#still so in love with Deimos's eyes

[the-unending-journey]

So, I offered @hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend a hand in providing Deimos and Anthea the eyes that they deserve. And here they are in all their wonderful glory, with the bonus of Anthea having some fancier robes (it's what they deserve tbh)

[donuts4evry1]

KATSUOOOOOOOOOOOO <3 (for the ask game) (he is growing on me . very quickly)

OMG YES,,,, I need more excuses to talk about Katsuo I love that guy so much

I have fun things planned for him but unfortunately I am so excited that I don't actually want to spoil anything I'm doing for him so in the meantime I just draw him with little cat mannerisms even though I am adamant that he in in fact, not a cat, and is drawn more like a dog

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☆⋆｡🎧𖦹 °✩ 🎸⋆⸜♩ - PART 2

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘋𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩; 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, (𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥)𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮/𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 on 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮 + 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮(?)

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,420

⭒ a/n: my first story! hope this is satisfactory :) sorry if my writing is difficult to understand or cringy!!

will you venture down this path?

every few months your manager tells you to attend a celebrity fundraiser gala. 2 years ago you'd never know that these events were only breeding grounds for filthy scandals. now here you are, standing in the corners of a dark ballroom with stars dangling from the ceiling.

you are an idol, the embodiment of purity and song. another puppet forced to take on a false persona of endless joy, most would say. but you? you actually loved the spotlight. to you, that persona is your truth. you bathe in the attention and love of others, you live for it.

so why weren't you with the crowd? why not be in the centre of it all? it's because he was there. he was stealing the place you've shed blood, sweat, and tears for with such ease. effortlessly charming everyone even with that poker face. Deimos. a miracle rockstar who rose in fame shortly after your debut. instantly landing himself in the top #5 leaderboard after the release of his first album.

you were both from the same agency. you've seen him around the company building a couple of times, more frequently during your early pre-debut years. you'd pass brief glances at each other whenever you crossed paths in the hallways or practice rooms. you couldn't understand where your anger and envy emerged from despite never talking to him before.

maybe it was his obnoxious grin?

the fact he surpassed your fame within a shorter time?

his voice that hypnotises even you?

or the copious amount of money he sends during your ig live, begging you to notice the anonymous user?

he had shorter hair back then, dyed a different colour. now he has more accessories, a bigger build, longer hair, and dull eyes that only seemed to brighten whenever you catch him staring at you. you noticed he still stood at around 6'5 (195 cm), even taller with his black platform boots.

you'd try to send telepathic brain frequencies and (not so) intimidating glares at him, seeing if his blank face would falter (it didn't). instead, it made him glance in your direction. your frustration increases, and you blow a raspberry at him without thinking clearly... his reaction? an amused smirk.

instant embarrassment rises to your head. unable to handle the atmosphere inside the room, you immediately run out into the hallway. your brain begins to fuzz up, and you're not thinking clearly- you don't know if it's from the alcohol or the pure shame of blowing a raspberry at him. what are you? a preschooler?

blind to your surroundings, you don't notice the hulking figure walking towards you at full speed. calming yourself, you turn back to the ballroom to end the night. only to bump your face into a sturdy chest, that was not so covered by the tight, black button-up shirt of your rival (his nips were barely out).

you profusely apologise to the stranger until you look up to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Deimos. black and gold with slits, like a feline. and like a feline, his presence was threatening. this was the closest you've ever been to him and you can't help but think that people are blind. why do people crowd around him like he's an oasis? the way his eyes lit up a little too bright, and his face contorts into that of a devoted lover brought no comfort to you.

why does he look like that?

"y/n," he finally pants out, "y/n... you're looking at me."

what the fuck?

"i'm your biggest fan."

backing up uncomfortably, you slowly process his words before replying.

"...you are?"

if Deimos had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

"yeah... i've been a fan since your performance at the spring festival. not sure if you remember but..." he trails off.

the spring festival? i don't remember going to any spri- holy shit.

3 years ago. you sang a duet at the town's spring festival with a friend, back then you weren't even a trainee yet. so how coincidental is it that the Deimos was watching you from somewhere in the crowd? that you both ended up in the same agency?

wait. does this mean.... Deimos adores me? as a fan? my fan?

this was too good to be true. your rival, the hottest star among stars, absolutely smitten by you? claiming to be your fan? your ego has never been higher. you decide to indulge him with a conversation.

surprisingly, the conversation was deeply meaningful. you found common interests with him- you shared favourite songs, media, and hobbies... "woman after my own heart," he snickers. soon, any past resentment towards him just.. washes away. gone, buried.

you naturally gravitate towards each other, like the earth and the apple from a tree, a pull. how long has it been since you've enjoyed talking to someone like this? has your bitter envy prevented you from forming a raw friendship with him all this time?

it feels surreal. he asks you for an autograph to commemorate the celebration of a blooming friendship and you agree, asking him if he had a pen and paper. he chuckles and says no, opting to whisk you away into an empty room. not creepy at all.

inside the room, he sits you down on the bed and searches his pockets for an object. you grow curious until he unsheathes out... a combat knife. shitshitshit- he's going to kill me! i knew this was suspicious-

he casually offers you the blade.

"use this." he says while untucking his shirt.

you stare at him as he had grown a second head, "...what?"

he nonchalantly replies while displaying his lower right abdomen, "to write? y'know, your autograph?"

it's official. you were absolutely fucking terrified of Deimos. he tells you to carve out your name on his body as if he was asking for a pack of ketchup at mcdonalds!! you were getting queasy, mind running though all the possible scenarios and options to get out of this.

"you not backing up now are you, songbird?"

his eyes bear holes into your body.

"c'mon, you can't leave me in the edge me like this... just...."

he gently grabs your wrist that held the knife, carefully guiding it to his abdomen. being touched so softly by his scarred, calloused hands made your breathing ragged. he lovingly rubs stars into your forearms as he lightly plunges the tip of the knife into his skin.

you could stab him. you could stab his knife deep into his chest and run away. but what would that mean for you in the future? if you got caught, your career would crumble, sentenced to jail, humiliated and resented by the public. and if you did get away with it, guilt would eat away at your blood-soaked hands forever.

Deimos notices your visible discomfort and tenderly caresses your hair down to your cheeks, wiping away tears you didn't know you had shed. "shh shh... i'm sorry, so so sorry, songbird. you're so kind for not wanting to hurt me... i'll never ask again after this, alright? claim me."

he was so charming. even in this situation.

he presses the knife further into his lower abdomen, drawing blood. you gasp, stuttering out your words "...just my initial, okay?" you look up, he seems disappointed but gives you a genuine smile and nods. you put more pressure onto the hilt of the knife this time, his skin bleeds, not enough to be fatal but enough to scar.

you place your other hand on his toned waist, and you can feel him shivering as the ends of his hair trickle the crown of your head. you finish carving out your initial, dropping the knife on the ground and backing up to look at your work.

it was messy, the blood dripped down to his pants and you swore you felt your heart get... t i n g l e s? he proudly admires your work, pulling down his shirt back in place, still untucked.

Deimos kneels down at the edge of the bed, taking your hands and cupping them on his cheeks. turning his head to tenderly kiss your palm and inhale in the scent.

he looks up at you adoringly with the widest smile on his face, "thank you, songbird. it's very pretty." pulling himself closer to your face, you exchange an unexpectedly passionate kiss, in which your reciprocate. hungry for any form of comfort.

rival-turned-biggest-fan, Deimos smirks into the kiss.

the gravitational pull.

[thefandomdirtymind]

Shiny offering

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji Series - NSFW The small favor

A/N IMPORTANT: I am the little weirdo who's like crows and though that a pirate with a crow would be really cool. So, I'm really sorry if you're scare of bird, but I hope you will find the story funny because I have a lot of fun with it and my new obsession for this man.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

If you enjoy my story please let me know.

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Sanji never had a particular interest in birds. At least not living ones. Once featherless, beheaded and ready to be cooked. He, of course, has a lot of thoughts and recipes about how to prepare them, each idea more delicious than the other. 

But, as the Crow expanded his wings and flew above him for the fifth time that day. He started to wonder if the black bird meat would taste more like chicken and then, be better in a rotisserie kind of dish, or would it be surprisingly more delicate, like the duck. 

A mystery he would probably never know even if he could. Or if he did, not with this precise bird. Because, even if the blond never had a thought about the feathered animal, he has a lot of interest in you and, as irritating as it is, your crow seems to dislike him as much as Zoro does. 

He didn’t attack him directly of course, you would never let this happen. 

Yet, if Sanji is too close to you when you're all on the deck or if you share a moment alone with the cook. The damn winged dinosaur never missed a beat stealing his, lite or not, cigarette that was in his hand or between his lips.

The bird has often even tried to take his ring, but, to this day, never succeeded. However his favorite target was his blonde hair. Golden straw that he could pick few at the time between his beck before flying away as quickly as he could. 

Everytime, as you tried without success to not laugh. Biting your lips in that charming way he liked so much. You assure him that Deimos didn’t really hate him, he was  just a little bit too protective or attracted to the shiny thing on his person. Like humans he needs time to adjust to new people. 

“ I understand Madam, but I don’t see stealing Zoro shinny earring neither and that be a show I would love to see “ He once replied, trying to repress the bitterness in his tone, massaging the sore spot on his head where Deimos had took three of his hair.

“Well, Zoro didn’t have hair similar to pretty rays of sunshine, that’s for sure and I honestly don’t know, they seem to already be best buddy that kinda funny “ You said, your gaze fixed on the strange duo that was Zoro and your pet, napping in a hammock between two Tangerine trees. 

“ That because they have something in common, they both hate me that’s why” 

“ You know, Crows love to collect things who shine and offer them to their partner or their favorite human. Once a crow trusts you, he or his children never forget you, they have a memory that they extend to their children for generations and they will always return to you. It’s amazing”  

“ Then Madam it seem that I will be hate for generation “       

It has been almost five months now that you were a member of the crew and the relentless animal didn’t stop. Although, Sanji couldn’t forget that conversation that you had about those damn birds offering shining things to the person they affectionate. The way you smiled, the gleam in your eyes as if you were sharing that fun fact like if it was a romantic story. Even if it was an anodin moment, he couldn’t forget how perfect you were. Relax, your arm crossed on the railing of the upper deck in the soft light of the morning. 

It wasn’t a secret that the blondie fell for you at the minute that he saw you. He had tried to flirt as much as he could, challenged your taste buds by making you his best dishes and even switched his generic “Madam” for a warmer nickname “ mon coeur”. A sweet name he uses, usually as often as he calls himself the Best Cook of the East blue. 

“ Mon coeur, do you want a kind of food in particular for supper ?” 

“ Be careful Mon coeur, the tea is hot” 

“ You see Mon coeur, one day I will see the All Blue and I will explore it with you ”  

But, nothing had seemed to enlighten your comprehension about his intention. Of course, a more direct approach would give him an immediate answer, still, like in his cooking, Sanji liked a more slow and progressive approche.

It was when thinking about his next move that the strange event occurred.

Busy in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for his famous beef stew, the man suddenly heard a metallic noise, like a utensil falling on the floor. As a chef, it wasn't uncommon, but since he was alone in the room and all his instruments were in front of him, it was indeed, really strange. It was only after his gaze had scanned the room that he finally saw it. 

Perched on the side of the table, under the open window, the dark bird, a spoon in his beck, was watching the floor where a solitary fork was laying.

“ Oh no sir, this place is my domain you will not ruin it, get out” He exclaimed, not without thinking of how ridiculous he must look, talking at this bird like if he was a rude client of the Baratie.

For answer, Deimos only croak once, jumps between two potatoes just in front of him, turns his onyx head on the side and then, under the blue glare of the men, drops the polished spoon. 

The eating tool in itself wasn’t really special, unless the fact that it had been lost two weeks ago, along the fallen fork of course.   

“ Oh so now you steal my utensil. My hair and my smoke wasn’t enough ?” Sanji sighs before reaching for the discarded silver instrument. 

For answer, the crow slowly approached his head to the metallic object and started to admire his own smaller reflection before taking his fly, exiting the kitchen.

Coming back after less than five minutes later, this time with a shimmering shell and one of Nami small hair clips. Same as the spoon, he gently drops them in front of the blonde man, tilling his head, like he is waiting for something.

Like said before, Sanji never had a soft spot for birds, but he had a fond memory of that conversation with you about the way they express their affection. So, little by little, as he watched one by one the glittery, polish, shimmery stuff your crow just bought him, two realizations struck him. First, the damn feathers dinosaur has finally taken a liking for him and second he finally knew how to show you how dear you are in his eyes. 

“ Well, I almost regret now that I imagine you many times in my oven. I admit that you don't seem that bad alive now…thank you” Sanji smiled, putting the stew on the stove, letting it cook and before starting collecting the item for his new plan.   

It was only a long time after dinner that he could put his said plan in action. With a little help from his now winged friend.

As the Going Merry was lazily crossing the water, Sanji was still again in the kitchen, preparing diverse elements. To citrus marinade for supper the next day, to dry leaf for future recipes.  

Nevertheless, he was ready when the flap of the wing followed by footsteps could be heard near his area.  

Deimos was the first to enter the kitchen, taking his now usual place in the left corner of the kitchen island, your bracelet still on his beck. Close by a few steps, you enter at his pursuit, stopping only when you seen the strange show that was the gorgeous chef ,slowly busy pressing a lemon and your large pet, sharing the same space without apparent bickering.

“ Hi Sanji, sorry to barge in there like that. Deimos feels apparently playful today, he stole my bracelet. But look at you both, you finally bound as I can see” You joyfully said, taking a seat in front of the kitchen island. 

“ Hello Mon coeur, well as you can see we came to an arrangement if I can call it that. " Sanji replied, pulling an almond from his pocket and giving it to the bird as he rescued your bracelet “ But I’m grateful that he bring you here now, I also had something for you, a special dessert”  

Turning his back from you for a minute, missing the long glance you give to his perfect ass in his tailored pants, you smile. You weren't stupid, in fact, you were particularly smart. Even if you didn’t understand why Usopp had taken a habit of joking about the fact that you seem blind to love. 

You had noticed the blonde chef the first day on this boat and since then, had developpe what Nami had called a “crush” on him. What’s not love about him ? You like the way he calls you Mon coeur making yours fluster, the way his smile reaches his eyes every time he talks about food and of course the fact that he was always so kind with you. But never you would push those thoughts on him, no, it seems that all his love was for food and as long as you live you will respect that.

The first thing you saw after the blondie had put the bowl in front of you was the beauty of the presentation. Served in a plain white bowl, a delicate pale lilac ice cream was piled, decorated with colorful berries that automatically make your mouth water.

However it wasn’t the berries who’s most caught your eyes. Coating there the side of a raspberry, there in a few pieces the side of the cold cream, there floating lazily like if it were on a river, small gold flakes was highlighting the sweet, giving it the allure of a masterpiece. 

“ Homemade lavender ice cream with berries assorted with flakes of edible gold “ Sanji proudly present, your favorite smile on his lips. “ I had the idea when we were talking about crows and their habit of giving their partner or…favorite person…shiny things” He lied. Never would he admit to you that your bird, trying to fancy him, gave him the idea.  Never on his chef corpse.

“ Sanji, that’s almost too beautiful to eat. The colors, the sweet smell , the…glittery gold” You admiratively said, your joy suddenly catching up with the realization of what he had just said. 

You were his favorite person. 

Lifting at the same time your gaze and the spoon, you take a small amount of the ice cream and taste his declaration of love. 

Just like him it was amazing. Sweet, refreshing and addictive. 

“ So...is that to your liking ? “ He inquired after a small moment, unsure if you taken your time to enjoy the dessert or trying to find a delicate way to put him down. 

“ It’s the best thing I ever tasted, here take a bite “ You offer, lifting the silverware at the level of his mouth. 

Taking your offering, your gaze lock on each other, you both couldn’t repress your smile as he let slip the head of the spoon out of his mouth. 

“ Definitely one of my be…” He couldn’t finish. 

His tie caught on your fist, his torso inclined and supported by his strong arms above the kitchen island. Your cold lips had suddenly crashed against his, taking him off guard and at the same time his breath away. 

Sanji, still ,quickly catch up. Adjusting his position to support the back of your head with one of his hands. He slightly brushes his tongues against your sugary lips, savoring them like a peculiar delicacy. But, as your tongue met, exploring and dancing against each other in a french ritual. He became more and more greedy of your lips, throwing away his usual self control at the first hearing of your panting breath. 

Still trapped in the warm embrace of his lips, enjoying the contrast of his warm tongue against your ice cream cold one, you suddenly heard a groan pronounced by none of you. 

“ Great, now the waiter will stop looking like a love sick puppy. But did you really have to expose us to that ?”

Breaking the kiss, you gave a glance at the door where Zoro, his arm crossed on his chest, was rolling his eyes, clearly already done with both of you. 

Biting your lips of embarrassment you still couldn’t prevented, neither Sanji at it seem, to smile. 

“ Nevermind. Come on black chicken “ He calls your bird, who, now used to it ,goes perch himself on one of his shoulders. Before quitting the doorframe to disappear into the ship “ I have to clean my blade and I know they are not clean enough until you watch your reflection in it. “ 

Laughing at the incongruous friendship of the Swordsman and your pet. You returned your attention to Sanji, another tea spoon of ice cream in his hand.

“I’m sorry” You apologize, still laughing. 

“ No need to be embarrassed Mon coeur “ He smile, regaining as it seem, his composure

“ No, I mean, now I don’t know what I prefer between the dessert or your kisses “ 

Taken aback, Sanji slowly smiles, deposing a small kiss on your lips. 

“ Then why not enjoy them both together…I will gladly supply it every time you ask for it”

Smiling you then proceeded to enjoy the delicious cold dessert and the body warm contrast for the rest of the day and more.  

Bonus : 

Not that Sanji was ashamed to tell you, no. But, even after a year after the event of the offering silverware et other shiny knick-knacks.

He still had, hide behind a pile of pots, the many items brought to him, along the years, by Deimos. Because, even after all this, he was still the reason why you were finally in his arms at night and yes, he had to admit it, he had kind of come to like it, that damn bird. 

[bat-connoisseur]

I turned your Baldurs Gate 3 characters into furries. Sorry. Actually no I'm not I won't pretend anymore.

General notes and specific species under the cut.

Astarion: He is a Ghost Bat! I like to think him being a vampire and being a bat are entirely unrelated, it's just a coincidence and he's honestly pretty mad about it. Ever since I first started playing bg3 I had him assigned as a Ghost Bat or a Spectral Bat in my brain, just arbitrarily, and I went for the former just because the colours work.

Gale: He's a Eurasian Lynx! I had to make him a cat. I just had to. And I trawled through the wikipedia pages for pretty much every type of cat and Lynx was about the only one that fit in my brain. The fluff kinda evokes his beard and hair I think, and I almost didn't have him have proper hair, just the fur, but in the end I wanted to be consistent about it so he got it. Peep the greying muzzle because mans is stressed and dying.

Karlach: She's a Bongo Antelope! I knew I wanted her to be some kind of large hooved mammal, because of the horns but also because their builds and general sturdiness really suit her I think. It was a tough pick, there's so many cool ones, and when sketching I was actually going to have her be a Mountain Nyala, but I changed my mind last minute just because the colours of the Bongo fit SO well. They're also my favourite antelope. Let me have this. She's so cool and she gets to be one of my favourite animals.

Lae'zel: She is a Pterosaur! My specific reference was Dorygnathus, but I was fairly loose on the details and so she doesn't super resemble them beyond the teeth and tail. I wanted her to be something prehistoric since the Gith are aliens or something (i dont know dnd lore that well), and so I wanted her to be in her own sort of category apart from the rest so, prehistoric! I considered making her a dinosaur but the idea of a Pterosaur just really appealed for whatever reason. Kind of parallels their dragon riding if they can fly, I suppose? And their Enhanced 10 Foot Vertical Leap.

Shadowheart: She's a Hare! Very specifically a Hare rather than a rabbit. Hopefully that comes across. I wasn't super sure what to do for her honestly, but in several scenes she has these big scared eyes, and she's generally just kind of having an awful time and being harmed by the gods for the whole game and I was like 'hey I know an animal that looks like it's been personally slighted by the gods' and so Shadowhare was born. There is a part of me that wishes I'd made her a cat for the warrior cats joke though.

Wyll: He's a Pine Marten! I just kind of got it in my head he should be a Mustelid of some kind, I'm not sure why, he just has that kind of vibe to me? Maybe it's the way he moves, maybe it's his skill at killing, maybe I'm just biassed because I love him and I love mustelids, who knows. I looked through em all and I didn't want one of the bigger sturdier ones like a Wolverine because. Strength stat of 8. So I went for one of my smaller favourites, the Pine Marten. The reason he's not an animal with horns naturally like Karlach is because I still wanted them to look out of place on him! I toyed with giving him wings (because they're cool) but ultimately didn't wanna stray toooo far from Pine Marten.

And that's all! Perhaps I'll get around to anthropomorphising the non origin characters, but who even knows. Halsin would almost be too easy. I could make Jaheria a cool ass fox or something though. Much to consider. If I do them then I'm gonna be doing my Tav Deimos and my Durge Lethe though. That's da law.

[voltronisanobsession]

Can I request Annabeth Chase x Son of Phobos or Deimos reader head canons? Thanks, in advance!

Annabeth with a Child of Phobos

Ooooo new character unlocked😍😍 This is a really interesting duo and I LOVE IT

I hope you like this, I feel like I’ve been lowkey out of my game with writing😭 I have a lot of asks in my inbox rn, but I’m slowly getting through them guys, I’m getting there🙏🙏

Ok so i did a bit of reading on these gods and the POTENTIAL I SAW FOR THIS ASK WAS SO AAAAHH

I feel like this relationship would be an enemies to lovers kinda thing

OK SO

Imagine reader is the kid of Phobos cuz why not

Phobos is the god of fear, panic, all that good stuff, so obviously those traits would be passed down to his children

And a special power of Phobos is allowing those he makes eye contact with see their deepest fears,, lets say that that’s an ability that children of Phobos can do to an extent!!

So the first time you and Annabeth meet, it is NOT on good terms💀

Sent out by your father, Phobos, to mess up some quest Percy was sent on, an order from Ares himself, there's a face-off between you and Annabeth

Like, Annabeth is so ready to take you down the second you show up to disrupt their quest but she just can't seem to shake off the shivers and chills going down her body once you appear

And you already know how Percy cares for his friends so targeting someone whose close to him (Annabeth) was an open option

Cold sweat rolls down Annabeth's face at point, her heart slowly speeding up as you look toward her

The second you make eye contact with her BOOM

She immediately goes into panic mode when she feels something crawling down her hands

She can only start screaming in absolute FEAR when she sees hundreds of spiders crawling on her body, dropping her dagger to the ground and trying to swat them off her to no avail

And the worst part is that literally no one can help her because they can't even SEE what she's seeing and feeling, except you!

Yeah your meeting is the worst memory Annabeth has of you💀

Fast forwarding to after your meeting, you get caught in some trouble with a dangerous monster and dun duunn!!

Annabeth saves you because she knows its the right thing to do

And you're so touched by her action despite the literal hell you put her through after showing her worst fears that you just

Join their quest and decide to become her friend (or at least try to)

Annabeth would be super awkward and nervous around a child Phobos solely because of her first encounter with one

Whenever you try to talk to her, she just awkwardly looks at you

You see her somewhere at camp and brightly wave to her, she's doing a quick wave and speedwalking away

But it's low-key not her fault😭😭 Whenever she's around you she can't stop the way her hands get clammy and her heartbeat speeds up

It's something you can't control but you have this aura that ignites fear in anyone near you

I don't think a friendship could come from this unless you were to apologize for what happened

It could be the worst apology known to existence because you don't know how to properly express your feelings, but Annabeth appreciates the thought behind it!

After that, everything is a little smooth sailing

She would slowly get used to your presence, getting used to your aura and knowing that you most likely won't use your power to cause her harm (again)

It would take some time for you two to become close enough for her to see you in a romantic light, but you still manage to break down her walls

Your constant figure in her life makes you a part of her routine

She’d give you a nickname, something dumb like panic pants

(when Percy first heard Annabeth call you that, he made it his mission to just refer to you as ‘PP’ to ‘shorten it’💀)

Annabeth would see you as friend while on the other hand, you be quick to catch feelings for the grey eyed girl because of her witty personality

I think the small things would really matter to her if you’re wanting to up your game with her

You give her a small flower while walking to lunch because it reminded you of her

She appreciates the way you give her your undivided it attention whenever she takes about architecture

Sometimes Annabeth fees like she’s talking to much about it but seeing you listen to her with interested eyes allows her to keep talking about what she loves

She feels seen and heard when she’s around you😭

Oh my gosh if you weave her something, no matter how bad the pattern is, she’s gonna treasure it FOREVER

Having something made just for her will make her all giddy inside UGH

Annabeth is so used to being grouped with her siblings so having someone pay special attention to her makes her feel important and well, special!

This is when the game shifts, she’ll begin giving you small gifts too!!

Whether it be a small weaving of her own or a clay bowl she made herself, Annabeth wants to show that she truly appreciates as a person!!

She’s all blushy while gently giving it to you and you’re face is just RED cuz oMGGG

Let’s talk about when the relationship becomes official >:)

It could be anytime but the one I see happening is if you save her after she’s attacked while outside of camp

Inside running to get away from the threat, you stay behind and protect her while she recovers herself

Like you get BRUTALLY beat, limping towards her when she just runs to you and pulls you in a crashing cuz!!! You literally!! Risked your life to save her!!😭

“Annabeth are you alri- hmph!”

“What we’re you thinking ?! Thank the gods you’re ok! I thought- ugh don’t scare me like that again!”

Everything is HISTORY

Like you guys just naturally click after getting together

Omg wait

Ok so since Annabeth like REALLY trusts reader at this point she would let them like see what her greatest fear is, you know to solidify that trust bond😁

And what if!! What if!!!!!!!

Instead of seeing the spiders, this time you only sees glimpse of what her now current fear is, which is losing you😭😭😭

Hugging session is a must after seeing that cuz damn😭

And imagine like if your abilities were really strong you’d be able to show your own fear to someone else

And Annabeth sees your fear is the DAME except your afraid of losing her?????

UM??

That moment would leave you guys so vulnerable like??

Moving on! During battles, you both are back to back fighting together. Annabeth had full confidence in reader, like she knows she’s in good hands

No one goes near her because all the enemies are too busy panicking with what you’re doing. With a lot of concentration, you’re able to instill fear to all the monster, with the exception of your girlfriend teehee

The dating life with Annabeth wouldn’t be too different tbh

You guys still bucket with each other, throwing lighthearted, sarcastic comments but theres a more sweeter vibe

I think Annabeth still gets a little blushy with you cuz cmon! She still has a MAJOR crush on you even if you’re dating🤭

You provide her with so much confidence and happiness. You help her face her fears, calm her down when she begins panicking when something goes wrong

Despite being a child of Phobos and having such a scary ability to make people see their greatest fears, Annabeth knows that even the ‘scariest’ people have kind and gentle side

Ugh this feels like such a trope but I don’t even care cuz ITS CUTE

When Annabeth holds your hand, she no longer feels the chilling sense of fear crawling through her body, instead, now she only feels a sense of calmness and protection😭💔💔💔

[icebrooding]

I adore Cerus, he's a fun villain and was such a powerful threat to even Isgarren. But I think there is an underlying layer of tragedy that comes with his character.

Cerus admired Febe ("Oh, he was the best of us.") long, long after the man's death, and in spite of the fact that anyone aligned with Eparch and his beliefs would view Febe as a traitor. He believed in their autonomy; was an idol to it. Why would Cerus idolise someone so divorced from what his beliefs should be?

Eparch raised Cerus and Deimos both, instilling this violent and cruel nature that is not an inherent trait of kryptis. And Eparch favoured Deimos enough that Cerus developed feelings of inferiority; desperation to match up to Deimos in Eparch's eyes. He is the one stuck between his prized brother and his spoiled sister. While Peitha describes him as having no reservation, it's entirely possible that he was trying to assert himself, being the seemingly overlooked one of his siblings.

Maybe Febe was kind to him. Febe, who was gentle and careful and believed in autonomy. Freedom. He went against what Eparch wanted from the kryptis, and maybe, just maybe, that spoke to a young Cerus who was resentful that Eparch would look any which way but at him.

Cerus would look up to Febe and find he didn't have to compete with Deimos or Peitha to be noticed for once.

And why do I think this is what Febe's relationship was to Cerus? Because of the way Febe died.

Cerus was there with Eparch when Deimos killed Febe in the temple that would be named after him. But why? We know Eparch has a sadistic streak for watching people suffer, but why take Cerus there too?

Unless Eparch was afraid that Cerus had started to drift from his control and towards Febe, and he had to stamp out that possibility in a way he knew would stick. By having Cerus watch his idol be slain in front of him while he could do nothing to intervene, all at the hands of the brother he could, would, never be able to live up to.

"That's what happens when you fight back."

Maybe that's why he did the same to Isgarren all those years later; letting him go for the briefest moments to have to witness Mabon's death with full clarity, but with no way to prevent it. Breaking Isgarren the same way Eparch broke him.

And after that, there is nowhere to go. He pushed those thoughts away of what Febe inspired in him, and Eparch helped. Succumbing to Eparch's grip on him because there is no other choice now. And as hundreds of years pass, he grows to like it. He thrives in the brutality and does what he is ordered to.

But he never forgets his admiration, despite it all. And he still never matches up to Deimos, no matter how hard he tries.

It is even faintly implied that his own mate, Heitor, yearned for Deimos before him. Deimos was once the 'young glaive of House Nephus', implying that 'glaive' may have been a title that Cerus only gained upon his brother's disappearance or death. And through Kanaxai's own words, long before either of them left for Tyria: 'Earlier, the Glaive's hands clasp my shoulders. Prideful. Assuring. Heitor's envy, sumptuous.'

Even up until his dying breath, Cerus never compares to his brother.

And he could have. He could have had it all, presenting Isgarren to Eparch and finally receiving the validation that he was as good as his brother. If not for Peitha.

He would have achieved his dream, if only she hadn't stepped in.

But instead he lost his life, body broken with the aid of his sister like his mind had been broken with the aid of his brother all that time ago in the very same temple devoted to the man he'd idolised.

(This is not a Peitha hate post, I love she)

[groversimp]

If you are still taking request can you write a lityerses x fem Aphroditekid!reader? Maybe where he is questioning why they are in love with him and question if it’s because she’s the daughter of the goddess of love and that’s the only reason she loves him (if that make sense) but she temporarily loses her powers due to a quest (they come back st the end) and it proves she really does love him! Super fluffy with angst at the beginning. Like that cute domestic stuff where they are baking and stuff since her powers are gone and she has nothing to do. Idk if I’m doing this right because I’ve never done This before. If I did this right thank you in advance❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also I hope this entire thing makes sense to you<3

But You Tolerate It

I wrote half of this and it DELETED ITSELF.

so we had to start over

warnings: angst mwahaha, but they make up, insecurities, silly silly, hints of toxicity?

they don’t bake but they do play with plants!!!

You stared at your hands, blankly. The buzzing of your cheap-ass fan only amplifies the heavy beating of your aching head.

The quest wasn’t supposed to go wrong, just a simple task for your mother. How did you know that you’d run into your brothers Phobos and Deimos? How did you know that they wouldn’t recognize you?

The burn of a new scar along your face does little to settle you, the inability to feel your newly-lose powers only makes it worse.

They stole them, your powers, and trapped them in a jar along with their other collections- collections of broken hearts and stolen dreams.

The fight with Lityerses was what really messed you up though.

“Do you even care?” He yelled, a hidden sadness behind his blazing fury. “Of course I do,” you cried back- nearly in hysterics. “Really,” he days with a scoff. Lityerses turns, not facing you as he grabs his sword off the bed. “Well it doesn’t seem like it.” The door shut, even as you begged him to just come back- that you two could fix this. The mangled remains of your relationship echoed throughout the room as you sat on the bed.

Here you were, in the same position as you were an hour ago.

You hadn’t told him about your powers being lost, he didn’t give you the chance. Sucking in your tears, you stand and walk to the mirror, wiping off the remaining on your face.

You wipe off your makeup, wash your face, do skincare, and then re-apply makeup. You look better now- the cried mascara streaks no longer on your face, you smile half-heartedly at your reflection. Makeup always felt better when you had your powers.

Then, you go on the hunt for Lityerses. After what feels like forever, saying hi to everyone you see and asking around if anyone else has seen him, you find him in the gardens. He sits on one of the wooden benches and stares at a patch of wilting flowers. Your heart aches to reach out and sooth the worried expression from him face- to kiss it better and tell him he was yours.

But, for now, you just sat down next to him and avoided eye contact.

After a few minutes, he said your name. “Y/n,” his voice was husky and it sent chills down your spine. You offer him a soft, slightly sad smile. “Lit,” you say back to him.

You wanted to yell at him, to let him taste the poison that lay beneath your tongue- courtesy of your mother. But when he pulled you closer, and you set your head on his shoulder, the words died on your tongue.

It would always be like this- you would forgive as soon as he tried to get you back. You truly were the worlds most hopeless romantic, your heart not only beating for him but for the concept of love as well.

You clung onto him like he was oxygen.

And maybe he was. Maybe Lityerses was the breath in your lungs, maybe that’s why it burned when he was gone. Why you’re always safe with him but get hurt once he leaves.

He presses a kiss against your hair, muttering something that resembled an apology. You bit your lip but looked up at him.

“I do care,” you tell him softly. “I know,” he responds.

He was your night in shining armor, your Lit.

You sighed into him, sinking deeper and deeper into his warmth. He was— is— all you need.

His fingers tangled in your hair and you softly chuckled at the soft kisses he pressed to your face. You muttered his name and he only hummed in response.

“I love you,” your words are so soft the wind could’ve blown them away. Never to be heard by Lityerses. But, he heard you. He always does.

“I love you.” He repeats back after a moment, more sure than you were. More hard. He knew what he wants and who he is- and what he wants is you.

[darlingdarkly]

Fates Worse Than Death part 7

Deimos x f!reader noncon! Enemies to Lovers

6.7k words

CW: noncon! elements, dubcon! elements, masturbation, dirty talk, degradation and praise, oral (f!receiving), blindfold sex, unprotected pnv climactic intercourse

Part 1, 6

Clover bounds the length of the yard in a few strides and is up the stairs in one as the door opens and an elderly woman steps out of the porch to greet her. Sitting, she eagerly waits for the woman to bend down and give her loving, her tail whacking the old boards with the combined force of her generated excitement. When she stands up straight again Deimos is there. They exchange warm greetings and she pulls him in for a big hug, though her arms only make it just over his waist as he towers over her smaller frame.

“I see two familiar faces and one stranger. Son, introduce your company.” Her accent is subtle but her voice is strong and resolute despite her age. She smiles warmly at you and you politely return it as you wonder just how he plans to introduce you.

“Mama Anne, this is one of my soldiers, she’s helping me oversee the transfer of some important assets at the coastal base.” He turns to you and calls your name, you’d pay anything to get to see his face at this moment. “This is my god mother, Mama Anne.”

She extends her hand to you, now properly introduced. You shake it and she holds it, bringing the other up and using both to hold yours. “You can call me Anne or Mama Anne or just Mama. Whatever you prefer dear. It’s such a delight to finally meet one of my boy’s work friends. Especially one so strong and beautiful. Tell me dear, are you married?”

Your eyes widen just slightly as your smile deepens. Just as you’re about to answer, Deimos interrupts you and begins to usher her back into the house. “Mama Anne, it sure is getting late. We really should get our stuff inside and get settled in.”

She bats at his chest but lets him guide her inside and begins to run off on a tangent about how rude it is to interrupt his elders and how she hadn’t even gotten the chance to offer them dinner yet. The conversation wans as they disappear further into the house and out of ear shot. Clover jumps up on your thighs and you give her some gentle pets as you wait for Deimos to resurface. When he does you’re already at the back of the truck, pulling suitcases and bags from the bed.

“Upstairs, or…?” He takes them from you and nods his head towards the back of the house. “We’re staying in the pout house.” You grab another set and with both of your hands now full he leads you around the side of the house. “I’m sorry, pout house?”

When he answers you can hear the smile in his voice. “That’s just what we called it when I was little. You’ll see.” As you round the edge of the expansive white monolith you are greeted by the sight of a mirrored, albeit slightly smaller house. It’s the same ivory shade, the lichen growing up the sides just like its twin. Still two stories tall it took up a considerable chunk of the back half of the kempt property, backdropped by a sprawling field of waist high marsh grass and young sabal palms.

He explains the history of the house to you as you near the worn front door. “Back in the day they used to do all the cooking in this house before carrying the finished dishes into the main house where they’d be served. It kept the main house cooler back before there was air conditioning or even electricity. Over the years advances in technology made the need for a seperate out-of-house kitchen obsolete, so over time we added additions onto it until it became a whole second home. It was repurposed as a guest house or more often than not a pout house for when one of us would get fed up with one another.”

You smiled as you stepped into the door frame, the pout house was smaller but the inside was fully furnished. Everything inside was dated for sure but well kept giving it more of a homey rustic feel. “Did you ever stay the night here by yourself as a kid?”

“Oh a ton, but more for camping than pouting. Though one time I did ‘run away’ from my parents house after getting in trouble. They found me here three hours later and I was in even bigger trouble.” You laughed with him as you both mounted the steps. He carried your suitcase to a room at the end of the hall. The room was mostly empty save for a dresser and a simply done queen sized bed. It was covered in an old quilt and headed with a few pillows.

He set your suitcase down on the floor by the end of the bed as you sat down on the edge. The ancient springs creaked softly under your weight, a siren call to Clover who was roaming around outside. You heard her climb the stairs before nosing her way into the little back room. Seeing you sat on the bed she found a little spot by the door and laid down, claiming her spot.

“Well someone’s all settled in. I’ll bring her bed in here and she can sleep with you. You probably won’t need that quilt, you can just strip it off and leave it on top of the dresser.” He left and you began to strip the bed down to the sheets, neatly folding the quilt and moving it over to the dresser. He came back with Clover’s bed and she moved so he could place it where she’d been.

After devouring dinner, a huge helping of Mama Anne’s wonderful home cooking and a slice of pie, even despite the nap you took in the truck the road had a way of wearing you down and you found yourself yawning uncontrollably at the table. After thanking your host for a lovely meal you both headed for the pout house for an early night in.

You showered first and by the time you stepped out you had expected him to have something rigged up to keep you chained to the bed, maybe undoing the restraints from your bed back at base and sticking them in your suitcase before you left but when you came in the room it was the same as you’d left it. Clover was already curled up in her bed by the door and staring up at you with her soft brown eyes. It appeared you weren’t the only one the road had taken a toll on.

He came in a few moments later, taking up most of the doorway pushed up against the frame. You felt something give in your chest at the sight of him, an occurrence that was becoming more and more frequent. You tried not to think about it. “All settled in?”

You nodded up at him and tried not to stare. “Yeah, I think so. What should I do with my towel?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll carry them to Mama Anne in the morning and she’ll take care of ‘em.” You felt a bit guilty just showing up to this woman’s home as a stranger and having her wait on you like this but it wasn’t like you had much of say in the matter to begin with.

“Does she really live out here all by herself?” He scooped your damp towel up off the top of the dresser. “She sure does. Don’t let her fool you, that woman is more than capable.” You nodded in understanding and began to pull the sheets back from beneath the pillows, yawning.

“Get some sleep, you’ve had a long day.” You slide under the covers and just out of instinct wait for him to come shackle you in place but he never moves out of the doorway and so you both hover there in limbo for a moment. He breaks the silence. “Well I’m gonna go take a shower. Sleep well, sugar cane.” As he pushes away from the frame you call him back.

“Hey. This is odd but.. you don’t happen to have my mask with you? Do you?” He stops and stands there and you add more, trying to smooth over the request but just muddling it up the more words you add to it. “I’ve just gotten used to it, is all. And the windows in here are huge. The light… it’d hurt my eyes… ya know?”

He walks away and you feel small beneath the covers, wondering if he’ll come back. He eventually does, mask in hand but instead of putting it on you, like he normally would have to because your arms were never free to do it for yourself, he just hands it to you and you do it for the first time.

There’s a moment, after you’ve slipped the mask over your eyes and settle in where you hear nothing, just a measured length of silence before you hear his boots on the wooden floor, sauntering away. Shortly after the lights flick off, you know by the sound of the switch and the door to your room closes, you briefly hear the metal scrapings of a key fitting into a lock and then he’s gone.

A while later there’s the sound of the tap as the shower comes to life. The old home has thin walls and you actually hear him, the shift of his weight as he steps under the steady jet. You imagine him, bare and wet as the water cascades down his chiseled form.

Wondering idly if he takes his showers hot, the steam permeating the air as it rolls off him in waves. Or if he prefers them cold, the kind of icy chill that rips down your spine, giving rise to gooseflesh on your skin and pebbles your nipples. You want to find out, sneak out of bed and pick the lock, tiptoe on creaky floorboards and push open the door.

In your mind he pulls back the curtain, arms outstretched and pulling you in, one sliding down your back and melding you to him as the other tilts your chin, lifting your lips to his as he finally claims you. His mouth working over yours until it’s not enough and he has to have more, roaming your skin and marking the trail with nips and licks.

It becomes too much for you, the auditory stimulation that’s fueling your erotic daydreams and you find one of your arms snaking down your body, until the pads of your fingers reach the hem of your panties, a physical point of which there is no return and you falter. This is different from before, before you had no choice, for better or for worse you were a part of something that was beyond you but this was not the same. This was where the buck stopped, where it went beyond passive participation, and became something more.

As your fantasy furthered, so did you. Images of you up against the acrylic, your face smushed against the wall as he ravaged you from behind. His fingers digging purchase into the plush flesh of your hips, pulling you back against him as he lines his cock up against your slit. Mouth hot against your neck and ear as he makes you beg him to push it in, stopping the push back of your hips until you give him everything he wants to hear.

The thought of your surrender, your final descent, your fall from grace as you burn up for him, finally becomes too much. You cave and your fingers push into the fabric and skate down your mons. You wish they were his as they deftly circle your swollen clit. You let out a shaky breath as they push further to find you already damp. You bite your lip against your moans, trying to keep them at bay. It feels so good to finally give in, you could only hold on for so long and the release is saccharine sweet.

Your head drops back against the pillow as you imagine him pushing in on the first thrust, the initial stretch as he truly has you for the first time. Your arms collected behind your back in one hand, the other braced against your hip as he guides you all the way down onto his cock, your mouth falling open at the pure ecstasy of it. He stills when he drives it home, pressed up against you and seated fully inside.

He pours filth into your ear from behind. Telling you all about what a dirty little slut you are, opening up like this for him. How powerless you are against him, able to do nothing but stand there and take him, all of him. And perhaps the most scandalous of all, the deepest darkest part of you fabricating him promising to never let you go. Promising you’ll never feel the touch of another man again, promising to always keep you, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in this life and the next, you’re forever his as he fucks you feverently.

Your imagination runs wild, behind your closed lids you can see it perfectly. Your feet spread as wide as they can in the confines of the stall as he bullies himself into the space between, the feel of him against you. Can hear your moans and the loud sharp smacks of skin hitting skin echoing off the acrylic walls. Can feel the way his water soaked skin stings just ever so slightly with every snap of his hips as the water pours down his shoulders and back, little rivulets streaming through the paths of least resistance.

Your fingers work of their own accord to bring you to a speedy climax as your fantasies play and reverse and replay the dirtiest parts over and over. Imagining all the things you’d like him to do to you, all the ways you’d wish he’d ruin you, even reliving your past experiences. From the way he caught you at the very start, to punishing you for ever trying to escape, to taking matters into your own hands and riding him in the middle of the forest with dirt under your nails and pine duff in your hair and the smell of your combined sweat stinging your nose.

The wrongness, the pure abhorrent nature of it has your back arching that much sharper. Makes the climactic rock of it that much harder and as you give your final surrender you let his name fall from your lips, silently hoping he’d hear you and give in too, let him come in to find your fingers wet and your pussy already warm for him, let him pick the bones and devour what was left of you, until he’d totally consumed you.

As you recover from perhaps the most jarring climax you’d ever given yourself you hear the tap stop in the next room and you wait on baited breath as he dries off and the door opens. His bare feet still echo loud on the wooden boards and your heart beats fast as you wonder just what you’ve done, how far have you dared to push the envelope. But after a moment they recede and you’re left to stew in the aftermath, eyes wide open even behind the soft pitch blackness of your sleeping mask as your pleasure thrums through you and sleep eventually swells up to take you.

The next morning at breakfast you can hardly look at him but lucky for you he’s seems to be phased out again, lost in the maze of his own mind once more and while you’d have liked to speak more with your host, Mama Anne was out for the morning as well. An errand or two to run as Deimos put it, but she’d be back before he left.

Though the details on where he was going were also scarce, all you knew was that you weren’t going with him. This made you understandably uneasy, you were in a stranger's home, and your only familiar link was going away and he wouldn’t tell you where and he didn’t know for how long.

“Just hang out with Clover in the pout house and I’ll be back before you know it.” But there was only so much you could do in a house that barely had electricity, no computer or tv or even radio to speak of. Before he left he set you out some books. Old paperbacks that you’d never even heard of but it’d been a minute since you’d had the luxury of sitting down to read so you took them all the same.

You were sat in the parlor of the old home on a couch at least twenty years older than you, though it was still very comfy. After getting lots of love from Deimos before he headed for the door, Clover elected to curl up next to your feet, settling in for a long nap.

When he was gone it took you what felt like an eternity to even pick up a book. The silence of the huge house eating holes in your concentration. And you were worried about him, he’d been like a statue all morning, he hardly ate, hardly talked. It was clear whatever he had to handle, whatever this whole trip had been for, today was the day it was to be done and it was certainly affecting him. By the time you finally picked up the paperback from its place on the table there was a knock at the door.

The inside of the main house was not what you were expecting. While the exterior looked old and worn, the inside was clean and neat. The living room was furnished and comfy, a huge tv mounted onto the wall was on and turned to the news, an ongoing report about a train detailing in Tuscaloosa. It wasn’t until you saw it that you realized how long it’d been since you’d watched it. The shelves held assortments of knick knacks, small clocks and vases and crystal figurines but you noticed a surprising lack of photos. You couldn’t find a single one. You’d hoped to catch a glimpse of young Deimos but there was nothing of the kind.

The kitchen was similarly decorated. It was large and everything inside had been modernized including all of the appliances which were gleaming and new. Pots and pans hung from racks mounted to the lily papered walls. Lilac and deep navy trim lined the counters and cabinets. It was clear a lot of love went into the construction along with the heavy attention to detail possessed by a master craftsman.

Clover followed you into the kitchen as you set the bags she had you carry in down on the marble countertop and she began rummaging through them, setting things out on the counter from the heavy brown sacks before going back for more. Baking soda, whole roasted macadamia nuts, white chocolate chips. You were starting to see a pattern and only hoped you could perhaps benefit from the results.

“I hope you’re not allergic to nuts, dear. I’d have asked you last night had he not swept you away so fast.” You smiled and took the paper bags off the counter once they were empty. “No, no allergies. And I love macadamia nuts. Are you making cookies?”

“We’re making cookies. There’s a glass bowl in that bottom cabinet to your left.” Bending down and pulling open the door you immediately spotted the bowl in question and pulled it from its shelf as she preheated the oven and pulled a cutting board out, pulling the bag of macadamia nuts to her and opening it up.

She has you sifting flour as you talked. “How long have you worked with my boy?” Your mind reeled a bit at the question, you had to lie to keep up with his lie, you only hoped she hadn’t asked these questions to him already otherwise your answers may not match up.

“Not long, about six months.” She smiled as she worked, her hands deft and nimble with years of knife work under her belt. She hardly looked up at you while she worked. “Ohh, not very long at all, he must like you if he brought you home.”

Oh if you only knew the other half of it. But you didn’t feel like ruining this woman’s image of her god son plus it would make things extremely awkward so you went along with it and just asked polite questions to keep the conversation going.

“What was he like growing up?” She set the chopped nuts aside and started to collect the rest of the ingredients from their various homes. Vanilla extract from the cabinet, eggs and butter from the fridge.

“He was a good boy, minded his manners and did well in school. Grew like a weed and nearly ate me and his momma out of house and home.” You laughed along with her, you could certainly imagine that.

“How did you come to be his godmother?”

“Let’s see… My Henry met George Morris one sunny afternoon in May of 1967. He was taking the ferry out to see his mother on Gravine Island. The ferry had barely pulled away from dock when he heard a crash off the port side. A truck had swerved off the bridge and broken through the guard rails. Henry watched as it tipped over the side of the bridge and fell into the water and immediately jumped into action.” As she talked, now beginning to spoon out cookies, your movements stilled to listen.

“He dove off the side of the ferry and swam to the truck which had already taken on water and had sunk under. George was knocked unconscious by the crash but Henry was able to get him out of the seat and helped him to shore, saving his life. When George woke up in the hospital two weeks later he swore he’d never stop repaying Henry for what he’d done.” She pointed across the counter to the second sheet pan as she’d already filled hers. Grabbing it for her, you handed it over and she continued.

“Me and Henry never could have kids, we tried and tried but it just wasn’t meant to be. When Pearl and George found out they were pregnant they insisted on making us the baby’s godparents, effectively giving us the child we could never have on our own and we raised him up together like he was ours.” She smiled fondly at the end and you can really tell she holds him close to her heart.

“George raised his son with the image of Henry as a hero and idolized him. When he graduated high school he went off to college in Houston before joining the ATF and his military career took off from there, following in Henry’s footsteps.”

She put the finished trays in the oven and closed the door on them and the story, it was one you hadn’t expected. “Wow. That’s quite a story.”

She smiled at you and wiped her hands off on a tea towel. “Everyone’s got one dear. Now help me clean up while these bake.”

Deimos pulled the truck into the drive somber and mentally drained. He knew it was going to be hard but not like that, nothing could have prepared him for that. Pulling up to the house he put it in park and sat there for a moment just breathing and wondering how he got here.

After a moment he got out of the truck and locked it before saddling around the side of the house, headed straight for the pout house, with any luck maybe he could catch a nap before dinner. As he stepped up to the front door he found it unlocked and immediately grabbed for the vendetta in his holster. He cocked back the heavy hammer and pushed the door open onto the parlor. There was a paperback laying on the couch but the room was otherwise empty. He quickly cleared the premises but there was no sign of you. He swore to himself and ran out of the house.

You and Mama Anne had just finished drying the last of the dishes when he charged into the room. All heads, yours, Mama Anne’s and Clover’s snapped to the archway as he bolted around the corner in a panic but as he surveyed the room the panic died and he froze. Mama Anne let out an irritated huff and went off. “Gerald! What have I told you about running in the house?!”

His body language immediately changed, his shoulders drooping and his gun dropping to his side as he straightened out. “I’m sorry Mama Anne, it’s just…”

She stood waiting for his explanation. “Well? It’s just what?” He didn’t have an answer and instead apologized again and just left the room, leaving the three of you staring after him confused. “I don’t know what’s gotten into that boy!” Just as she’d finished speaking the egg timer went off and gave both of you another jump which she huffed at again.

“Go see what’s wrong with him, I’ll take the cookies out.”

You finally found him in the pout house. Clover curled up in the parlor and left you to tend to him alone. He was upstairs in his room, it was your first sight of it but you were too caught up in the moment to give it any real attention. You instantly felt sorry for him upon your entry. He was sat on the edge, his hands in his lap and staring off at the floor but it was clear he wasn’t present, lost somewhere in his thoughts.

“Gerald, huh? Never would have guessed.” But the joke missed and he hardly reacted. It was clear he was going through something, though you still didn’t know what. You took the hint and sat down next to him as he finally stirred. You didn’t expect the question he asked.

“Why didn’t you leave?” You shook your head but he stared up at you, pressing the issue. You felt uncomfortable with the answer that sat heavy on your chest so you gave him one that didn’t make your voice shake when you said it. “I’m scared of snakes.” You smiled at him, hoping under the thick hard shell that maybe you’d made him smile back, but he seemed as stoic as ever.

It was time to get to the heart of the issue. “Deimos, what’s wrong?” He sighed, like he knew this was coming at some point and decided that maybe now was the time. For a moment he seemed to be searching for where to begin before he spoke. “It’s my godfather. He’s… sick.” He paused and while his answer set in and you began to search for something to say he continued.

“We put him in hospice today. That’s why I had to come home. He’s dying and there’s nothing I can do.” The room filled with uncomfortable silence. You were scared it would come to this, you never had been good at providing comfort and had just begun to get a grip on your feelings towards him but you knew you had to do something.

Tentatively you turned to him and lifted a hand up to his face. You pulled it towards yours slowly. He allowed the movement but once facing you he froze, staying stark still like a deer in the headlights as you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss over the hard shell of his mask, your lips lingering there against the cool curve of it for a moment. Pulling back your eyes slowly dragged up to the dark lenses of his mask and you whispered against him. “I’m sorry.”

You moved to pull away, worried you’d perhaps gone too far when his hand gripped your wrist and held you there. There was a moment after as you both stared at each other in nervous anticipation before he spoke, softly.

“Do you trust me?” You stared up at him, your heart beating loud in your chest. It was a good question, one you were scared to answer. Did you really trust this man? This man who’d killed your squadmates. This man who’d kept you hostage and forced you to live in captivity. This man who stood for everything you’d been trained to hate. Did you trust your enemy? After a moment you whispered back. “Yes.”

He moved to stand and you started to stand with him when he stopped you. “Stay. I’ll be right back.” You did as he asked but the time he was gone seemed to stretch on endlessly. You nearly got up to go after him when he recentered the room and shut the door behind him. He held what he’d gone to retrieve out in front of him, it was your sleeping mask.

You looked up at him and began to backpedal. “Deimos I-“ the hand not holding the mask reached out to settle on your thigh, silencing you. “Trust.”

Your eyes met the dark pools of his mask again as he held the mask out for you. You reached out and grabbed it from him, taking one last look at your captor as the last thing you’d see before sliding the silk over your eyes and falling into darkness. There was movement, the ruffle of cloth gliding against skin and then you felt him, the heat of his body sliding up to yours, felt the warm puff of his breath close.

Your heart leapt to the front of your rib cage as you leaned forward slightly and closed the distance. You felt his lips against yours for the first time, surprisingly soft and full as he leaned into the kiss experimentally, deepening it. He began to shift and blind to the world, all you could do was let him guide you. He moved you up the bed, giving gentle guidance with his body as you followed suit.

Your lips lost his and you tried to find them again in the dark, already addicted to the taste. You felt one of his hands slide up your arm until it seated itself against the back of your neck, pulling you back into the kiss and holding you there, drinking you in. You roamed his chest, pulling at whatever you could get your hands on, trying to pull it off of him. He chuckled against you and nipped at your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away.

You must have displayed your displeasure because he came back and kissed you softly once more, a quick chaste thing that held meaning. Relax, be patient. You held still as you heard him pulling at his clothes and your arms couldn’t help but reach out to try and get a feel of what you couldn’t see. Your palm slid over his bare flesh, his chest warm and padded with thick muscle. Your fingers lost him as he dropped out of range, beginning to pull at your clothes and making quick work of your socks and shoes.

Next your top, sliding easily over your head and then your bra. His hands came up to cup and knead at your breasts. You jumped slightly, back arching as you felt him lean down and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it in and lavishing it with his tongue. He pushed you back down and pulled off of you, his hands beginning to work at the fly of your shorts. When they were undone he slid them, along with your panties down your legs and off your feet.

He climbed your body slow, sliding his hands up the length of your legs, planting kisses that dotted his ascent. He stopped short at your thighs and when you reached down towards him to pull him back up to your lips his hands met them and he laced his fingers in the spaces between yours to lock you in place.

“Patience, sweetheart. I want a taste.” You moan, vividly remembering the night you met and your legs fell open for him in anticipation. His mouth was hot on your thighs and he took his time, sucking marks into the unmarred flesh and claiming it. He licked a stripe up your slit without warning and your head dropped back on the pillow as your hips lifted to chase it.

He held your hands in place as his mouth settled over your clit, sucking hard and making you squirm. But he has no intentions of teasing as he dives fully into the thick of you, burying his face between your thighs and getting more than just a taste of what you have to offer. He eats you with a carnal thoroughness that rivals starvation, like he’d been craving you since he’d had you and been subsequently denied.

He could feel the muscles in your legs, thrown up on his shoulders, tensing and shaking as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. The room, filled with your sweet sighs and breathy moans had him rutting against the bed beneath him but he can tell you’re close by the way your fingers are squeezing him, your nails digging into the flesh between his knuckles; branding the skin with crescent moons that he’ll fixate on until they lighten and lighten and then ultimately disappear.

The sight of you before him, head tipped back and tossing from side to side at each shift of his lips, at the very drag of his tongue, the way your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, pushing the crests of your breasts up to the heavens has to be the most angelic thing he’d ever seen. The taste of you only concreted the point in his mind, for nothing this sweet could be anything short of divine.

He can tell you’re close, catching onto the way you've suddenly gone unnaturally quiet, the way your hips push into the sensations but your fingers try to pry themselves away from his. He doubles down, his lips latching over top of your clit and running his tongue over it in light arcs as your body snaps up off the bed, a long drawn out moan falling from your beautiful lips as it courses through you. He stops suckling to lick up your slit, catching every drop of you as you come hard.

By the time he’s done you’re squirming in his grip, desperate to get away from the devastating sensations. He relents and lets you go but only to climb up your body, his lips exploring every inch of exposed flesh on his way up. You pull him up to you and catch him in kiss, slow and deep as his arms hike your legs up until he’s caught you under the knees. His mouth never leaves yours as he lines himself up with your soaking slit and drags the head of his cock up and down it, wetting it.

His lips pull away from you as he pushes in slowly, bottoming out in one smooth thrust and groaning against your cheek as you cry out from the intrusion. You’re tight from your first orgasm and it takes an alarming amount of self control for him not to immediately begin to wreck you. He’s patient as you adjust but the second you buck up towards him he picks up the pace, unwilling to wait a moment longer.

You’ve picked a hell of a time to open up to him, emotionally vulnerable and looking for some sort of outlet he seizes the opportunity you’ve presented him by the throat. But by the way you’re moaning his name and scratching your nails down his back it seems to him like you can’t have many complaints.

Your legs shake in his hold, body jolting up with every thrust as your hands explore what you can not see. They slide up the steep hills of shoulders and across the length of his arms, over the rigid muscles of his biceps and onto the smooth hams of his forearms. Traveling further you place your hands on his pecs, feeling the beat of his heart and the bellows of his lungs. Sliding down the hard plane of his sternum to settle on his abdomen, addicted to the undulating movements of his pelvis beneath your palms and the way it syncs with the drag of his cock against your walls. You feel him fully for what feels like this first time.

He alternates periodically between worshiping your breasts and silencing your screams, swallowing them whole straight from the source. One hand leaves its hold on your leg to slide up and settle over your throat, squeezing gently and tilting your head to the side.

His mouth leaves yours to plant a hickey on your neck just below your ear before he starts to whisper, low and hot right up against your ear, pounding into you hard and deep all the while.

“Look so pretty like this. Bare and spread open for me. Tell me sugar cane…” His hips roll against yours and the angle it creates makes you whine low in your throat. “When did it change?” You know what he’s talking about but the way he’s got you right now has you unable to form coherent thoughts let alone try to voice them. But in truth, even you don’t know where it happened. Where the wires in your brain became so frayed they had eventually crossed, where the impossible thing occurred, where you lost yourself to him.

“It doesn’t really matter though, does it? I told you, didn’t I?” The hand not around your throat slips down and finds your clit and your back arches beneath him as you realize a split second before it happens that you’re going to come. “I told you that you’d be mine.” His teeth sink into the side of your neck and you scream as you come around him for the second time. Your eyes rolling up into the back of your head behind the mask, as he drives you through it. His lips ravage your neck, his thrusts turn sloppy as you writhe beneath him in unbridled bliss and squeeze him for dear life, the raw unfiltered pleasure of it burning through your veins.

He’s so close, just needs a little more to fall into the pit of his own pleasure and you barely hold on as he takes what he needs from you, with a final series of thrusts he comes deep in your heat with a roar, filling you full of his seed as you cling to him and take every drop. As you both come down he’s much more gentle, soft kisses up and down your neck and chest and cheeks as your breathing stabilizes.

You linger there, in the bliss of the aftermath still blind as he rolls off of you and pulls you close. Your head on his chest you can hear the beating of his heart lulling you into a dozy half awake state. You wonder where this goes, as you lay against him in his bed, the bed you’ve made where you willingly lay. He doesn’t let you ruminate on it, with a kiss to the head and a soft shushing he calms your thoughts and you fall into a dreamless sleep.

The blare of a sat phone wakes you with a start. Your head lifts from his chest and he slides out from beneath you to answer it. The call is curt and little is said but as he hangs up you feel him already getting up off the bed and begin dressing. Self consciously you pull the sheet up to cover you and wait for the feel of his hands on your skin.

When he pulls your mask off you realize it’s late, the light completely drained from the horizon, the only glow in the room emits from a little bedside lamp. He’s dressed and snatching your clothes up to hand them to you.

“Deimos, what’s happening?”

“It’s Rainbow, they’re coming. I know who the mole is.”

[callistosposts]

TWINSIES EARTH N' VENUS HC-NER GANG LET'S GOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

One silly fact abt my designs is that Earth and Venus r essentially the only normal/'earthling' looking ones of the planets, the rest (including Pluto before he got demoted and Sun) all have features that to a human looks freaky/weird/unreal

Sun- Humanoid plasma being with no mouth or genitals (in my designs/hc stars don't have genitals), his eyes are all white with no iris, also the aureole halo on the top of his head.

Mercury- wings r fused with his feet and his hair is a flame

Mars- also no iris like Sun and he has ailen antennas

Jupiter- haven't made him yet, but he's a cyclops and his eye is the big red spot

Saturn- also haven't made him yet, but his rings circling around his head like a halo

Uranus- also no iris like Sun and Mars except his are glowing, also the rings around his head (except his tilted, like him, except like in planet form)

Neptune- he doesn't have eyes and under his hair are fish scales (he also has scales on his back, stomach, elbows and on the bottom of his feet)

Pluto- leg ambiguity and his face looks like a theater mask, but he can still make facial expressions and eat, making one wonder if it's a mask or not

(causally gonna be dropping Luna, Phobos n' Deimos here as honorable mentions cuz I love 'em)

Luna- His eyes are inverted (meaning his sclera is grey and his irises are white) he has a lil crescent moon on his forehead and bull horns on the side of his head

Phobos- Orange 'Earthling' eyes that are glowing eyes and he has whiskers

Deimos- Also glowing 'earthling' eyes like Phobos

Some of my designs for the other celestial objects also have features that humans find freaky, but this ask is already pretty long so-

(also I just realized I should maybe add some things to Saturn that make him more freaky)

(also also in my art style I don't draw pupils so there's why I don't mention them)

ALL THIS DESIGN CHOICES ARE SO COOL!! 🥹🫶

love the idea of Venus and Earth being the only ones to look human - Earth of course harboring humans and Venus's close connection to Earth, it makes a lot of sense 😆🙏

im loving the creature details of all the others as well!! designs with non-human or 'unsettling' details are some of my favorites ever

especially loving the idea of Jupiter being a cyclops and Neptune with the acales!!!

[arisunakayama]

WAIT I FORGOR TO MENTION THAT THE FLUFFY GRUNTS WERE THE MAIN 4 AAAAA IM SO SORRY ILL ADD ANOTHER WEIRD DRAWING 😭😭

you can always add additional grunts :)))))

Fluffy!Main Four + Tricky X Reader

Tricky’s is a little short considering I didn’t really have much to write for him *dies*

[MAIN FOUR]

How this happened? Absolutely no fucking clue. At least specifically.

All you remember was going on a mission with the main four on infiltrating some AAHW building where some experiments were happening.

The five of you did manage to get to the room where the scientist and a couple of abominations resided in.

But something had happened to where there was an explosion where you and the others were knocked out.

You woke up to a pressure on your chest, eyes fluttering to see four little fluffy puffballs that oddly looked like if a cat and a grunt were mixed together

What was even more strange was the fact they looked like Sanford, Deimos, Hank and 2BDamned

You stare at them for a brief moment, listening to the high pitched mews coming from them, especially the ones that looked like Deimos and Sanford.

Suddenly you come to realization that it was them.

You scoop them up in your arms, ignoring the surprised yowls and quickly speed all the way back to S.Q

Once you had gotten back to the tower, you quickly make your way back to Doc’s office, setting them down on his desk table before trying to process what the hell had just happened to your S/Os.

You were to entangled in your own thoughts that you had to be quickly brought to reality by 2BDamned’s loud mewings to catch your attention.

You apologize a little before going to the four of them, gently petting them only to hear a soft purr coming from the two.

The loudest being Deimos and Sanford while there was a soft and barely audible one coming from both Doc and Hank

You definitely knew it was them considering how accepting one pair was with affection compared to the other two.

The days did go by though with the five of you trying to figure out how to change them back.

Doc would mostly be on the desk with you, watching over the work you took on while the other three would lay and nap on you.

Hank would mostly occupy your thighs and make sure the other two wouldn’t get a spot on his favorite spot.

Even before being turned into a fluffy, he loved your thighs. Regardless of how thick or thin they were.

You remember he physically fought the three of them because Sanford tried to make himself comfortable on your lap.

You had to separate them considering Hank was the biggest

But the other two did manage to find a spot by perching themselves on your shoulders, purring nonstop. Deimos being the one to constantly rub himself against your chin.

You weren’t going to lie, the four of them were absolutely adorable how they were and it made you melt at how soft they were.

Hell even sleeping with all of them piled on top of you, purring away and lulling you to sleep.

It was even cute with seeing how they play with each other. Watching them chase each other around the room to get some sort of exercise or training.

Well mostly Hank, Deimos and Sanford. Doc would be with you in a loaf as you petted him. Still it was very cute to see. They did heavily remind you a lot like cats.

But you still wanted them back the way they were. You heavily missed your boys if anything.

The weeks did pass by and there was a moment where you yourself had to seek out Jebediah himself to help you out.

Despite the hissing and spitting that came from Hank himself.

Sanford and Deimos very trustful either considering you saw how puffed their fluff was

Doc on the other hand was indifferent and actually encouraged you to seek him out considering he also wanted to go back the way he was

Jeb himself was surprised at the sight of the four of them before reluctantly agreeing to help you guys out

It did take a couple more weeks though considering you and Jeb had to raid a couple of labs to figure out a way to turn the four of them back.

The halo wasn’t a way to bring them back, trust me he did try.

Once you guys did find a way to turn the four of them back, you immediately three yourself onto the four of them, welcoming them back as they were in their normal forms.

The four of them also seemed to be glad as they wrapped their arms around you into a tight hug.

Well, mostly Sanford and Deimos. Hank did give you a hug, but it was more like he just held you there with him while the other two were angry and yelling at him for hogging you all to himself.

Doc did hug and praise you as well along with thanking Jeb for assisting you.

They did tease you though about the little baby voices you made at them while they were fluffy grunts though.

But oh well, you make fun of them as well for the stuff they’ve done while they were turned.

[TRICKY]

With Tricky it’s a bit more simpler with him. At least with how he turned into a fluffy grunt.

And that’s just because he turned himself into one.

Because you were talking about how cute animals were despite there being none in Nevada….

Unlike the main four he willingly turned himself into a fluffy grunt and can turn himself back whenever he wanted to.

It’s just right now he wants you to pay attention to him now that he turned himself into something that looked very similar to a cat and a grunt.

Even as a fluffy grunt he’s very excitable and hyper considering how much he’s would dart around the rooms.

Hell he would even constantly yowl for you to pay attention to him.

A chaotic little shit he is. There was even a time you woke up to him literally sitting on your face.

But hey he’s also had his moments by constantly cuddling up to you, purring the time away or by constantly rubbing himself against you.

Not only that, he does notice when you do get overstimulated and tries to calm down a bit for you.

None the less he’s still very sweet and loves to give and get your attention on him by doing cute things.

But he will only do them for you and you only.

With anyone else he’s a fucking menace. And still would kill someone who isn’t you

Then again you did warn those around you about him

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I really loved the werewolf! sanford you wrote! I was wondering if you could do a follow up where someone on the team accidentally turns the reader? (maybe Hank or Sanford himself)

It's another werewolf! All dressed up in sheep's wool, and changing when the moons full. Can you show me the way?

Werewolf!Sanford x Demigirl!Reader P2

CW: Reader gets hurt, whole team gets hurt, descriptions of gore, vomit and body horror.

[Part 1] - will link later lol

Deimos had the zoomies, sprinting back and forth from your bedroom to the front door, his toes tip tapping with impatience and excitement. It'd been a couple months since you started going on hunts with the boys, always on Sanford's broad back, the night air fresh in your lungs, hair blown by the wind.

The boys felt safe enough to transform inside the base with you around, seeing as you could open the door to let them out. "I'm coming, hold your horses Dei." You chuckled as he ran up again, whining softly with puppy eyes, ears drawn back.

Something softly headbutted your back, and you turned to see Doc, who strolled passed and sat by the door. Hurry up. He was patient, yes, but even he was starting to get bored of waiting.

There was a scuffling noise in the kitchen, and you wandered over to see Hank with their head inside the bin, rummaging around for some leftovers. He turned to look at you, a chicken leg bone in his mouth. Yesterday's scraps, tonight's lunch.

Sanford padded out of your room, yawning widely, chuffing softly as he nuzzled his cold nose into your hand. "You ready Fordie?" He licked your palm, and you headed to the door, both wolves trailing behind.

Dei yipped in excitement, his feet tapping away still. He was the quickest of the pack, always sprinting around while outside, a supercharged battery burning off its excess energy.

Opening the door, the four wolves exited first, Deimos running off ahead, Doc walking behind, clearly intent on waiting until the door was secure as usual. Hank was still gnawing away at their treat, enjoying the marrow seeping out at they cracked and splintered the old bone. Sanford took a few paces outside, before laying down so you could climb on his back.

You pet Doc's head, setting the lock on the door before hopping into Sanford's back. "Alright furry boys, let's ride!"

Hank took off after Deimos, being easily swallowed by the night as the full moon was obscured by heavy clouds. Doc and Sanford followed, keeping pace with each other. It was routine, Deimos and Hank would run off up front, San and Doc taking up the rear, though rarely did they stray too far from each other.

The strength of a wolf is his pack, and the strength of a pack is the wolf. You could feel Sanford's heart beating against your thigh, his chest heaving as he ran along, his heavy paws thudding along, coughing up earth with his claws.

Up ahead, Deimos and Hank were atop a cliff, the smaller wolf looking skyward, awaiting for the very brief window when the moon would be visible. The three of you caught up, and you got off Sanford's back, the wolves grouping together to call a hunt.

A slither of silver shone in the sky, and Doc threw back his head, letting out a mournful howl, which was joined in a chorus by the rest. Butterflies filled your stomach, and you couldn't resist, howling with them too. And the moon vanished, hiding herself away for this night.

Hank threw you a questioning look, before marching down the cliff side, uninterested in you. Doc approached, nudging you with his head before turning to follow Hank. Deimos was wagging his tail, giving a soft awoo and giving a playful bow. Like Doc, he rubbed against you before waiting at the cliff.

San came up last, rubbing his face affectionately against you, rubbing his scent all over you. He'd asked you to be his partner recently, and you agreed excitedly. He'd given you a whole new happier life, of course you'd want to share it with him.

He bowed again, letting you climb atop, getting a good grip of his neck fur as you leaned into him, the cliff was pretty steep, staying low was the best way to keep safe and on top of your ride.

Together Dei and San raced, kicking up rocks in their wake, excitement flooding your veins. You weren't super into the killing, but the pack activities really helped bond you with the boys, they offered you more physical affection. Deimos was always trying to snuggle with you and Sanford, Doc would touch your hair softly as he passed by, Hank would... sometimes offer you a thumbs up.

Despite not being a wolf, you fit perfectly into the pack, as a pack mate, and as Sanford's girlfriend. Once again you hopped off his back, ahead of you stood a band of vampires. Stepping back, you tightly gripped the silver crucifix Doc had given you, the bottom of it had been sharpened like a knife, a powerful weapon for banishing supernatural beasts of all shapes and sizes.

"Fuck 'em up boys." At your command, the wolves lunged forward, the turf war underway. The wolves, all being skilled fighters in normal life, had the upper hand, and with their blood being corrosive to vampire's innards, it was sure to be a massacre.

Coloured blood painted the streets, neon leaking on every surface. Even the werewolves' badass bitch managed to take down one or two, Doc's gift proving to be incredibly useful.

Blood splashed into Hank's eyes, they were temporaily blinded, and with no arms to wipe the blood away, they latched onto the nearest thing that wasn't a wolf and smelled of vampires.

You screamed as his teeth dug in, and instantly he let go, realising his mistake. Deimos ripped the intestines of the last vamp standing, while Doc spun on his paws, noticing you crumple to the ground, clinging to your mauled arm.

"Hank you bastard!" Sanford snarled, lunging at him, the two sending fur and blood flying as they fought, San in pure rage, and Hank in self defence.

Doc raced over, Deimos following behind, both scared. "What happened?" Dei looked to Doc, eyes stricken with terror. "Vampire?"

"It was Hank. Sanford and I saw it." Doc nuzzled his face against you, licking your wound, but the pain didn't subside as it had with Sanford all those months back, it felt like acid was pouring into your skin.

"IT BURNS!" You dropped your weapon, Doc smelled burnt flesh and he nudged your hand, the silver having left a scald. The pain was overwhelming, you'd even missed out on the fact you could understand the wolves words now.

"SANFORD! STOP! She's going to turn!" Doc barked out, and a bloodied up Sanford tossed Hank aside before laying next to you, Hank had gotten a good few bites and scratches into his already wounded body.

"You.. I'm sorry, I didn't protect you princess." His golden eyes filled with hurt and pain, pain of being unable to protect his partner, his woman.

Agony filled your body, bones creaking and starting to reshape, nails splitting into claws, blood and teeth flooded out your mouth, old human ones forced out as new wolf ones formed in, round, sharp, capable of splitting flesh from bone.

There were no words to describe the hell your fragile body was going through, spine cracking and extending, legs bending unnaturally to take on new form. Blood, snot and tears flooded from your face, and it tore Sanford up, because there was nothing any of them could do to ease the suffering.

"They're going to be okay, right?" Deimos sounded panicked.

"Of course they are. She's always had a wolf's strength. Only now they've got the body to go along with the spirit." Doc put his tail around Dei's back, and Dei leaned into his father figure, whining softly.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a mixture of blood and puke rolled out of your mouth, your claws scraping up the concrete road. Bright wolf eyes opened, scanning the rest of her pack, seeing them in a whole new perspective.

"I know it hurts." Sanford placed his muzzle over yours, body twitching and settling into its new self. "The first few always do. But your body will get used to it. And they will never be as painful as the first one, that's when the worst changes happen. We've all been through it princess."

You rested your face into San's thick neck fur, his once off putting dog smell now appealing. "D-does.. t-this me--mean I get to bite the n-next one who joins u-us?" The joke fell flat, but Sanford licked your muzzle.

Hank took a step forward, and Sanford snarled at him, ready to attack if he advanced again. "I.. I'm sorry. It was an accident. Blood in my eyes. Instinct to bite."

"You are banished from the pack tonight. You will spend the night alone, and as many moons as it takes for her to forgive you." Doc commanded, his teeth bared. "Is that clear?"

"No." You eyed Doc, who's ears went backwards.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hank will not be punished like that. While I don't forgive them for what they've done to me, I will not deprive them of one of the only comforts they know." Your grey fur bristled.

"Are you sure?" Sanford mumbled lowly, never taking his eyes off Hank.

"Yes. You taught me the way of the wolf, and depriving them of that is cruel. But make no mistake, you are not to touch me, in any shape or form, my body is not yours to lay a claw or fang on again. You will have to do a lot to earn forgiveness, but if you try, perhaps you will."

Taking the lead, you turned and began heading towards home, each step painful as bones and muscles had to adjust to their new positions and lengths, black tipped tail hanging limp. Sanford followed, Dei behind him, Doc next, and Hank bringing up the rear.

"You are lucky," Doc growled. "that they are so kind. Even now, she has pared you from isolation, after what you've done."

"I know." Hank's tail was slightly between their legs.

Doc stopped in his tracks, letting the three of you get a lead, just enough to be out of earshot. "Besides, you owe Sanford an apology too."

"How so?"

"He wanted to change them himself." Doc gave a wolfy chuckle before plodding onwards, leaving Hank to ponder a moment. They would let their packmates nurse each others wounds, allowing their own to scab over without help, a self inflected punishment.

They trudged along, a space next to Doc was calling his name in the den bed. A space that was furthest from Sanford and his mate.

[saltymongoose]

Player with a child has been on my mind,, Can you imagine the amount of stress Player is going through?? They would've been completely fine being here on their own, but to bring their child to Nevada has them scrambling to keep them safe. Always keeping their child behind them and out of sight (also to block them from seeing all the gore and blood that tends to paint the place), covering their ears when a gun fight starts, etc. Thankfully, Player doesn't have to worry about protecting their kid because they've got the boys!! I'm sure Hank will have no problem tearing apart anyone who's anywhere near their location. Sanford and Deimos can definitely help with occupying the child (after hours of begging the Player to sleep and convincing them that the kid is safe) I also think the fact Sanford's a mama's boy might help ease Player lol. Doc,,, I have no clue what Doc what do honestly. Might be busy with Player discussing important things like the kid's medical history. Also maybe Phobos doesn't act too different? Just surprised to see his Player happens to have a little god in the making. Player might take advantage of this and make him swear loyalty to the child and prioritize them (and with how serious they sounded it's not like he'll disobey). Maybe he also acts as another parental figure for the kid?? Like showing them around the tower, carrying them around, letting them explore, etc. (may get a few weird looks from the staff but that's ok) I would write for Jeb and Hof but out of brain juices and the ask is already long,, I hope you still enjoy Parent! Player tho :))

!!!!PARENT!PLAYER YES! I LOVE THIS!! This is such a good idea, you're completely right; the Player's experience if their child was ripped from reality with them would be entirely different and their stress level would go up by 10^17. I was originally going to do just a straight answer for this, but I realized I had faar too much to say, so have some unofficial headcanon things instead ig. 😅

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

//-[The Employers]-//

From the moment you were dragged into Nevada, you kept a careful watch on whoever you were around and, more importantly, whoever your child is around. And of course, because they're the ones who brought you there, the Employers were the first to receive your scrutiny.

You didn't trust them with your kid, to put it simply, and they never really gave you a substantial reason to think otherwise. The Employers weren't even that good with other people in general, let alone innocent children, and it showed from how awkward and stilted they were around you when you had yours with you (which was almost always).

It puts them in a difficult position because while they want to shower you with attention and get to really know everything about you, you keep them at arm's length all the time; leveling them with dark glares whenever they get too close or try to give you anything. Showing clear suspicion when they do anything you deem too nice, especially with regard to your kid. You don't care about your own safety that much, but you made it clear that if anything were to happen to your little one because of them, you'd send them to whatever version of hell they go to, no matter how long it took.

If you decide to stay with the Employers (as would likely be the case if you wound up in Nevada before the events of the game), then you begrudgingly allow them some leniency in what they do. But you keep an eye on them all the while, carefully monitoring how they behave around your child. When you're not, you're actually instructing them on it, as they generally tend to treat your kid like an adult when they really shouldn't (speaking to them too roughly, ordering them around, etc).

You don't really rest and let them take care of your kid themselves; you just don't trust them to do a good job with it, so you're still kinda stressed most of the time. But at least you don't have to worry about your kid seeing any blood or gore, since all of the Employers are very careful about what occurs near you or your kid (perks of being on the AAHW's good side, you suppose).

//-[The Main 4]-//

While a part of you was honestly really hesitant to allow the boys to form a bond with your kid (they are wanted murderers after all), you eventually warmed up to the idea from seeing just how hard they worked to get your approval for such a thing. They'd ask you if you needed anything for them, even going out of their way to find little nick-knacks and toys to give to you so you could present them to your kid (it wasn't from them if it was a gift to you originally, they reasoned). Sanford made sure he could make something at least close to their favorite once in a while, to cheer them up. However, once you made it known that they could start helping you out, they put in even more effort.

Your boys don't have the luxury of keeping you away from combat at the moment, which means they have to work together with you to keep your kid blissfully ignorant while they gun down your foes from further away. Luckily you've found that your strings can cover quite a bit of distance, so you stick near Doc from a ranged position most of the time. (Good thing Deimos made some smaller headphones to block the noise of the gunfire; you didn't want their ears to be impacted too much from it.)

Hank is especially good at taking out enemies before they reach your sight-line, and you reward this with some grateful praise (maybe even a quick peck on the cheek). Which, of course, only spurs Sanford and Deimos on to try and compete, to his displeasure. But it keeps you and your child safer, which is the most important part.

However, where Sanford and Deimos really shine is with actually taking care of your kid, as you said. Deimos makes little toys and robots for them, even having them "help out" (holding flashlights and handing him things) to keep them interested. Nevada doesn't really have any children's shows anymore, but he brings out some old action movies and tamer things he watched when he was a lot younger. (You also watch along with them, which leads to a lot of inside jokes amongst the three of you.)

Sanford is generally the most "parent-like" out of the four; he worries about their nutrition and if they're getting enough sleep, and speaks with you about how they're doing mentally. He even offers to take you and your kid to go visit his family (his mother and siblings) so they have more friendly faces. He knows that Nevada isn't exactly a good place to raise a child, so he wants you to know that he supports you and that you can rely on him to take care of them if need be.

Doc is a lot kinder to you and your kid than he is with everyone else, and it shows. His tone is less stern and he even leans down so as to not appear threatening, but his behavior is mostly the same. Although, he also tries to go over human health and anatomy with you to effectively "doctor" your child, which will definitely take some time. (He's not even authorized to be a medic for grunts, so he's got his work cut out for him. It's more than worth it, though.)

They also worry about you too, since they can tell this stress is beginning to take its toll on you, so they definitely try to distract your kid so you can get some sleep. Or alternatively, they try to make you both so comfortable that you doze off together, since you know your child is safe if they're asleep in your arms. (However, you do have to admit that seeing your kid all snuggled up in the arms of a grunt four times their size is pretty adorable.)

//-[The Nexus Core]-//

It takes you very little time to realize how much the Director of the Nexus Core idolizes you, and with that comes the opportunity to make your kid more of a focal point for him too. After all, if you're such a God, then of course your own child would be a little godling, right? It made sense to you, and of course, Phobos was very easily convinced. Swearing fealty to both of you made sense, and this makes him adjust the Nexus Cores rules of conduct to show this as well.

The Nexus Core personnel are instructed to be even safer, keeping things locked and clean, and ensuring that anything dangerous is kept in special rooms that require security clearance. It was only a few steps above what they did before, but knowing that the Player's child was the reason was very odd for them. However, they find it weirdly endearing to see you be so sweet to them in the few moments any agents, soldats, or scientists catch you carefully tying your kid's shoes or giving them soft encouragements when they're nervous.

Most of the Nexus' workforce are also clones and didn't have parents themselves, so it's a very new thing to see a kid actually being raised. It makes them appreciate you a lot more, and I can see them doing little things to help you out (finding candy that they can conveniently leave for you, or keeping an eye out in case your little one gets lost).

I think Phobos would desperately want your kid's approval, so much it's actually pretty funny. He does a lot to keep them entertained, and will go above and beyond to keep them happy. Getting them dessert or expensive toys and clothes is pretty standard, but he also wants to have a genuine bond with them. It's really difficult for him because he's never been around kids, but with your coaching, it works out pretty well.

(Seeing your gaze soften as your kid hugs him makes a wide grin spread across his face. He raises an arm to invite you over, and his heart beats a little faster when you lean into his side and whisper a small thank you.)

Jebus and Hofnarr are honestly kind of shocked you have a child, to begin with. (Unless you mentioned it on your stream and Jeb heard it, but Hofnarr is still taken aback.) However, once they see how tired and stressed you are about having to raise someone in Nevada of all places, they try to formulate ways to alleviate some of that burden so you can rest.

Jeb isn't the warmest person, but he's really kind and caring in regard to your kid. It honestly makes the Nexus agents do a double-take, cause it's not like Jebediah was ever rude, but he's never acted quite like this before. You'd also say that he's a good teacher for them as well, since he places a huge priority on making sure their education wasn't very stunted by your sudden appearance in Nevada. Hofnarr also helps with this, if we're talking pre-M:PN times as well.

[crispy-armpit]

2k follower special <3!!!

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO MY BEAUTIFUL 2,000+ FOLLOWERS!!

even though I have bouts of inactivity and a lot of inconsistency in my work, I am so thankful for all your support and love <3 as a thank you, have a short 2k special featuring my most popular boys, Liam & Deimos!

may be suggestive at the start;;; and big poly vibes

"you're doing so good taking us both, songbird... aren't they, pretty boy?", Deimos purrs.

Liam gives a whiny response, "fuck... where'd you learn to move like that, y/n? you didn't even give me a chance to finish you!"

your hands grip further into the controller in your hands, a minor migraine beginning to form, "please refrain from using dirty words while I'm kicking both of your asses in Tekken."

you feel the sofa where the three of you were lying down shifting from both sides, as you had been seated in between both men.

on the left, Deimos who was leaning himself on your shoulder shifted his head on your lap. his nose and lips snuggling themselves into the lower region of your torso. he sighs, "just let poor Lili win at least once, songbird... it's late and I need you in the bedroom as my favourite body pillow."

on the right, Liam had left the comfort of the sofa and moved to the floor, sitting right next to your legs. with his most pathetic puppy eyes, he begs while hugging your right leg, "pleaseee baby, let me win!! I need at least one win so I can go to bed in peace tonight..."

"no. both of you need to leave right now, go to bed!"

this was another one of their tactics to get you to sleep with them (you have a terrible sleep schedule). which isn't a bad thing, you love sleeping in between them.

but most of the time, it really really sucks- like in a suffocating way. by that you mean sandwiched between two pairs of defined and humongous man tits type of suffocating. and they always have you cornered or have their hands on you all night, so there's absolutely zero chance of you getting away from their tight grasp. it's as if their bodies are trying to fuse us together.

this was your way of saving yourself. by going to sleep later than them, they would be forced to lay next to each other instead, therefore giving you a fresh supply of oxygen through the night!

..... which is what you had planned in mind. but fate and two overly clingy adult men had other plans by accompanying you until you finally succumbed to sleep.

"look, I still need to finish the story mode, so you guys just go ahead first- AAAH!!"

Deimos picks your body up over his shoulder with ease, "ain't no way we're leaving you, I need my pillow."

Liam looks at you with a pitiful smile, "and I need my baby next to me."

"nooo... why won't you two just snuggle each other instead? you guys always suffocate me in your sleep", you complain.

"cause you're you. and we like it better when you're with us."

Deimos bellows as he opens the door to your shared bedroom, "yeah right! ya just need y/n to rub one out at night!"

"don't act so holy either, Deimos." Liam glares at him from behind.

lord, please save me from these idiots...

[giantmonstermash]

"Humanity", she thought, sitting in the hangers and watching a hazy whorl of grey dance around her fingers, a strange chittering buzz following with its motions in her mind, "is a funny thing."

What marked someone as a person? She wasn't some Anthro-Chauvinist, beating their chest about the greatness of mankind: The last time they had any say, the Deimos Incident happened, and everyone knew how that turned out.

The Union, drove to its knees. The First Contact Accords. And N.H.P.s came into the world, howling, thrashing, overpowering in their wonder and terrifying in their splendor.

She hummed softly, watching the comparatively miniscule Greywash swarm land across her hand, giggling and marveling as they settled into a silvery coat across her hand in a strangely ticklish wave.

Non-Human Persons: Paracausal beings that could only safely interact with humanity as a whole when caged, shackled, and pared down in Caskets. Almost literal godsends for any sort of computational work, solving problems that would take a human millennia to process and input.

"And yet, just so they can interact and be, their shackling needs renewed every few weeks and cycled every few years, so they can properly understand us."

She tilted her head, looking at the settled Greywash on her arm, and felt for the connection that was ever-present at the back of her mind.

"And if it weren't for all that mess, I wouldn't have you, wouldn't I, love?"

A presence distinctly behind her, one that she'd grown so used to, so connected to that the thought of anything severing that bond made her very soul ache, rumbled like distant thunder in her mind, and a rush of "-WarmthEmbraceAcceptanceAgreementLoveYouToo-" parsed through her in a tide that left her almost breathless.

She was so young when she heard about them: Beings that had to chain themselves down, carve themselves to fit, just to communicate with humanity. She couldn't help but think of how lonely they must've felt, at the time: How much making themselves fit had to hurt. Then again, "She" had thought herself a "He", at the time.

And then, he became she, and she wanted to fit, too: To stop feeling like a square peg, crushed and ground into a round hole until her sides bled and she choked and wanted to scream-

The presence curled around her mind in moments, like a hurricane coiling around its eye: There, overwhelmingly present, and yet every bit as gentle as a summer breeze, a white-noise murmuring of "-SafeHappyWe'reHereShapeIsBetterNow-" filling her as she finally remembered to breathe, RA Take It All-

In Four, Out Eight.

In Four... Out Eight. Ragged breaths slowly smoothed out, and she felt herself start to relax. "I-I'm fine now, love. Thank you."

The hurricane chirred in her mind, curled around her still, just like the grey tendrils that had coiled around her when-

"Oh." She looked, staring up into a single, softly glowing lavender eye that gazed down curiously, one car-sized hand cradling her while millions of Greywash drones held her tightly, anchoring her there and pressing close in an imitation of an embrace.

... And then, she'd found Them. Rather, They had found her: Offered to help, with all the innocent whimsy of someone seeing a turtle on its back, before flipping it over.

They'd only needed moments to hijack and print out a way to reach her, and then...

All was silent and calm.

She fell, and fell, and fell, into a blooming sea of a million-billion minds. As one, they looked. As one, they spoke. As one, they acted.

"WELCOME HOME, O ERRANT DAUGHTER."

And they were her, and she was the sea, and the sea was Acceptance, Warmth, and Love.

And all was silent and calm.

When she woke up from... that, she could feel herself settling in ways she'd barely recognized, like a machine freshly repaired by loving hands, every part cleaned, oiled, and finally fitting right...

And she gawped.

Something... buzzed, in her mind: A shard of the sea, gleaming, vibrant, loving and there. "-NewBrightHappyWhoAmI?"

She'd sat, all but struck mute, for a good long while. They'd left a fragment of themselves with her: Fledgling, strange, and curious about everything. There were many moments as her body finally, well and truly began to fit where she'd had to push down bubbling waves of laughter at their more strange questions, choke back tears at their more tragic ones, and watched them become.

To say that their growth had been exponential when they'd found any forms of data was an understatement: Information was analyzed, categorized, and compiled in moments.

Of course, she hadn't been slow on the uptake, either: Not to the (frankly) insane degree as her new partner, but she'd directed her efforts... elsewhere.

She stood, the Greywash floating apart and parting around her like water around a stone, and raised her hands. The cockpit of her mech, her Balor, bloomed open, and the swarm of nanites drew her in. Her partner had learned everything immaterial that they could. She'd learned to pilot: To make a mech dance, to clamp onto an enemy, hold together against a storm of lead, reach through data, and drag systems to a screeching, screaming halt.

Anyone else would have been eviscerated by the Greywash of her mech: Their very molecules ripped apart to feed and fuel the Grey'.

She was not Anybody Else: She was Kassandra Kal'lai, and this was her Balor: Her swarm.

The aperture closed quietly behind her, and she sighed as she finally felt comfortable again, cradled in the heart of her mech as the Greywash folded and pressed itself around her. She curled herself into the seat and pressed her head to the back of her seat, listening to the soft thrum of the machine's reactor: The resting heartbeat of a half-awake colossus, humming a sleepy lullaby to her.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and fell.

"Goodnight, love."

And the silver sea embraced her, once again. "-GoodnightSleepTightDon'tLetTheEgregoreBite.-"

And all was silent and calm.

[fantomette22]

And here’s a bloodborne crows headcanons drawing no one ask for!

Yeah I headcanons that some characters used to have some pet crows but it’s mostly a references for my fic verse too.

So I don’t have names for all the crows but I have a couple of ideas already. If you have ideas too pls share I’m listening.

Let’s begin with Cainhurst! 🛡️

📚🦉Ok Beltran from the cut content! Not sure he’s still alive during old hunters time but basically I imagined he was the (first?) crow master of Cainhurst.

🐦‍⬛⚔️Vledemyr my oc, my fav cainhurst knight! The current crow master. (Maria & Annalise’s cousin too) He was the one in charged of them before he become captain of the royal guard, he actually have lots of them (and they all love him a lot) but his very first crow is Corvus, the crow on his shoulder.

👑🕊️Ok so Annalise was offered an Albino crow, because she’s the princess and future Queen you see. *Check notes* hm Yuki is a possible name but idk either smt Japanese or slavic who mean snow or fit with cainhurst aesthetic idk.

👑🐦‍⬛ Ah Charles (oc based on the cainhurst portrait too, king consort when Annalise was Queen). So when he marry her and was crowned he was offered a baby leucistic crow (that’s why it’s brown, it’s a loose of melanine like albinism bur not complete the the eyes aren’t red or the skin pink for exemple), he was so confused about it like you can see XD probably except a hound or smt (in his dream he would have wish for a lion but there’s no lions at Cainhurst since like 60+ years or smt)

🐦‍⬛🌕🐦‍⬛Maria have 2-3 crows (the ones at the research hall you know 😢 minus the one with the guidance rune that belong to Ludwig like you can see) As for the names I was hesitating between Hugin & Munin (Odin’s crows) or Phobos & Deimos (Mars’moon) for the 2 crows siblings (well I hc Maria study astronomy so… heheh also her third one is the one German is holding x) yeah missing a leg I know. Ok also after Maria passed away the crows escape from the research hall and freak Gehrman out! They wanted to say to him hello or called his named and because crows can mimics sound and voices they took Maria’s voice 💀 he thought he was going crazy for a few mins before he found them… but really it annoyed more Laurence XD the crows really went to harass him (they know what’s up. Or didn’t take well he put them in cages or smt, or you know because of Maria. It got to the point Laurence almost wanted them dead 💀

Fortunately Gehrman managed to made them go with the very first official hunter of hunter, he passed to him the mercy blade as well.

🐥Ah Voron my boy! Aka future bloody crow🩸🐦‍⬛ (No I am not detailing the entire backstory here! And yes his name means raven/crow I KNOW!) also the red of the cap don’t appear much sorry… thanks the scan.

✨+Svetta another Cainhurst oc based the painting with her crow, Voron mom yes. Vledemyr is his dad.

👁️I managed to put Micolash & Edgar on the page XD

💣🔥 Ah this one well when we first got into the hunter nightmare there’s a hunter before a gate right? Behind there’s a crow and I noticed the crow attacked the beasts but the hunter and the bird never attacked each other (only the hunter or beast) that’s why I now headcanons that many old hunters had crows too like this one.

🗡️🌕Ludwig & his crow with the guidance rune. One day the old hunters found many dead crows in the forest, not a good sign… Ludwig managed to recover a baby crow an care for it (he was so panicked at first he asked Maria for help so many times XD)

🐦‍⬛Eileen and some crows & the very first official hunter of hunters! (Before her)

🐦‍⬛The friendly crow of hemwick on the top left :3 I hc it’s either the crow bloody crow had or one link with Eileen or either my own hunter.

As for the other names I had in mind : Hrafn, Karasu, Branagan (I think I’m keeping this one as the name of the first crow hunter too)

🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Now, you’re gonna ask me why didn’t I just named one « Kuro » (black color in Japanese) well, I’m keeping it for the horses’ names of Cainhurst!!!!