so big, coming back to school a couple of years ago with broad shoulders and a buff chest.

Leaning his head back, he shuts his eyes and mutters, “Towels are by the steps.”

It’s time to go.

So why can’t you move?

Your legs tremble, wrinkled fingers twisting in your lap. Stand up, you tell yourself. Stand up, dry off, get dressed and leave the way you came.

Why would he lie for you, you can’t stop wondering. Why would he warn you before sending professors to detain your disorderly friends? Wouldn’t he gain more by diminishing your credibility?

This must be one of his games. He’s agreed to a house truce, but perhaps he merely wants to channel his deviant tendencies onto you.

You study his features at the thought. Though his eyes are closed, head still titled back against the edge, his jaw is tight. He grinds his teeth like he’s trying to swallow profanities. You shift your attention to his hands, large and vein-laced. His knuckles are white from how tightly he clenches them.

Could he perhaps be— No! The Demon of Slytherin would find that laughable. Of course, he’s not interested in you. It’s all a game. It must be.

“Why aren’t you leaving?”

You lick your lips. “Why did you lie for me?”

The candles flicker.

“You know why.”

“I really don’t.”

He tongues his cheek. You bite back a shameful moan.

“It’s the same reason why you refuse to say my name.”

You gulp. “Bahng,” you reply only for him to chuckle.

He peeks a sidelong glance at you before laughing some more and shutting his eyes. “You’re cute when you’re in denial.”

“Are you capable of giving me a straight answer?”

“Yes.”

You roll your eyes. He’s really going to make you say it. How did he even know you’ve been avoiding it? Has he been eavesdropping on your conversations with your friends? It’s not as though it means anything serious anyway. You just can’t get used to his name on your tongue. You’ve uttered it once in the Great Hall to one of your friends and hatefully realised that you in fact like how it sounds.

However, that cannot mean that you like him. It just means that you might be inclined to tolerate him as a classmate, or perhaps even an occasional friend. He’s not entirely horrible. He’s never late. He’s never raised his voice at his friends, and you are all too aware of how loud they can be. He has an easy smile. He’s clever. He’s athletic. He would be a dedicated, determined, devoted boyfri—.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

He sits up, rolling his neck. “You’re pretty slow for one of the top students of your year,” he taunts.

You should be insulted, absolutely disgusted that Bahng, the cunning Demon of Slytherin, has a crush on you. You should swear at him, splash him in the face with the foamy water and storm out just as you should have when he asked you to call him ‘sir.’

However, you find that your heart beats faster, breath already ragged. You find that you inch closer, flitting your gaze between his eyes and lips. You find that you do not want to hurl your dinner nor any other insults you usually have locked and loaded when you see him in the halls.

Panic surges through you at the realisation that maybe… maybe you might like him too.

“I have a boyfriend!” you suddenly announce, though you’re not quite sure who you’re trying to remind.

His voice is tempered, gaze knowing as he replies, “I’m not forcing you to stay, princess.”

I have a boyfriend.

“And if I do?” you ask as he scans your features. “Would you tell him?”

I have a boy.

“No one will know,” he repeats.

I have a friend?

“Promise?”

I have… I have…

“I vow to you my honour and dignity.”

You reach for him, finding that he is already moving towards you. Lips latch. A whirlwind of wonder circles from the pit of your stomach, flooding your chest with desire. Febrile, fierce, the force seers his name into your flesh, pumps his breath through your lungs.

Ch-ris, Ch-ris, Ch-ris, your heart beats.

Your tongue fails to keep up with his, swirling and twirling to eventually give into his guidance. You just need him closer, grappling onto his large shoulders. Arching your back, you shove your chest against his.

His hands find their place on your waist. He hugs you against him, his hammering heart beating as one with your own. It’s so natural, so quick, the way your bodies find a rhythm, congruently propelling excitement.

And then it slips, distinct amongst the shared panting, “Chris.”

You feel his hands slide down to your thighs and tighten their grip. Letting out a little squeal, you clutch onto his shoulders as he swiftly lifts you atop the thick edge of the tub.

Chris stands between your legs. A little voice is screaming at you to push him away, but you find yourself leaning back, further spreading yourself for him.

It seems to be all the confirmation he needs to advance. His hands trail up along your thick thighs. He gropes at the flesh, watching your brows furrow and lips quiver. His thumb presses against your clit.

Your legs tremble, water rippling where your feet still dangle beneath the surface.

Chris smirks. He circles the bundle of nerves, eyeing your features as they succumb to the gentle pleasure. Licking your lips, you resist the urge to buckle your hips into his hand, body tensing.

“Yeah,” he coos, rubbing your thigh. “You like that, princess?”

Before you can reply, he dives his head between your legs. His lips latch around your clit, sucking harshly. Your breath hitches, stifling your moans in the base of your throat.

His tongue presses between your folds. The warm, wet sensation itself triggers a whiny moan, but the growl that rumbles from the deep crevices of his chest has you gripping onto his head.

Chris is famished. He laps at your clenching hole, slurping on your desire with vigorous determination. He wraps his arms around the undersides of your full thighs and feasts. He shakes his head with a deep groan. You knew you liked that big nose of his for a reason, moaning loudly as he nuzzles against your clit.

Hips roll into lips. You tremble. His grip tightens as his tongue pushes through. Fingers tangled in his hair, you gasp a moan and pathetically move your body against his face.

Chris pins you in place. He has a pace set, a steady in-and-out rhythm, that does not require any assistance.

It’s brutal.

Fast and rough, he tongues your gushing pussy, further smothering his nose against your bundle of nerves. The ongoing groans he emits do not ease the intensity of his passion, vibrating against your sex.

“Fu-ck,” you choke out, squirming over his tongue.

You think he might drown in you but then he replaces his tongue with rougher fingers. Your arousal glistens over his chin and cheeks under the wavering candlelight. Ardent eyes hold your desperate ones. You have trouble focusing on the emotion flooding his gaze as his fingers curl within you.

You’ve felt your high growing for a while, but have not been so distressed by its presence before this moment. You grip onto the edge, eyes fluttering shut as your hips rush up to meet his fingers.

Chris darkly chuckles. “No, no, no, no, open your eyes, princess,” he coaxes, pace becoming more aggressive. “Look at how well you fuck my fingers.”

Your lip quivers as you focus your attention downward. Your body has a mind of its own, rolling desperately up to his hand. It’s pitiful, really— the avidity, the urgency, the willingness you display at the mere curl of his fingers, pressing the most perfect spot over and over. You haven’t even been able to find it while trying to pleasure yourself. And the couple of times you’ve allowed Jim to attempt to fuck you, you were more eager to finish than to begin.

A weak moan escapes you as you meet Chris’s cocky gaze. You never want this end, shameless in your realisation. You never want him to leave, never want to stop gawking at his handsome features as his fingers unravel your worries.

“C-can,” you start, pussy clenching tightly around his digits. “Can I pl-ease c-cum, sir?”

His eyes darken. Jaw tight, he wraps a hand around your throat.

You meant to gasp, but an embarrassingly erotic moan tears through his hold instead. It spurs him on, his pace becoming unmanageable. The bath around him thrashes from the force of his strong arm.

His fist tightens around your neck. Your needy moans shatter.

“Cum on my fingers, pretty girl,” he whispers.

You must confess that you might have cum whether or not he gave you permission, the urge undeniable. Undone in mere seconds, you throw your head back. Your body quakes, hole clenching sporadically as you gush and gush. Your hips eventually still. Your legs tremble as your orgasm shudders through you. For a second, you feel the room spin. Blood rushes up to your head, disorienting your senses.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs.

If you’ve been so good, why hasn’t he stopped? His fingers, while slowing down, still maintain a steady force. His hand still grips around your throat, choking all your high pitched whines as your orgasm washes over you.

“C-Chris?” you shakily ask once you sit up again.

A sparkle of sinister satisfaction winks in his gaze.

You swallow thickly, hips shifting to escape the ongoing pleasure. “Chris,” You firmly repeat before releasing the edge of the tub and gripping onto his wrist. “Chris, please.”

Your efforts are useless, his force much stronger than yours.

“Don’t you wanna cum?”

“I d-id,” you whine. “I c-came, sir, please.”

A pleased growl rumbles from his chest at the title.

Pride sprouts in your stomach, or perhaps it’s another orgasm? It gathers around your clit. You furrow your brows at the sensation, pussy now clenching around his fingers tighter than before. Your release usually knots and twists under your stomach, threatening to gush between the sporadic tensing.

You think you might need to urinate this time, however. The thought rushes blood to your cheeks.

“Chris,” you try to warn.

Tongue licking the corner of his mouth, Chris raises a knowing brow. He smiles devilishly.

Does he know? Does he care?

You don’t have time to find out, letting go of his wrist to grab back onto the edge. Your hips freeze, body rigid as another wave of pleasure overwhelms you. Moans trickle out through sobs, the blissful gratification becoming all too much.

Hand shifting from your throat to your waist, Chris holds you steady and pulls out his fingers to a spray of your orgasm. He does not recoil at the splash, but further coaxes it as his fingers rush flat over your clit.

Your body does not feel like your own, overridden with galvanising pleasure. Senses lost, you don’t realise the damage you’re on the verge of causing. Writhing, a pitched, loud scream splits through the swashing of the bath and splatter of your release from the depths of your lungs. Perhaps your vision is foggy, but you swear you catch the stain-glass windows tremor.

Chris ceases his harsh ministrations. He’s stifling his laughter as he pulls you back into the bath. His hand clamps over your mouth— your whines even louder at the sudden halt of satisfaction.

“Sh, sh, sh,” he soothes as you crank your neck back to look up at him.

Though, mind still hazy, you cannot help wondering if he likes the image of you beneath him or if this is simply the best position to silence you.

Why not both, you can almost hear him reply.

Chris must see some sort of dialogue in your eyes because he narrows his own. “Do you want to get caught? Is that why you screamed?” He removes his hand from your mouth, only to trace it with his thumb. “You want your precious house to see this— see me between your legs?”

You cannot help your smirk, quirking your brow. “You do look good there.”

“Yeah?” he asks, breath fanning over your lips.

When you nod, he smiles, the curve of his lips so devastatingly beautiful you wonder how on Earth you ever denied him for so long.

“As good as you’d look gagged?”

You furrow your brows, about to question him when you feel it. Wet silk slithers along your arm, looping around your bicep and up your shoulder. Green and silver, you watch as his tie travels around your neck, slightly tightening— teasing.

When you meet Chris’s gaze once more, you find they glow with rapturous lust. How long has he thought about this, about you? Does he spend his nights with the image of you at his mercy, mouth bound? Does he crave it when you sass him?

You part your lips to accommodate the tie, holding his gaze. As it loops into a tight knot behind your head, Chris tenderly takes your hands and guides them to your back. The same cool, wet sensation of silk begins to bind your wrists. It must be your Gryffindor tie. The irony is not lost on you. You felt bound by your house to see him and now he has bound you by your house to fuck you. It’s clever, admirable— already more stimulating than attempting to cum at the clueless hands of your boyfriend.

“Do you trust me?” he asks again. It’s like he cannot believe it himself.

“Foolishly,” you tease between the gag.

He smirks, caressing your chin.

“Completely,” you add. Whatever playfulness once twinkled in your eyes, fades into seriousness. “Undoubtedly.”

That’s enough, your pride warns.

“Desperately.”

You’re a fool. A pitiful, needy fool. So vacant of true connection, you’d chase anyone willing to offer you a mere moment of grace and attention. Who is the Demon of Slytherin besides some snake that cons his way through the school, for you to trust him so reverently?

The man who shatters reputations for you, a little voice revels.

Chris secures his fist around your throat again. He applies little to no pressure while pressing a soft kiss to your chin. You can smell your arousal on his face. Though you want to, you cannot deny the shameless quiver of your lower lip.

“Do you trust him like this?”

You should feel cold, recoiling in remorse and disgrace. You should blink yourself out of the trace Chris has lulled you into and demand he unbinds you. You should thrash and scream until someone ultimately hears and rescues you, declaring him a savage beast. You should remember your boyfriend’s name, even recall what he looks like.

Peering up at Chris, all you see is him, all you can bother to chant is his name. Like a broken record, it loops, sliding between thoughts. The only person etched in your soul is Chris.

“Who?” you ask in response to his question.

Chris bites back a smirk.

In a motion so swift you’ve missed it, Chris bends you over the edge of the tub. His hands station at your hips to pull your backside above the water’s surface. He laughs, the sound so sweet and pure you cannot help joining, because you already arch your back, perking your ass up high for him. His hands circle the surface fondly.

For a second, you believe that Chris is your boyfriend and you two do this sort of thing all the time.

And then his tongue returns. Pulling your cheeks apart, Chris dives between, tonguing your tiniest hole. Round and round, teasing a possible penetration, his tongue dances as you clench. Words fail you as only breathless moans sound, fraught and hiccupped. He abandons his ministrations for a split second to slurp on your resurfacing arousal.

“You taste like heaven wrapped in sin,” he mumbles against your folds.

A wavering moan replies through the gag.

You hear the water thrash rhythmically as Chris drags his tongue up from your sensitive pussy to your asshole. Again and again, he moves slow, steady like he wants to savour every last drop you have to offer.

“P-please,” you whimper.

Chris pulls away to gather saliva and spit it back onto you. Face smothered between your cheeks, he hisses,“Please what?”

A broken moan trails in response, body trembling from the aggressive vibrations of his words.

Between kisses on your clenching hole, he questions,“What do you want?”

You can’t take much more of this, toe curling as he continues to plant wet kisses, teasing you. “F-Fuck me,” you plead, holding back desperate sobs. “Please, please, pl-please, fuck me, sir!”

A pleased hum resonates against your hole. Your legs tremble.

Chris detaches himself from your rear. Waves lap around you as he stands to his full height. He pushes up your cheeks, pushing you further over the edge of the tub. His tip pokes at your dripping hole.

Excitement buzzes through your veins, knees wobbling. You fist your hands and hold your breath.

“Do you want my cock, princess?” Chris breathlessly asks, voice husky.

You hurriedly nod.

A hard smack lands on your left cheek. Jolting, a loud shriek escapes you. You try to turn back your head to glare at him, but Chris pulls your hips up again, forcing you back into your bent position.

“Use your words.”

“Yes!” you beech, swallowing profanities. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He rubs the stinging surface, lowly groaning his approval in two simple words: Good girl.

Your knees give out. Chris holds your hips firmly, like he anticipated the reaction. “That’s why you always try to behave, right?” He asks, and you swear you can hear that knowing smirk plastered on his lips. “You like being praised.”

Before you can question how he can possibly know that, his tip breaches.

Your mouth hangs open, but your voice crumbles in the base of your throat, breath stunted in your lungs.

Chris squeezes himself between your walls, imprinting his fingers onto the fat of your hips. “Fuck,” he purrs.

You’re relieved to hear he is just as broken as you are, finding your voice again. You weren’t sure you’d be able to face him tomorrow knowing you melted for him while he remained perfectly composed. Releasing soft, quiet moans, you spare a look back at him.

His head tilts back, throat bobbing as he swallows thickly, but then he straightens it to look back down. His face scrunches in pleasure watching his cock slowly shove into you. He wants to catch every second of it, lifting the fat of your ass to see himself bottom out inside you. He quietly hisses, grabbing handfuls of your cheeks.

Your eyes meet and you expect his to convey the same surprise yours do, having been caught witnessing something…. intimate. Instead, arrogance twinkles and he shoots you a wink.

“You’re insufferable,” you sneer.

He smirks, thrusting in reply.

Your self-righteous glare falters into teary pleasure.

His expression remains unchanged, however, as if he knew one manoeuvre of his hips would be enough to silence you. Reaching for the knot behind your head, Chris forces your head forward. You moan at the rough flick of his wrist, voice peaking as he yanks on the tied gag like he’s reining a horse.

The smack of skin on skin, the splash of the bath around you, even the full-chested growls Chris roars, cannot overtake the whiny, broken moans you release. Every thrust coaxes a louder sound, tearing through your throat as you try desperately to keep it down. He’s just so fast, so big, you cannot contain yourself, pushing yourself back into him.

His free hand slips into your bounded fists. The delicacy of his touch in the midsts of such rough rutting, cradles your heart. He holds your hands firmly and for a second, you forget where you are. It’s just you and Chris and the floating bubbles now infused with vanilla, sandalwood and your blended arousal. On the threshold of something real, you tighten the clasp of your fingers around his hand.

Is Chris looking for reassurance or is the gesture enough to tip him over the edge?

His thrusts snap into a force so strong, you’re certain he would have toppled you over the lip of the tub had he not been holding you so firmly. Vigorous, deliberate, his hips pound into you, rubbing against your clenching walls.

Your legs shake and shoulders ache from the strain of having them fixed in a certain position for much too long. Still, you need more, more—

“More!” you cry, and you hope he can understand you through the gag.

Water splashes out of the tub in great waves as Chris increases his speed. Though the cacophonous melody of your desires fills the room, you swear you hear him whisper, “Whatever you want, princess.”

Eyes rolling, drool dribbling down your chin, you almost fall limp on the edge. Your toes curl, body shakes from the onslaught of pleasure as he thrust, thrust, thrusts into you. You cannot keep still if your sanity depended on it, cannot keep quiet either. You half expect another prefect to barge in or a ghost to emerge and investigate the sounds of your shared pleasure.

You cannot endure it anymore, cannot endure him. Clenching tightly, you meet his movements with eager force. Your moans jump an octave in pitch. His name pours from your quivering lips like a desperate prayer.

His cock twitches.

And all at once, ecstasy arrests your bones. Muscles tense, walls sporadically clench, your orgasm ripples through your aching body. Blood rushes to your head. The high fogs your mind, muffles your hearing and you lay limp over the thick edge of the tub as Chris unloads his desire deep in you.

Nearly half the bath water is all over the floor and you catch his reflection within the spill. His hungry brown eyes are locked on your worn body, on the way your full frame jiggles with the intense impact of his thrusts. Another rope of cum shoots within you at the sight of your voluptuous backside. Chris gropes each cheek, biting his lip.

You wiggle back into him and a little smile tugs on the corners of his plump lips. He hums soft growls, tilting his head to gage the best possible angle to view your rear. He traces gentle circles over the surface of your cheeks before trailing his touch up along your spine and you don’t realise you’re trembling until his fingers brush back down.

While your voice is high-pitched, whimpering between heavy breaths, Chris’s voice drops an octave as he shushes you. The low rumbles resonate within your bones, tenderly soothing you.

The knots around your wrists and head, loosen. Your house ties fall as he pulls out of you. A whine escapes, but Chris is ready. He continues to softly shush you, pulling you up and onto his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, engulfing you in his warmth.

“You’re okay,” he whispers. He turns to sit again, seating you between his legs. “I got you.”

You tell yourself that you just need to catch your breath. Once you stop panting, and your mind stops whirling, you will untangle yourself from him, threaten to destroy him if he utters this to anyone, and leave. You just need the world to stop spinning.

Only, Chris’s arms are so strong and secure. And with the heat he radiates, the tenor of his deep voice, the brush of his panting breath against the crook of your neck, you cannot bring yourself to fight it. Your body is spent, muscles aching and bones brittle from the rush of pleasure that you still feel fuelling your needy nerves.

More than that though, you can feel your mixed arousal between your legs. And you don’t hate it. You try— you want to hate it. But, it feels so right. It feels like this is how you should be spending every night, this is where his arousal belongs: on your body.

Chris presses a soft kiss against your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open and you meet his gaze.

“Are you hurt?”

It has just occurred to you that no one else has ever held you this close after any sort of intimate moment. You’ve given your boyfriend, whose name still evades you, everything you have. You’ve gotten on your knees for him, swallowed his loads, pretended to gag on him, and reassured him that he was not quick at all and it was perfectly normal to release within the first few thrusts. You sacrificed your own pleasure multiple times and still, no one has coddled you the way Chris does now, let alone asked you if you’ve been hurt.

Tears sting your eyes. You blink them away, avert your gaze to the remaining clusters of foam and bubbles.

“What hurts?”

His voice is so soft, so delicate, you find it hard to fight off your tears.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice.

Chris shifts to try to meet your gaze. He rubs his hands along your biceps, brows knitted in concern. “Tell me where it hurts,” he practically begs.

“Nothing hurts,” you whisper.

He stiffens, hands pausing mid-stroke.

You chance a glance over your shoulder.

Despair gleams in his eyes. He sets his jaw and swallows thickly before asking, “Do you regret this?”

“No,” you reply before you can even really process the question. Your next words simply tumble out of you. “I couldn’t regret this if I tried.”

Hope twinkles in his gaze, dimming the gloom that once clouded it. He caresses your chin and smirks.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head,” you tease.

He tongues his cheek. “Tell me why you’re upset then. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Chewing on your lip, you wonder if you should be honest. You know he likes you now, but you cannot help wondering if he is simply attracted sexually to you or if this really means something to him. And if it is just sexual attraction, will you be able to weather his rejection?

You inhale deeply. He has seen every part of you, heard every drop of desperation in your voice. It might be merely sexual, but there is still a certain level of intimacy within that as well. And if he is taking the time to soothe you and check in with you after such vigorous devotion, then it must mean something, right?

“No one…” you trail, unsure how to word it.

Chris brushes your loose strands out of your face. His patience stirs something foreign in the pit of your stomach. It’s warm and whole and welcoming— Happiness.

“I never get aftercare,” you breathlessly confess. “I was beginning to think I don’t deserve it.”

You swear you see anger flash in his eyes before sadness settles. “You don’t deserve to be treated like anything less than royalty,” he says, deep voice caressing your heart. “I will destroy anyone who thinks differently.”

You kiss him, soft and slow. He quietly hums in against your lips.

Pulling back slightly, you whisper, “Then, I’ll always be your princess.”

The Great Hall bustles with chatty students gossiping, fighting over food, or rough-housing. The bright morning sun shines through the grand windows as the smell of breakfast lures you in behind your roommates.

You rub your eyes and suppress a yawn.

“Come on,” Fiona says, tugging on your robes.

You shuffle after her, adjusting your tie. It still smells of vanilla and sandalwood, drawing memories of last night to the forefront of your mind. It’s not like you can ever forget what happened. If the smell of your tie did not invoke any memories, the ache of your muscles or lingering wetness in the apex of your thighs would do the trick.

An arm wraps around your waist. You stiffen when you turn to find Jim smirking down at you.

“Morn—” you begin, attempting to brush off his touch.

His grip tightens. You suppress a hiss, knowing any indication of pain will only set him off.

“You didn’t wait for me.” His lips are curled in a boyish smile, but his eyes simmer with annoyance.

You try to push his hand away again, but he only seems to squeeze your side harder. “I woke up late,” you explain before adding, “Please let go.”

“You woke up late,” he repeats with a dry chuckle. “You seem to have enough time to shower. I can smell your vanilla soap.”

In the corner of your eye, you find Minho, one of Chris’s Slytherin friends, halt mid-step as the mention of vanilla scents. He turns to look between you, Jim, and Chris, who sits a few paces away and is burning a hole through Jim’s skull. A knowing look flashes in his eyes and he smirks at you.

Jim catches him staring, furrowing his brows. “Fuck off, snake,” he quietly hisses.

Minho glares at him.

You take the distraction as an opportunity to slip away. Jim is already one step ahead of you, tugging you back into his chest with a pointed tug of your robe. You stumble back with a quiet yelp.

Minho, brows knotted, sets his jaw. “I think she wants you to let her go.”

“I think I told you to fuck off.”

“I think we’re over.”

Jim snaps his attention back to you. “What?”

You put all your strength into ripping yourself out of his grasp. “We’re,” you start, tugging your robe out of his fists, “done.”

“What do you mean?”

“We. are. not. dat-ing. an-y. more.”

The Great Hall falls silent— or perhaps it’s been quiet for some time. You are not sure and frankly, you couldn’t care less. All you want is to be as far away from Jim and his sweaty, red face as you possibly can.

“You— Don’t fucking speak to me like that,” he seethes, advancing towards you.

Chris stands between you and Jim. You don’t remember hearing his footsteps but here he is, towering over Jim. Minho and Changbin, a fellow Gryffindor, stand on either side of him.

You are suddenly all too aware of the quiet murmurs echoing around the Hall. In the corner of your eye, you catch your roommates nervously staring, confusion and concern crumpling their faces.

“Sit down,” Chris orders.

Jim sneers, but that anger of his soon falters as Minho and Changbin take a step forward.

“What is the meaning of this?” Headmistress McGonagall asks, emerging from the back door by the staff table. She hurries down the middle aisle, clutching onto her dress, a look of pure condemnation on her face.

Chris turns to the Headmistress with a charming smile. Minho and Changbin quietly slip back into their seats as Chris explains, “I was just reminding Mr Prewett that profanities are not tolerated at Hogwarts, Headmistress. You know how forgetful he could be.”

McGonagall narrows her gaze at Chris. She then looks at Jim and finally at you. Her attention bounces between you and Chris a couple more times before asking, “Is that so?”

You nod along with Chris.

Jim clenches his jaw.

“Well, I never thought I would see the day that Ms ____ would agree with Mr Bahng,” she announces, staring at the two of you a moment longer. She hums then finally turns to Jim. “Mr Prewett, please report to my office after breakfast.”

And with that, she waves the students back to their meal and returns to the staff table.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“You’re going to regret this,” Jim mutters. “No one is going to treat you the way I do.”

You shoot him a humourless smirk. “Good.”

Chris stifles a laugh.

The sight of his playful eyes and plump lips have you suppressing your own smile. You shake off the flutter of your gut and find your place beside Fiona at the table.

“What the hell is going on with you and Bahng?” she asks as you fill your plate.

“You ever notice how Jim would always give me a plate with less food than anyone at this table and then rush me out of the Hall before I can go for seconds?”

Fiona stiffens.

“I didn’t either,” you confess, scooping another heaping spoonful of scrambled eggs. “I think Chris did though.”

Her green eyes drift back to where Chris sits. A little chuckle escapes her as she turns back to her food and shakes her head. “I think McGonagall was onto something,” she laughs.

“What do you mean?”

“I just never thought I would see the day that the Princess of Gryffindor would rule over the Demon of Slytherin.”

You can’t help but smirk, a rush of warmth blooming in your chest.“I suppose there is a balance between a roar and whisper after all.”

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新年快乐! Celebrate Chinese New Year with Our Favorite Queer Books with Snakes!

Happy Chinese New Year! According to the Chinese calendar, we’re entering the Year of the Snake. To celebrate it, we asked our contributors to tell us about their favorite queer books that feature snakes and snake-like creatures. Contributors to the list are: boneturtle, D.V. Morse, Nina Waters, Neo Scarlett, Linnea Peterson, Tris Lawrence, E. C. and an anonymous contributor.

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Half-demon Luo Binghe rose from humble beginnings and a tortured past to become unrivaled in strength and beauty. With his dominion over both the Human and Demon Realms and his hundreds-strong harem, he is truly the most powerful protagonist…in a trashy webnovel series!

At least, that’s what Shen Yuan believes as he finishes reading the final chapter in Proud Immortal Demon Way. But when a bout of rage leads to his sudden death, Shen Yuan is reborn into the world of the novel in the body of Shen Qingqiu–the beautiful but cruel teacher of a young Luo Binghe. While Shen Qingqiu may have the incredible power of a cultivator, he is destined to be horrifically punished for crimes against the protagonist.

The new Shen Qingqiu now has only one course of action: get into Luo Binghe’s good graces before the young man’s rise to power or suffer the awful fate of a true scum villain!

A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger

Nina is a Lipan girl in our world. She’s always felt there was something more out there. She still believes in the old stories.

Oli is a cottonmouth kid, from the land of spirits and monsters. Like all cottonmouths, he’s been cast from home. He’s found a new one on the banks of the bottomless lake.

Nina and Oli have no idea the other exists. But a catastrophic event on Earth, and a strange sickness that befalls Oli’s best friend, will drive their worlds together in ways they haven’t been in centuries.

And there are some who will kill to keep them apart.

Dungeon Critters by Sara Goetter & Natalie Riess

Join the Dungeon Critters–a tight-knit squad of animal companions–on a wild adventure investigating a sinister botanical conspiracy among the furry nobility. As they risk their lives traveling through haunted dungeons, swamps, and high society balls–they also come closer together as friends.

Motivated by rivalries, ideals, and a lust for adventure, these critters navigate not only perils and dangers of the natural world, but also perils and dangers…of the heart.

Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know by Cyan Wings

In a Mary-Sue novel, the readers all liked the Devil Venerable, the second male lead who devoted himself whole-heartedly to the female lead. However the female lead only loved the male lead who abused her physically and mentally.

Readers: Why doesn’t the female lead like the Devil Venerable?!

Devil Venerable: This Venerable also wants to know. But what I really want to know is why I even like the female lead at all.

In order to understand why the female lead wasn’t attracted to him, the self-conscious Devil Venerable brutally interrogated the entire cast of characters from the novel.

Background characters: I have so many things I want to say but I don’t dare to say it to his face!

After obtaining the book, the Devil Venerable discovered that the book described the world he lived in. This book said that after he sacrificed himself for the female lead, the fourth male lead, his silent and loyal subordinate Yin Hanjiang, blackened and attempted to kill her as a sacrificial offering for his lord.

Devil Venerable Wenren E: Yin Hanjiang, this Venerable wants to know why you wanted to kill the female lead.

Yin Hanjiang was silent.

Wenren E: If you refuse to speak, this Venerable will cut out your tongue and drink it with alcohol!

Yin Hanjiang: …

Wenren E: What the hell are you blushing for?!

Guardian by Priest

Zhao Yunlan heads up a covert division of the Ministry of Public Security that deals with the strange and unusual, blurring the line between the mortal realm and the Netherworld. His cocky, casual attitude conceals both a sharp mind and an arsenal of mystical tools and arcane knowledge.

While investigating a gruesome death at a local university, Zhao Yunlan crosses paths with the reserved Professor Shen Wei. Zhao Yunlan is immediately intrigued by Shen Wei’s good looks and intense gaze, and the attraction between them is immediate and powerful, even as Shen Wei tries to keep his distance. Shen Wei and his secrets are a puzzle Zhao Yunlan feels compelled to solve as mysterious circumstances throw them together, and their connection becomes impossible to deny.

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee

A year after an accidentally whirlwind grand tour with her brother Monty, Felicity Montague has returned to England with two goals in mind–avoid the marriage proposal of a lovestruck suitor from Edinburgh and enroll in medical school. However, her intellect and passion will never be enough in the eyes of the administrators, who see men as the sole guardians of science.

But then a window of opportunity opens–a doctor she idolizes is marrying an old friend of hers in Germany. Felicity believes if she could meet this man he could change her future, but she has no money of her own to make the trip. Luckily, a mysterious young woman is willing to pay Felicity’s way, so long as she’s allowed to travel with Felicity disguised as her maid.

In spite of her suspicions, Felicity agrees, but once the girl’s true motives are revealed, Felicity becomes part of a perilous quest that leads them from the German countryside to the promenades of Zurich to secrets lurking beneath the Atlantic.

Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan

Rae is a bookworm who prefers fictional men over real life boyfriends. But her life takes a strange turn when she is trapped by magic inside her favourite fantasy series, and she finds herself pitted against her suddenly living and breathing crush, the ‘Once and Forever Emperor’.

In a palace on the brink of war, she has become the villainess in his tale, and she needs to take control of the narrative before it, and the Emperor, take control of her… fatally.

Heaven Official’s Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedicated study and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise may also fall, and fall he does–cast from the heavens and banished to the world below.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time, angering most of the gods in the process. To repay his debts, he is sent to the Mortal Realm to hunt down violent ghosts and troublemaking spirits who prey on the living. Along his travels, he meets the fascinating and brilliant San Lang, a young man with whom he feels an instant connection. Yet San Lang is clearly more than he appears… What mysteries lie behind that carefree smile?

Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo

Soldier. Summoner. Saint. Alina Starkov’s power has grown, but not without a price. She is the Sun Summoner–hunted across the True Sea, haunted by the lives she took on the Shadow Fold. But she and Mal can’t outrun their enemies for long.

The Darkling is more determined than ever to claim Alina’s magic and use it to take the Ravkan throne. With nowhere else to turn, Alina enlists the help of an infamous privateer and sets out to lead the Grisha army.

But as the truth of Alina’s destiny unfolds, she slips deeper into the Darkling’s deadly game of forbidden magic, and further away from her humanity. To save her country, Alina will have to choose between her power and the love she thought would always be her shelter. No victory can come without sacrifice–and only she can face the oncoming storm.

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Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince coming to PC on September 11 - Gematsu

Square Enix will release Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince for PC via Steam on September 11, the company announced.

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince first launched for Switch on December 1, 2023.

The PC version will include all the downloadable content from the Switch version, but will not include the network mode “Online Battles.”

Here is an overview of the PC version, via its Steam page:

About

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince comes to Steam! Compose your very own team of monsters from across the Dragon Quest series and engage in thrilling battles against your foes. Recruit monsters from the wild world around you and combine them to synthesize new creatures as you see fit. With over 500 monsters to choose from and a revamped synthesis system to explore, you can mix and match to you heart’s content to create your favorite cute critters and dastardly supervillains, as well as brand-new additions to the monstrous roll call. Your quest to become the greatest monster wrangler of all time starts here!

Story

Psaro is cursed and is unable to harm anything with monster blood. Now, he must become a Monster Wrangler to create an army for battle. The hunt for high-ranked monsters takes Psaro through the ever-changing seasons of Nadiria and its unique environments, with rivers of bubbling lava, mysterious ancient ruins, and soaring towers of cake. Along the way, Psaro meets the kind-hearted elf, Rose, who joins his adventure to seek out ever-stronger monsters. The key to Psaro’s success lies with synthesis: the ability to combine two monsters and create a stronger offspring. Each new creation brings Psaro one step closer to his goal of becoming the Master of Monsterkind.

(The network mode Online Battles from the console version, where players battle one another in real time, is not included.)

Key Features

A Wondrous World Awaits – As time passes in Nadiria, so too do the seasons change, with different weather conditions tempting new monsters out of hiding and revealing paths to undiscovered areas. The Circles of Nadiria are sure to provide a fresh experience every time you visit.

Over 500 Unique Monsters – With such varied environments to explore, you can expect them to be inhabited by a plethora of monsters. While many can be recruited in battle, occasionally a defeated monster will ask to join your team of its own accord. Befriend as many monsters as you can, then combine them to synthesize new creatures and build a unique party to your exact liking.

Enjoy All the Downloadable Content from the Console Version – The Steam version includes the downloadable content packs from the console version: the Mole Hole, Coach Joe’s Dungeon Gym, and Treasure Trunks. Make the most of their unique features to enhance your adventure.

Test Your Might in Quickfire Contests – Register your team for the network mode Quickfire Contests to participate in automated battles against the party data of 30 other players. Once a day you can earn stat-boosting items as a prize, and the monsters from any team you defeat will be added to your roster (up to rank B monsters only).

Watch a new trailer below.

PC Announce Trailer

[bestfurrywife]

Rules

Character must be 18+ (if they don't have a specified age, they must be reasonably assumed to be an adult)

No explicit nsfw images in submissions, suggestive content ok

If you're submitting an indie artist's character (eg, someone's oc from tumblr or other social media) you MUST credit them

follow @bestfurryhusband lol

Submission Form

Submissions for tournament 2 are CLOSED

Contestants:

Next contestants (feel free to submit again if you have propaganda to add):

Aela The Huntress (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Allison Goleta (Super Lesbian Animal RPG)

Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Auroth, the Winter Wyvern (Defense of the Ancients 2)

 Bonnie (@dapper-lil-catgirl on Tumblr)

Princess Cadence (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Carmelita Fox (Sly Cooper)

Catra (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Catty (Undertale)

Dabarella Yeetster (Adventure Is Nigh!)

Dean Hardscrabble (Monsters University)

Demona (Gargoyles)

Deoxys (Pokemon)

Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Eclipsa Butterfly (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Eda the Owl Lady (The Owl House)

Falin (Chimera) (Dungeon Meshi)

Fenneko (Aggretsuko)

Gadget Hackwrench (Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers)

Goodra (Pokemon)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Laylee (Yooka-Laylee)

Lifts-Her-Tail (The Lusty Argonian Maid; Skyrim)

Lop (Star Wars Visions)

Merveille Million (Solatorobo)

Mrs. Brisby (The Secret of NIMH)

Miss Spider (James and the Giant Peach)

Moon Butterfly (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Ms Tarantula/Webs (The Bad Guys)

Nala (lion king)

Olympia (Rivals of Aether)

Pinkie pie (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Princess Cadence (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Pyanfar Chanur (The Chanur novels by C.J. Cherryh)

Rainbow dash

Rarity

Retsuko (Aggretsuko)

Sarabi (Lion King)

Sasha Phyronix (Ratchet and Clank)

Shahvee (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Sophodra (Humans-B-Gone!)

Summer (Spiritfarer)

Sybil (Pseudoregalia)

The Empress (A Hat in Time)

Trixie (capitol critters)

Trixie Lulamoon (My Little Pony)

Tuca Toucan (Tuca & Bertie)

Tyranitar (Pokemon)

Vanilla the Rabbit (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Waai Fu (Arknights)

Washimi (Aggretsuko)

Wuk Lamat (Final Fantasy XIV)

Zecora (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Previous contestants:

Alphys (Undertale)

Arlinn Kord (Magic the Gathering)

Astrid (Spiritfarer)

Birdo (Mario)

Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Cordelia Hendricks (The Smoke Room)

Dahlia Byrnes (The Smoke Room)

Duchess (Aristocats)

Erma Felna (Erma Felna: EDF)

Fenna van Houwelinck (Glory Hounds)

Fidget (Dust: An Elysian Tale)

Fillyjonk (The Moomins)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Freya Crescent (Final Fantasy 9)

Furryosa (Atomic Crops)

Golem (Pokemon)

Greasefang (Magic the Gathering)

Hecate (Tokyo Afterschool Summoners)

Holo (Spice and Wolf)

Hoodwink (Dota 2)

Hornet (Hollow Knight)

Ilia Shrikewood (Temptation's Ballad)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Jenna Begay (Echo)

Judy Hopps (Zootopia)

Juno (Beastars)

Krystal (Star Fox Adventure)

Laika (Laika Aged Through Blood)

Laika (Laika's Comet)

Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Loona (Helluva Boss)

Lopunny (Pokemon)

Loveander (Palworld)

Madam Dora (The Smoke Room)

Madame Vastra (Doctor Who)

Maid Marian (Disney's Robin Hood)

Marie Itami (BNA)

Maria (Extracurricular Activities)

Meicrackmon (Digimon)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Molly Yarnchopper (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts)

Moomin Mamma (The Moomins)

Mother Glory (Friends at the Table)

Muffet (Undertale)

Nidoqueen (Pokemon)

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Princess Luna (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Queen Bee-elzebub (Helluva Boss)

Renamon (Digimon)

Rivet (Ratchet and Clank)

Rose (Remember the Flowers)

Rouge the Bat (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach)

Salazzle (Pokemon)

Sally Acorn (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Soraka (League of Legends)

Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Toriel (Undertale)

Torque (X-Com: Chimera Squad)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Vipress (Kung Fu Panda)

Xenomorph (Alien)

Whisper the Wolf (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Yona (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

[alinalioness]

Welcome to my blog Tumblr.

Добро пожаловать в мой блог Tumblr.

Information:

Name:Alina (Я могу писать на русском, но фанфиков к сожалению нет)

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Country: Russian 🇷🇺

Birthday: 5 August.

Content: SFW, Although there will be blood, but not much

Like: Candy, family, games, films, BALAN WONDERWORLD, inhabitants from Balan Wonderworld, Vocaloid song (Except for the brazen NSFW), world, ASMR, Meme, Song "Together" and "Circus Monster", horror (I very like Fnaf), Fanfic, nostalgia.

HATE😡🔪: NSFW (DAMN THE P*RN), P*0ship (₽ed0, in¢e$t, etc), Balan wonderworld haters, violence, obscene language, skibidi t0¥liet (Although I'm also not interested in other web series besides TADC), z00phile, disgust, fetish.

Favorite Series: Смешарики, Советские мультики, SpongeBob SquarePants, 7 dwarves, Phineas and Ferb, Wander over yonder, Raddids invasion, Shaun the sheep, Pink Panther, Popee the performance, TADC, Tom and Jerry, Oggy and the cockroaches, MLP, Scooby Doo (Where are you? and Be cool).

Favorite Anime: My dear friend Nokotan, My neighbor Totoro, Spirited away, Pokemon.

Favorite movie: Emperor's new groove, hurting season, Spongebob Trilogy, Madagascar 1, Otel Transylvania, Beauty and the Beast, Coco, minions, despicable me (Except part 4), Super Mario Bros Movie, Angry Birds, movie, Trolls.

Favorite Game: Balan Wonderworld, FNF, professor Layton, cat jump, WildCraft, castle cats, dungeons dogs, NiGHTS, Super Mario, Angry Birds, Slime Rancher, My Singing Monsters, Gacha Club, Games by Raddids invasion, Rayman, Parrappa the Rapper, Pizza Tower, Sugary Spire, JMKit, Roblox, Baldi's dasics, incredibox, NSR, Minecraft, Touhou, The FisherCat, hungry shark (And dragon), evolution galaxy, Cath candy, Cuphead, Cookie Run.

Favorite Horror: Fnaf, Poppy Playtime, Garden of BanBan, Indigo Park, That's not my neighbor, Rainbow Friends, DOORS, Backrooms, Slendytubbies, Dandy's World, Sprunki.

Favorite other: VOCALOID, UTAU, FANLOID, Paper School.

A BIG OBSESSION: VOCALOID, BALAN WONDERWORLD, DANDY'S WORLD.

Characters and Ships:

Favorite characters: Krash (Крош), SpongeBob, Sandy, Poppy (Trolls), Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Balan, Emma Cole, Fiona Demetria, Yuri Brand, Haoyu Chang, Cass Milligan, Iben Bia, Attilio Caccini, Chica (Toy and Glam rock), Mangle, Sundrop, Kissy Missy, CatNap, Rambley the Raccoon, Creeper, Popee, Pomni, Ragatha, Pikachu, Sylveon, Cirno, Amit (WildCraft), Mario, Peach, Minx.

Favorite costumes BWW: Jumping Jack, Dynamic Dolphin, Dusk Butterfly, Itsy Bitsy Elf, Soaring Sheep, Box Fox, Air Cat, Slow Turtle, Air Unicorn, Invisible Man.

Favorite Villains: Purrla, Grim Creeper, Princess Marey, Dandy, Doofenshmirtz.

Favorite Ships (Keeping in mind the most beloved): Fiona Demetria x Haoyu Chang, Foxy x Mangle, Huggy Wuggy x Kissy Missy, Wally x Rose, Jinx x Minx, Fukase x Vflover, Poppy x Boxten, Dandy x Bobette.

Favorite Singing Monsters: Tweedle, PomPom, Ghatz, Sox, Barlett, Kayna, Gowl, Stogg, Flanger, tda.

Ask for my aus characters.

- Little-Octopus lioness (Octopus! Alina, SpongeBob, Patrick, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, Fiona, Haoyu)

- Five nights at Alina's

- Balan Wonderworld: Smiling critters (Including the nightmare critters)

- inhabitants celestials (Balan Wonderworld x My singing monsters)

Rules and Notes:

-100% NSFW, Proships, fetish ban

-My character will be different from the memes and the "Alina and Friends" universe.

-Most of my work will be done by BWW.

-Be polite and calm.

-gender change allowed

-I don't like to label gender in s€x, I feel uncomfortable.

Thanks for attention.

[estellardreams]

World's Unite Headcanon's/Tidbits

Been thinking about this for a while... What if I made an entire post on fun facts about this alternate universe? I'll mainly be talking about each character respectively and what they usually do. Cool? Cool.

Sonic:

Sonic grew up in cloudsdale and even attended the same school as Rainbow Dash. The two have been known to be fierce flying rivals, always trying to one-up each other.

Sonic doesn't have a place to call home. As such, he usually sleeps on clouds and gets food to go.

Miles:

Miles, unlike Tails, doesn't have a nickname because his deformity is more inherit to his pony type.

Miles does still like mechanics, except now he's been focused on helping other pegasi like him achieve their dreams of flight by constructing them wings.

Tails lives on the ground instead of the skies, still working on a secret project he's refused to tell anyone about, including Sonic.

Knuckles:

Knuckles has a deep fascination with the world outside his guardian shrine, and often visits the libraries to study pony history. He met Twilight that way, too.

Knuckles likes helping out with anything that involves carrying things. He once managed to help kick back a toppling apple tree from crushing Applejack.

AJ does consider Knuckles to be an honorary member of the apple family, since he doesn't have a family of his own.

Knuckles does visit the Crystal Empire occasionally to check in with Cadance and the Crystal Heart, just to make sure it's stable.

Amy Rose:

Amy is one of the very few ponies who can keep up with Pinkie's high energy. As such, she's managed to keep going after everyone else clocked out during games or challenges.

Amy is one of the strongest unicorns out there, and managed to achieve third place without using her magic during the Trihoofalon! The other contestants were mainly earth ponies, but it was still impressive.

Amy can manage the strength of a small barn on her back with ease. That's the amount she's weightlifting currently, anyway.

Shadow:

Shadow has given himself a soft and quiet life ever since he's been released from the dungeons, trying to live alone.

Shadow tends to see a lot of Maria in Fluttershy.

Shadow and Fluttershy are close friends.

Shadow is shockingly gentle and precise with everything he does, not wanting to rush himself.

For whatever reason, many tiny critters cling onto Shadow and cuddle with him.

Shadow likes flower crowns. A lot. His favorite flowers are baby blue "Forget-Me-Nots".

Rouge:

Rouge does sometimes preform jewel heists, but only when necessary.

Rouge is sometimes hired to be Luna's personal spy, as she is one of her Bat pony kin.

Rouge's eyes sometimes sparkle in the dark.

Rouge does embroidery in her free time, and Rarity has taken notice to it. She sometimes assists in specialized embroidery whenever Rarity is stuck on a deadline, and gets paid in gems.

Silver:

Ever since Silver came to the past, Twilight has had a constant fascination towards someone like him.

Silver is sometimes accidentally misgendered because of his long, fluffy mane and tail. He always tries to correct ponies on that when it does happen.

[ludo-ree]

here’s Rose and June humanized(?) from @nyaatalie and @smgoetter’ dungeon critters

I don’t often draw and color on my tablet and did a lazy job on their hair, was gonna do the whole crew but lost motivation

just looking at it rn I see June’ legs need to be longer or her arms need to be shorter

[littlefanficprincess]

High Guardian spice rewrite

Super Herb Academy

Episode 1: Sun rise and Moon light

{A/n: After watch Delicious in Dungeon, I've gotten the motivation to rewrite high guardian spice. This is just an example of what it's going to be like, so if anyone is interested, tell me.}

"Rosemary, hold on. You know I can't run fast!" A girl with sky blue runs after a girl around the same age with messy hot pink hair, wielding a small wooden sword.

"No way, Sage. Adventure awaits!" The girl running infront yells, holding her sword up to the sky. She lets out a gasp when her foot hits something, making her trip.

"Rosemary, watch out!" Sage exclaims, her shoulders tense up. She was too far to catch her friend, so she can only watch.

Rosemary closes her eyes, ready to feel the impact of the ground. But it never comes, making her open her blue eyes to what is happening. Her eyes meets matching ones.

"Rose, what did I tell you about running without looking?" Rosemary's mother, Lavender, asks her daughter. She holds up the girl, before putting her back on her feet.

Looking back at where she tripped, Rosemary spots a pink and orange mushroom. It crawls out of the ground, waddeling away. She pouts "Trick shrooms" she mumbles underneath her breath.

Lavender couldn't let out a chuckle "You have to be careful, this town is full with these critters". She smiles, noticing Sage walking up them "Hello, Sage. I hope my daughter hadn't caused you too much trouble".

Shaking her head, Sage replies "Oh, ofcourse not. Just running a bit too fast, she has a lot of energy".

"I am trying to get you in beter shape, we won't be able to get in Maho high school if you're a total slug" Rosemary argues, placing her hands on her hips.

Lavender places a hand on Rosemary's head, ruffling her already messy hair "Don't be too hard on her, okay? Not everyone is as energetic as you. Now let's go, your dad is making bread pudding".

Rosemary's eyes light up at the mention "Really!? We can't just stand around, I'm hungry!". She runs off, towards her house. Lavender and Sage exchange goodbye's, before departing ways.

Watching them walk away, Sage in- and exhales. Her hair moves through the wind, strands of it trying to escape the tight braid. She feels the temperature lowering, making her shiver.

She stands there for a few minutes, before she hears her mother calling her. She looks the direction they dissapeared one more glance, then turning around to walk home.

The girl arrives at the front door of her home. On the were herbs that formed a circle, the middle was a magical symbol. Sage places her index finger on it, the door dissapearing under it.

She walks into the home, the door appearing behind her. She hands her coat to over a small spirit, which hovers over coat rack and hangs her coat in it. She mutters out a quick thanks, before walking to the dining room.

Her mother was placing dinner on the table, while her father was already sitting at it. Her mother notices her arrival and smiles "Welcome home, sweetheart. I hope you and Rosemary had fun"

"Yeah, we were pretending to save a village from a monster" Sage explains, sitting down on one of the chairs. "She was Rosemary the great, the one who punches bad guys in the butt. And she called me Sage the um... wise and powerful!"

Sage's mother nods, placing a pan on a fire spell circle. "So the usual" She responds, she takes a seat next to her husband.

The family's ears perk when they hear something to firework outside. Children run outside, past the window of their house. In their hands there were magic wants with different colored orbs in them.

Placing her hand on her forhead, Sage's mother sighs "Kids here are getting more and more of those Terraspheres, ever since Angelica one brought into in town. They've killed garden's flowers, they were my favorite".

Sage grabs a piece of meat and places it in the heating pan "But doesn't aunty Anise use new magic?" She asks, looking purple and blue flames dance around in the pan.

"That is mostly the reason why we don't talk anymore, she knows how I feel about it" Sage's mothers answers, putting some meat in the pan herself. "The family has used traditional magic since the beginning of time, using new magic is very disrespectful to our ancestors".

Sage stayed mostly quiet after that, thinking of what new magic possibly could go. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she almost let her good burn into ash. Luckily her father was there to help.

She did hear from other kids that they mostly use new magic in the big city, where Maho high school was. She hoped she didn't have to learn it, because of his much her mother hated it.

[vallkary]

Because I’m insane!! Pokémon Mystery Dungeon(kinda) Riptide AU except it’s just the Pokemon I think each character would be

SPOILERS INCLUDE: Names for Characters, and their assigned Pokemon may vaguely hint to what happens to their characters.

(Only includes the characters I could list off the top of my head, and they may be in the wrong order for when they were introduced)

To be updated

PLAYERS

Gillion Tidestrider - Starmie

Jay Ferin - Fletchinder (evolves into Talonflame on episode 101-102)

Chip - Zorua (evolves into Zoroark on episode 70 or 86) - (transformed into Hisuian Zoroark on episode 109)

Goobleck - Ditto

GUESTS

Clorten - Druddigon

La Alma - Hawlucha

Tastrius - Cursola

Ichabod - Turtinator

Duke - Simisage

“OMNIPRESENT” NPCs

Arlin James - Passimian

Captain Rose - Resolute Keldeo

Niklaus Hendricks - Jirachi

“Dread Queen” - Shaymin

Captain Shadowbeard - Marshadow

Kubakenta - Spiritomb

Jayson Ferin - Talonflame

Faye Ferin - Talonflame

Caspian - Dhelmise

NPCS

Captain Widow - Darkrai

Captain Lizzie - Shiny Zoroark

Drey Ferin - Talonflame

Finn Tidestrider - Starmie

Gryffon - Pangoro

Marshall John - Emboar

Old Man Earl - Oranguru

Queen - Bunnelby

Oliver Teach - Eevee

Igneous - Golurk

Empress Malice - Hisuian Zoroark

Rudith - Audino

Ayva Ferin - Aromatisse

May Ferin - Aromatisse

Edyn Tidestrider - Shiny Starmie

Ruben Price - Zoroark

Kira - Galarian Rapidash

Ella Teach - Espeon

Rizz Rizz son of Rizz Rizz - Furfrou

Ensa - Metang

Leon Edison - Magearna

Alphonse - Iron Thorns

Roofus - Stoutland

Doctor Ooze - Mewtwo

DIVINE CRITTERS

Dugon - Titan Gyrados

Pelagus - Lugia

Luxbris Oyster - Uhh Idunnow Uxie or something

Dooke - Titan Torterra

“Artificial Leviathan” - Shadow Lugia

The Black Sea - No known Pokémon. Essence of shadowification.

[thelemonzone42]

Rosie Gigglepip

Rosie Gigglepip

Lily was taking care of a brown guinea pig stray named, ‘Coco’ who has been very sleepy lately. After Jess arrived to help Lilo put away the little critter, Goldie purred. This reminded Lily so much of her new cat, ‘Pixie’ when she purrs. After crossing Brightly Stream to The Friendship Tree, they were in The Friendship Forest. It was a windy as a tornado and everyone was trying to protect their homes. Goldie explained that they needed to go to the local windmill, ‘The Whirligig’ owned by The Gigglepop’s. Before they could go, Grizelda came in. She casted a whirlwind amongst the girls. However, no flying chestnut, acorn nor twig could stop Jess, Lily and Goldie from going near The Whirligig. The whirigig was going really fast, the it’s supposed to be going slow. A family of guinea pigs were flying around in a tornado. ‘HELP!’ Shouted a voice. A small guide pig was clinging onto a branch. Lily immediately brought her down to safety. It was ‘Rosie Gigglepip’ she explained that she and her parents and her older sisters, ‘Posie’ and ‘Josie’ were trying to stop Breezy the Dragon from ruining their windmill, but her blowing was too strong. They decided to go to The Toadstool Cafe to come up with a plan. When they got there, they could see Emily Prickleback clenching onto her honey shake and Mrs. Longwhiskers protecting her cupcakes. ROsie was crying because she missed her mommy, so does Breezy. As it turns out, she and the other dragons are siblings and Grizelda casted a spell on them to prevent them from going back to their mom. The girls promised Breezy they’ll reverse the spell and return them home. They arrived to the Taptree Library for answers. Mrs. Taptree, the librarian and her sons Dig and Tipper at the library were thrilled to see Jess and Lily again. Breezy stayed behind so she won’t destroy anything. In a Dragon Magic book, they learned that to summon a dragon, they have to summon a special smoke signal, just like the native Americans. Outside the library, Breezy told them that she’s not the best as smoke, but her siblings are. They rounded up all the dragons from the places they stayed at before and began the smoke signal spell. However, Grizelda came in and was furious. Before she could attack, a blue, black, yellow and red dragon came in and scared her. It was the dragons’ mommy, ‘Saffire’ Grizelda locked her in the dungeon while controlling her children. After telling her about the winds, Saffire agreed to help stop the windstorm.

At the whirligig, Saffire used a bubble ram to stop the whild whirlwindd, stop the tornado, freed her babies and The Gigglepips. Saffire landed the Gigglepips on the ground and Rosie is happily reunited with her family. They celebrated at the Toadstool Cafe with the dragons as the guest of honors. To repay Jess and Lily for their bravery, Saffire displayed beautiful fireworks. While they were watching the dragons go home as a family, it was time for Jess and Lily to go home.

Back at the barn, they found out why Coco wasn’t feeling so well, she was having a baby. Lily’s parents wanted to surprise Lily but she got there first before they did. They figured that if Jess had a pet cat, she should have a pet too. And since no one wanted to adopt Coco, they decided to adopt her as well. Lily decided to call her pet Guinea pig, Honey Rose.

The end.

Guinea Pig Facts

Guinea pigs eat grass and hay to slow down their rapid growing teeth

They’re awake for twenty hours and sleep for four hours

They can have up to ten family members.

[duckprintspress]

Mid-Year Duck Prints Press Storygraph Challenge Update

I’ve been meaning to post a reminder that our Storygraph challenge is ongoing, and a specific update on my personal progress, for a while, and a week before Pride Month starts strikes me as as good a time as any to go HEY, WE’VE GOT A CHALLENGE TO ENCOURAGE PEOPLE TO READ QUEER BOOKS!

So, hey! We’ve got a challenge to encourage people to read queer books! It’s the Duck Prints Press 2025 Queer Book Challenge on Storygraph, and it’s open for everyone to participate! It’s composed of 40 challenges – one required (it’s “read a queer book”) and all the rest bonus for the fun of it. If you haven’t joined us already, I hope you’ll consider doing so. The challenge runs from Jan 1 to Dec 31, so everything you’ve read this year – even before you joined! – can count for filling the prompts.

For fun, I decided to make a bingo card, with the 40 prompts + 2 free spaces to get it square.

…and then I filled it in with my own prompt fills for the year! I might actually get a black-out this year; I’ve already got a higher percentage than I did all last year.

Card fills written out below the read more!

read a queer book you borrowed from the library: Dungeon Critters by Sara Goetter and Natalie Riess

read a queer book that has fewer than 50 reviews on Storygraph: Here U Are vol. 2 by DJun

read a queer book: The Husky and His White Cat Shizun vol. 7 by Meatbun Doesn’t Eat Meat

read a non-fiction book about a queer topic (such as history or science): Ask Me About Polyamory! by Tikva Wolf

read a queer book by a transgender and/or nonbinary author: The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Reisbeck and NJ Barna

read a queer book that includes the “portal fantasy” trope: The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish vol. 4 by Xue Shan Fei Hu

read a queer book from your tbr: Stars of Chaos vol. 4 by priest

read a biography or autobiography or memoir about or by a queer person: How to Be Ace by Rebecca Burgess

read a queer book that has won a literary award: Chef’s Kiss by Jarrett Melendez, Danica Brine, Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, and Hank Jones

read a queer graphic novel: Here U Are vol. 1 by DJun

read a queer book by a Black author: Bingo Love by Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, and Joy San

queer rep bingo! queer autistic character: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

read a queer book that includes the “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” trope: The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish vol. 3 by Xue Shan Fei Hu

queer rep bingo! nonbinary character: The Flying Ship vol. 2 by Jem Milton

queer reb bingo! lesbian character: Cannon Ball by Kelsey Wroten

read a queer book released in 2025: I Ship My Rival x Me vol. 2 by Pepa

read a queer book that includes the “found family” trope: Galaxy the Prettiest Star by Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taylor

read a queer book recommended to you by someone else: Stars of Chaos vol. 3 by priest

read a queer book that includes the “fake dating” trope: The Missing Piece by Kun Yi Wei Lou

free space!: Coven by Jennifer Dugan and Kit Seaton

read a queer book that has more than 5000 reviews on Storygraph: The Nightmare Before Kissmas by Sara Raasch

read a queer book that includes the “omg they were roommates” trope: not yet!

queer rep bingo! polyamorous character: The Glass Scientists vol. 1 by S. H. Cotugno

read a queer book by an Indigenous author (of any nationality): not yet!

read a book published by Duck Prints Press (they’re all queer!): The Salt in the Sea by J. D. Rivers

read a queer book by a Latinx author (of any nationality): Star Trek: Celebrations by Vita Ayala, Steve Orlando, Magdalene Visaggio, Hannah Rose May, and Paulina Ganucheau

read a queer book that includes the “be gay do crimes” trope: Signals vol. 1 by Nika

queer rep bingo! queer bipoc character: Stars of Chaos vol. 1 by priest

read a queer book released before 1990: not yet!

read a queer book that includes the “anti-hero” trope: not yet!

queer rep bingo! aromantic character: Missed Fortunes by Tris Lawrence

read a queer book in translation: Hitorijime My Hero vol. 4 by Memeco Arii

free space!: Dinghai Fusheng Record vol. 2 by Fei Tian Ye Xiang

queer rep bingo! transgender character: Ash’s Cabin by Jen Wang

queer rep bingo! asexual character: Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle

read a queer book by an author you share an identity with: I Shall Never Fall in Love by Hari Conner

queer rep bingo! gay character: I Think Our Son is Gay vol. 4 by Okura

queer rep bingo! queer disabled character: Stars of Chaos vol. 2 by priest

read a queer book that includes the “there was only one bed” trope: not yet!

read a queer book by an Asian author (of any nationality): 小蘑菇 vol. 2 by 一十四州

read a queer book by an Arabic author (of any nationality): not yet!

queer reb bingo! bisexual or pansexual character: Hitorijime My Hero vol. 8 by Memeko Arii

[review-anon]

so in regard Pokemon x DTFA im inquired to ask some questions.

1-Would the Remnants of Despair be forbidden to ever touch a Pokemon or Pokeball ever again?

2-I do understsnd that Pokemon arent inheretly evil (most of the time), but wouldnt it make more sense for Future Foundation to release the remnants pokemon in the wild? I doubt any pokemon would accept a pokemon owned by despair unless they do a cover up.

3-Given the world post-tragedy, i'm thinking that the energy crisis would now hit Galar in a year or less due to lets say, the effects of Kszuichi's mass production of weapons or Sonia pillaging the region's resources, so seems that Chairman Rose would be more than committed to cause the darkest day.

4-Given the damage of the tragedy, why hasnt Arceus descent to instill order? Like i had this wacky idea of him enacting divine punishment towards Junko and the Remnants by banishing them to the Mystery Dungeon world and be reborn as pokemon devoided of their memories when thwy were human. Kinda like that one cartoon about evil busisnessmen bei g turned into cuddly critters whose name i forgot

//Ooo questions! I will be glad to provide!

//1. All of the Remnants of Despair's Pokemon are confisciated and they never get them back, and yes there is a ban on Pokemon as any Pokemon they use has to be approved by the Future Foundation, especially if Pokemon were used to spread Despair.

//2. Unfortunately a lot of habitats have been destroyed and efforts are being made to restore them so not a lot of options to provide suitable areas. Besides Future Foundation have spread the news that a lot of Pokemon have been forcifully converted into Shadow Pokemon and they are purified when given to new trainers so there isn't really that much of a backlash. Not saying some haven't been released into the world, but just know there is a lot of enviromental destruction and people don't really fault Pokemon for what they did since the blame is with the trainers, not them.

//3. This is getting into DTFA spoiler territory so I cannot say, but when we get to Sword/Shield's story I do have a idea to completely rewrite the entire thing since well... the story sucks. (The fact Rose cannot wait for a whole goddamn day so that Leon can get his Championship battle out of the system and then help him with a problem he was gonna help with gets me every time on how stupid it is.)

//4. Once again this is heavy DTFA spoiler territory so I REALLY cannot say. But I will say Arceus has probably gone into a coma since he was working overtime to send Akari back to the past to stop Volo and making sure Kouki goes on a Pokemon journey to stop Akagi, and so slept through the entire Tragedy. That or something else is going on...

//Also Mystery Dungeon as much as I love it, is not canon here.

[mariegoos]

I was re-reading Dungeon Critters and Dibbit + Boo 2 at the same time and this brain worm was too strong to deny. I am especially proud of how The Baron (JEFF) Foxworthy turned out in this little sketch. He is wearing my work’s branded colors (it was an accident but I rolled with it). I am extremely sorry to Sara Goetter and Natalie Riess that I suck at drawing all the rest of their characters. Raider is best girl and I did not do her justice, because this was essentially me getting used to digital drawing again after 2+ years away. Anyway. Everyone go read their comics! SO GOOD!

[morrigan-sims]

get to know me tag

I was tagged by @fivesims. Thank you, Polybius!! <3

going under the cut, because this is really long and I talk way too much.

show your wallpaper and the last song you listened to.

my desktop background is actually just this edit. The last song I listened to was "You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You)" by Waterparks.

currently reading?

Archenemies by Marissa Meyer for the 2nd or 3rd time. I ran out of books I hadn't read yet, so I'm rereading some of my 230-ish books.

last movie?

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves. I really liked it!!

last show?

Critical Role Campaign 1. I watched an episode for the first time in over a month on Monday, and I'm so glad I did. I missed my emotional support dumbasses. /lh

craving?

uhhh... good italian food. My favorite restaurant in the world is back in my uni town, and I miss it dearly.

what are you wearing right now?

blue tie-dye-looking sweatpants and critical role merch t-shirt that my sister got me for christmas. specifically the Mollymauk one.

how tall are you?

5'10" and very happy about it.

piercings?

None, and I don't plan on getting any. I could not be trusted to take very good care of them.

tattoos?

None, but I'm trying to work up the courage to get one someday. Specifically a sword wrapped in rose vines on my left forearm.

glasses or contacts?

Neither.

last thing you ate?

a really disappointing mini doughnut, followed by honey nut cheerios.

favorite color?

black, red, and royal blue

current obsession?

idk. I'm kind of between super intense hyperfixations recently. But my most recent ones have been Divinity: Original Sin, ts4, and Critical Role.

any pets?

Two cats, 4-year old bonded brothers named Loki and Charlie.

favorite fictional character?

Don't you dare make me choose just one!! But I'm gonna say Vax from CR1, Caleb, Molly, and Beau (and Essek) from CR2, Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows, Nikolai Lantsov from any of the Grishaverse books, Sherlock Holmes (basically any version, but the original ACD stories are my faves), Percy Jackson + Anabeth Chase.

last place you traveled?

Brookfield, Illinois to see the Brookfield Zoo. It was great, and I have some lovely pictures.

I'll tag @salemssimblr @literalite @apricote @stinkrascal @wildmelon @wavvi @simelune @void-critters and anyone who wants to do this but hasn't been tagged!