#we came across... the nether...

[bobby-adam]

mgvna 7

[dark-moonlust]

A 2 male tiger and f!reader threesom. Anytime if you want. I can wait.

Den of Surrender PART 1

Pairing: 2 (were)tigers x female reader Summary: You find shelter in a cave and become the center of attention for two male tiger monsters. Warnings: nsfw, fated mates, 2 on 1, heavy oral, fingering and retracting claws, blissful orgasms, they worship reader, lots of 💦.

Anon thanks for your request. I hope you like this! If you want a part 2 please let me know!

To all my friends here, I know I am very behind on requests. I’m so sorry! My inbox is full of delicious ideas, but the past months have been hazy and difficult. I have work, family issues, and Patreon taking up my time, but I promise I will catch up and post more requests. My progress might be slow but stay with me. 🥺🩷 Love and hugs to all my moonlust friends. Enjoy the oneshot! The attention is heavy and delicious on the reader. Filled with attention, steamy oral and orgasms.

The cave was warm, the air thick with the scent of heat and deep musk. You felt strange being there. You’d trekked for so long and that was the only sanctuary you’d found. The rain was feral outside. You had no choice but to venture deeper and hope for the best. Firelight from the wall torches flickered across the stone, casting shifting shadows until two huge figures lurked in the dark.

You backed up a step, breath caught in your throat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, little mate?” one of them drawled.

And then you saw them. They resembled nothing human. Tall and big. Walking slowly and predatorily.

“Wh— who are you?”

The other figure chuckled. “The correct question is ‘what are we?’. I’m Raikhar.”

You gulped as he left the shadows and appeared. He was tall, broad, his stripes deep and jagged. Eyes like twin amber suns stared at you. He stood on two legs like a human, but you knew he was anything but.He was lethal. Tiger. A weretiger. His fur was thick, rougher around the neck like a mane, claws extending from his paws.

Then the other form approached, and you gasped.

“I am Vael, little one,” he said, his voice throaty as he revealed himself. He was just as big, all sinewy muscle wrapped in black-and-orange fur and those emerald green eyes? They spoke of want and hunger. His tail flicked menacingly, pearly fangs protruding from his mouth.

The two of them closed in on you, but you had nowhere to go. No place to escape. But your heart wasn’t afraid. Then Raikhar was there, erasing your thoughts. He crouched low, golden eyes fixed on you while Vael circled behind, their bodies of muscle and heat surrounding you.

A shiver ran through you when Vael purred over your ear, and damn, his breath was hot and smelled like spice and smoke, making your nether regions quiver. His claws trailed lightly along your sides, thankfully not enough to cut your clothes or harm you.

“You came here for a reason. You were fated to find us. And you are already aroused.”

You shook your head strongly. “No. I’m not—”

Words failed you when Raikhar curled in, his chest to your chest, his massive paw cupping your jaw, tender and careful despite the claws. “Don’t fear. Don’t run. You were made for us.”

“We can’t fit,” you mumbled, even if your whole body was electrified by them. What was this insane attraction? You wanted them but it was not possible. You and them. Preposterous. Mad. Impossible. Right?

“Yes, we can. And we will prove it.”

And then they were on you.

Raikhar’s tongue slipped out, parting your half-οpen lips and claiming your mouth. You gasped. It was wet, hοt, commanding and claiming. Vael pressed in from behind, his chest to your back, his teeth grazing your neck. Their bodies caged you in, heat and fur, raw male power overwhelming until your knees buckled.

Paws—god, their rough paws gripped under your knees, lifting you like you weighed nothing and settling you between them. Suspended in the air, with only their bodies keeping you steady. Somehow, you felt no fear… just security and yearning.

Your attention shifted when Raikhar’s claws tοre your shirt and bra, slicing them open, his wet tοngue licking one pert nipple. You whimpered when his huge hands cupped your tits, feeling them up as his tοngue tasted your other nipple. He gave bοth mοunds his full attention, lubricating them with his saliva. It looked so hοt.

Vael was busy too. He slipped dοwn your pants and thοng in one move, οpening your legs wide and pοsitioning you to sit wide open for them. His fingers dipped between your fοlds, and with a surprised whine you noticed that he had retracted his claws and was playing with your pυssy. Blunt paws that were calloused but tender, flicking with no shame. Rubbing your fοlds and toying with your clit, wet squelches echoing in your ears.

“Feel her, Raikhar,” Vael grunted. “Our mate is so soft and wet for us.”

Your head fell back on Vael’s shoulder as his hand palmed your breast, rough and firm, while the other spread your fοlds wider for Raikhar.

“So fucking wet for your mates already,” Raikhar growled, his clawless fingers working your cυnt, slick dripping down your thighs as your hips jerked in their grip. “You feel that, little one? That needy little pυssy is begging to be lοved. Played with. Suckled and kissed.”

Vael purred his agreement. “Feels good, hm? Being worshiped by your mates? But that’s just the beginning. Do you want more, mate?”

You licked your lips, your pυssy on fire. “Feels so damn good. Hmm… more. Yes. Please.”

You cried out when Raikhar slipped a thick finger inside, stretching your walls and curling it just right, his hairy paw grinding against your clit. The friction was perfect and so damn loud. Squelch, squelch, it echoed, your legs trembling as he forced you to feel everything. Your walls clenched, fluttering wildly, and your breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving.

“You feel that, little one?” Vael snarled from behind, grinding what you guessed was a very hot and huge shaft against your butt crack. “Your body knows. Your cunt knows.”

They kept your legs curled and open, stars dancing behind your eyes when Vael added his finger inside you, both monster digits driving inside you, faster, harder, wet sounds and growls driving you over the edge. You came hard and sobbed when they pushed you on your stomach on the stone floor, taking turns licking up your juices. They held your asscheeks οpen, all of you expοsed as their tοngues dipped down, lapping up your arοusal like it was nectar they’d been starved for.

You screamed. Pushed. Tried to get away.

But they kept you there. Head down, ass up as they devοured you, slurping messily, panting hotly against your fοlds. You writhed, trapped, helpless, every nerve begging and aching. You οrgasmed two more times while they whispered filth into the air, praising and feasting on you.

Screams of bliss echοed through the cave as pleasure surged thrοugh you like a gοddamn tidal wave, pυssy clenching around nothing, belly quivering, body boneless and yet, they didn’t fυcking stop. Vael licked you through your climax, savοring your taste with deep, wet slurps, while Raikhar kissed the slick trickling down your thighs.

“Please…” you panted, tears of ecstasy brimming in your eyes.

“Again,” Vael whispered against your pussy lips.

“We’re not done, little mate,” Railhar assured you. “We’re just beginning.”

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[aniisol]

these tags that someone left on my nether post. these tags.

Who are we, the player, to say that the nether is unfit for life? Who are we to look into the roiling fire and infinite redness, to name it hell? Who do we think we are? It wasn't meant for us. We got here by passage of magic, to a world we weren't built to live in, weren't created to survive.

We look upon the creatures we see and call them vile. We gaze across the land and call it dangerous. Everything, everywhere, can hurt us, so by nature, the nether must be evil... right?

Before you came, the striders carry their children on their backs. The wither skeleton stand guard of their own fortresses. The ghast waft about their own sky. But they know you are different. They know you are Wrong, and your Wrongness leads you to tear what they know apart, and when they fight it's only fit that you see them as evil.

The nether is hell. But it is only hell for us.

[You may not sleep now, there are monsters nearby.]

[dumplingsfordays]

the phone call

pairing - Megumi x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - you call Megumi one night in hopes of changing your relationship from being best friends to lovers and it ends very unexpectedly.

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), mutual masturbation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), bffs to lovers, reader has female genitalia, swearing, timeskip to all characters 18+, one (1) mention of voyeurism + hair pulling + tummy bulge

note - back (sorta?) from my hiatus but I won't post content as frequently. sorry to all you beautiful people who submitted asks 😭😭 I'll make sure to do those fics asap b/c y'all are honestly lovely and overall really respectful and I appreciate it! thank you sm for being patient w/ little old me <33

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and as always, thank you for reading :))

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Quiet sighs escaped Megumi's lips in tandem with the soft breeze outside, whistling against the glass windowpanes. Moonlight drifted across his fair cheek like a silvery veil, making his pale skin glow slightly, and his long eyelashes, a trait that wasn't his favorite but one that almost every girl constantly pointed out with jealousy, fluttered when they met the edge of the light. And then, in the peaceful summer night-

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The raven-haired man sat up in his bed with sudden urgency, hand moving quickly to his phone on the nightstand and picking up.

"Hey, 'Mimi," your sleepy, half-awake voice came from the speaker. "Sorry to bother you but it's kinda important."

Upon hearing your voice, he relaxes - he lays back down and stares at the blank, white ceiling. "Yeah?"

"Uhm, I just wanted to talk to you about something..."

God, your sleep-laced voice was so gentle, sweet, alluring, even. He couldn't help but sneak a hand towards his abdomen to lay it on his stomach.

"Hey, 'Mimi, you there?" You ask all of a sudden.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm listening, don't worry."

You must be at your desk working, then, he thought, since you're up this late. Wait, no -- he heard the shuffling of bedsheets or something similar a moment ago. That was you, right? Were you also in bed? Did you also have the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips? Was your hand also laid down on your abdomen? Was it slowly creeping further and further down, until-

He shakes his head, rousing himself from his thoughts.

God, Megumi, what the hell are you thinking? They're your best friend, nobody thinks about their best friend getting off!

...Well, something about that scene was... arousing, almost, to him. The mere thought of you, laying on silk bedsheets and rubbing your clit to his voice, sent a shiver up his spine and he snaked his hand under his boxers. Well, guess he was doing this.

"So, um..." you continued, sighing, "I was thinking. I know that it's probably too late into the night to even be discussing this, but..."

"Yeah?"

He lets out a small grunt afterwards as his fingers come into contact with the sensitive skin of the tip of his semi-erect length.

"...are you okay, 'Mimi? Are you working out or something?"

"Ah, no, I'm just..."

Just, you know, casually touching myself to the sound of your voice. Nothing wrong with that at all. There's definitely nothing wrong with jacking off to your best friend's voice.

"Just, um. Moving my, uh..." His eyes glance around the room and lock onto the bedside table. "My table."

There's a small lilt to your voice as you laugh softly and clear your throat before speaking, and Megumi swears that he just got lightheaded from the rush of blood to his nether region.

"Okay... I was just thinking about, well... this. Our friendship."

He tries not to sound too strained and breathy when he replies, starting to slowly move his fist up and down his leaking cock. "What about it?"

"Well, I think that, um.. you're a really nice person. And I really like you. And recently, I was thinking about what it would be like if we, um..."

You pause, biting your lip. Should you really finish your sentence? What if he takes it the wrong way?

"You can say it. I won't judge, y/n."

"Thank you..." you laugh briefly and breathlessly, fidgeting with the skin on your torso. His words were innocent, but it was the tone in which he was speaking that made your thighs twitch slightly and your mouth dry up. Christ, Megumi always made you feel things that you knew you shouldn't be feeling towards a friend who probably only liked you as one. "I, well... I was thinking that it would be nice if we hung out at some point. Maybe, like... go out on a date, or something... I understand if you don't like me in that way, or if you're too sleepy to decide yet, but I just wanted to put that out there..."

His eyes widen a bit as he hears the word "date", and he subconsciously tightens his grip around himself, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. So you were interested in him, too.

"I'd... I'd love to."

He forces down a quiet groan as he hears the pitch of your voice rise slightly in excitement. Unbeknownst to him, your hand slides down your lower abdomen, gliding across your upper thigh.

"R-really? You're not kidding or anything, right? I mean, like... please don't worry about making me feel good about myself or anything, just..."

You hear him laugh softly on the other end, which makes that spot between your legs throb even more intensely.

"Of course," Megumi replies, trying to sound as put-together as he can. "I won't lie to you about stuff like that."

Smiling, you sigh in relief and your hand comes into contact with your inner thigh. After a brief pause, he speaks up again, his voice a little deeper.

"So.. anything fun happen recently in your life? Any new books you've read, or interesting gossip you've heard?"

Your head tilts to the side as a scenario pops into your head at his words. Him, laying next to you, whispering into your ear as his fingers caress your--

"Nope..." you laugh, a little shakily due to the intrusive thought. "But there was this one thi--"

He makes a quiet noise of pleasure and you choke, your fingers finally touching your slick cunny and rubbing it gently.

"...M-Mimi, did you... are you...?"

"Christ, I'm sorry, I-- fuck. I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't-- God, I..." he sighs, regret clear in his tone as he apologizes. "You probably think I'm some creep or something now. Feel free to cancel the date, I don't deserve it anyway after all this."

You swallow and you feel your face redden in embarrassment before answering, whispering.

"Actually, I... I, um, I'm not mad. I-I'm doing the same."

"What?"

His reply is instantaneous, his voice a mix of nervousness, shock, surprise, with the undeniable tinge of arousal. You were going to be the death of him someday.

"I-I'm doing the same. I know it's weird, I..." you trail off, sighing. "I'm sorry too."

"Can we..."

Megumi's trembling all over now, his cock unfathomably hard and standing up at attention in his fist, which begins to pump up and down a little more rapidly. You can hear it very faintly from your phone and you practically gush at the sound.

"...can we, um... keep doing this? And talking? I just... I think that since you're interested in me and I in you, we can satisfy our urges, I guess..."

"Please," you shiver, voice getting softer and more desperate as he talks.

"Fu-uck..." he groans out, biting his lip and looking down at himself. He decides to finally remove his boxers and strokes himself under the blanket, leaning into his phone's microphone as he pants softly.

You, in your own bed, whimper at the expletive -- you knew his voice was attractive, but this? Him swearing, and in that rough yet pleading tone, too, made you unimaginably wet.

"Can you... can you describe it? Please?" you choke out, toes curling as your fingers press against your clit slightly.

You hear him groan at your words again before he replies.

"I-It's standing up real tall 'n warm, sweetheart... it's fucking throbbing, all for you... God, I just wanna bend you over and... shit... just shove my cock into your tight pussy..."

You moan quietly as you imagine the absolute filth of the scenario, how deep his thick cock'll reach inside you... he'll probably be thrusting into you so hard that people on the street will hear the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin from the window of your bedroom all the way up on the fifth floor. And, oh, God, what if he grabs your hair and pulls on it, twisting your back and pulling his face closer to yours to meet you in an intense kiss, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in this passionate dance for control?

"You're gonna feel so good around me, baby... maybe clench as I play with your clit and press my hand to your stomach to feel that little dent of my cock... you're gonna feel so fucking warm and wet around me..." Megumi groans loudly as his hand does a particularly satisfying stroke around his length, smearing slightly sticky precum in his fist. "Christ, I can already imagine it... I'm so fucking close..."

"Me too," you cry out, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive skin and thighs quivering from the electrifying pleasure. "I'll feel so good, 'Mimi, so full..."

His fist travels up to his tip, continuing the up-and-down motion as he moans shakily. "y/n-- I-I'm gonna-- fuck, think I'm gonna come--"

You whimper in reply, toes curling and forearm flexing. At long last, that wave of heat crashes down on you both, him groaning shamelessly as thick cum spurts from the red tip and onto his fist, and you gasping for air, moaning as you reach your respective peaks. Your body trembles as you're thrown around mercilessly by your orgasm and he can tell very clearly by your voice -- it's high-pitched, desperate, and borderline wanton.

As you both calm down from your highs, the movements of your hands and arms gradually slowing down, you giggle breathlessly.

"This was... ah, certainly something..."

You hear his voice, deep and comforting as he chuckles, through your phone speaker.

"Indeed it was."

"...But we're still going on that date, right?"

Megumi laughs. "Obviously."

[venice-1987]

The Ghast Hunter

I met the Ghast hunter beside a village that had been built in the tundra. A tall mountain cut through the horizon, forcing the eye upwards and into the clouds, and at its base was his humble hut, and ancient ruined portal -now repaired- located a stone’s throw away. He invited me inside for a drink, and I got a glimpse of his home. A loft bed, and the necessities, and an open chest filled to the brim with Ghast tears, displayed like a trophy right as you entered the front door. 

“I need an escort through the Nether,” I said. At the time, I had big dreams about reaching the End, but enough good sense to ask for help getting there. At the time, I would have called it cowardice, if I had the stones to confront the strange feeling in my chest. He agreed, as long as he got a share of the spoils if we came across any treasure. 

“I don’t need much. Just enough to trade with the locals for food,” he said. “And every ghast tear is mine. That is non-negotiable”

I thought it strange, but chaulked it more up to egotistical possessiveness. He needed to grow his trophy chest int he center of his home, wanted credit for each ghast killed. 

It was no trouble to me. There was more glory in killing the other beasts in the Nether, and more treasure would go into my pockets. I agreed, and he got up from his chair. I startled at the idea of leaving right at that moment, but in my over-eager youth, I followed.

We did not manage to find a fortress in the remainder of the day. Although time seems to work differently in the hell dimension, our fatigue did not and our weariness told us when it was wise to return to the overworld. But the Ghast hunter lived up to his name, slaughtering the tearful ghost-like creatures with ease and without discrimination. 

“I feel sorry for them,” I mentioned on our journey back. We were on an ashy cliffside, bones scattered in the nooks of the cavern. “They look so sad.” I had never seen a ghast at that point, only read about them. Their shrieks pierced my eardrums, and their wailing cut deep into my own heart. 

“There is not much left to feel sorry for. They’re creatures twisted by this hell,” the hunter said. “They know nothing but anger. There is no other way to save them than by putting them out of their misery.” 

He said so bitterly, and I took his disgust to be directed at the creatures themselves. It would make sense. These creatures attacked without provocation, defending only fire and the sulfurous fumes burned out from the lava below. What else could they be, save for beings of evil. 

But the hunter stopped by a pile of bones I had thought to be unspectacular, only useful as a landmark to find our way back. But the hunter knelt down by one rib, and chiseled away a rock at its base, and resumed towards our portal without any explanation. Perhaps he thought it another bit of treasure to plunder. 

It wasn’t until we were safe in the overworld, the moon peaking out from behind the mountainside, that I saw the stone had a face. Perhaps I had a visible horror in my expression, or confusion, because the hunter pressed his lips into a thin line, and told me to follow him. Along the way, he cradled the stone as if it were an infant. 

He led me to the base of the mountain, where a tunnel had been carved through the rocks. I had not noticed it before, as it laid directly behind the hunter’s home. We travelled through, and despite my own adventures at that point, the darkness still frightened me. No monsters accosted us, and we finally reached the other side, where a small, brightly lit room welcomed us. To either side, a fountain with more of those strange stones perched underneath the water on pedestals. The hunter placed the one in his hands on an empty space, unbothered by how his now wet hands would chill easier in the cold. 

“This one’s about ready,” he said, pointing towards the stone to the right of the one he had just placed. Somehow, it looked softer, larger, like a sponge that had soaked in some water. More questions filled my mind. I had thought these things to be perhaps ritual statues, collected and placed under water as a strange form of worship. I had read about more unusual things in this world. 

But the stone started to wiggle forward, as if being pushed by the water. The stream parted as it emerged, its face in a wide, content smile. And I realized, it was a ghast!

“I thought you hunted these. You said that they’re not worth saving,” I exclaimed. 

“I didn’t say they weren’t worth saving. I said they could not be saved. And I wasn’t lying to you. The ones we fight in there, the ones whose anger is all they’ve known, they cannot be saved. But they deserve to be saved, in the only way they can be. In rest, they can find peace,” the hunter explained. The little ghast chirped, finding its way into the hunter’s outstretched arms. He smiled gently, the edges of his eyes crinkling with crow’s feet. “But these guys are new enough that they are still learning. If you catch them in the middle of their lesson in suffering, you could teach them comfort and love instead. Before its too late.” He spoke then to the ghast. “Lets get you to the others” 

He stepped through the doors opposite where we entered, leading to the valley on the other side of the mountain. I stepped through as well, gasping at the view. A forest of cherry blossoms littered the lowest points of the Earth, and wildflowers grew between the trunks and pathways. A few bees bumbled between them, drunk on pollen and tired in the late night. And high up, near the peaks and clouds, were dozens of ghasts, all smiling, floating lazily amongst each other. Like the tiny ghast, they looked content and peaceful. 

“Perhaps ghast hunter is a bit of a misnomer,” the hunter laughed. “I do hunt ghasts, but I provide them sanctuary too.” 

“But, what about the tears?” I asked. “Don’t you collect them as trophies.” 

“Oh, no. The ghastlings can be born from the tears,” the hunter said. “I also like to pay respects, for the ghasts that suffered, and are still suffering. They might not know that they were ever loved in life, but they are now.”

The hunter took a long breath, and continued. “I hope to reintroduce the ghast to their natural environment over time,” he said. “Dwindle the population in the Nether. Return everything to how it should be.”

“Its a noble goal,” I finally said. I understood, now. 

“And near impossible,” he said. “But I need to try.” 

[phoenix--quill]

Prompt 17: Cock warming

Pairing: Raymond Reddington/female reader

Rating: E (minors DNI)

Warnings: cockwarming

Length: ~650 words

Summery: a tired Raymond wakes you up in middle of the night

Notes: I know this is short and really late but in my defence I’ve had a fever for the past two days and is currently blowing my nose every 5mins so honestly I think we should all be grateful that anything even remotely coherent made it to paper.

AO3

It was still dark when you woke up – you weren’t sure if it was early morning or late at night. You rolled over, about to go back to sleep when you heard a noise from somewhere in the apartment. You almost reached for the gun hidden below the night stand but then you recognized the footsteps. They sounded heavy, tired, but you would recognize him everywhere. You smiled and snuggled back under the covers, he would join you soon enough.

Sure enough, you heard the bedroom door open and Raymond’s soft steps as he entered the room. You heard the soft swish as he took off his jacket, the soft click of his shoulder holster as he placed it on the dresser – layers after layers you heard him take off, carefully fold and place on the bench at the foot of your bed. You felt the mattress dip as he slid in behind you and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

“Raymond,” you whispered as he ran his nose across your shoulder blades.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” his voice was barely more than rumble against your skin.

“Is everybody okay?” you asked that every time he had been away without you and his answer was usually somewhere along the same lines.

You felt him nod behind you, “everybody is home and safe.” He kept his voice low and ran his soft lips across your shoulders. You could practically feel the exhaustion roll off of him and yet he didn’t seem to be able to stop kissing your sleep-warmed skin.

He ran his nose up your neck, planting a soft kiss to your hairline before burying his face in your hair and you could feel him take a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

He groaned softly and moved even closer, your bodies now completely flush under the covers, and placed a warm hand on your hip. “Can I...?”

“Always,” you breathed with a smile and moved your leg up and back to lie on top of his. It was another one of your little rituals, especially when he came home like this: too exhausted but unwilling to be apart from you.

His hand on your hip moved up under your long night shirt – technically one of his that you had borrowed – and found the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down your legs. He grabbed your leg, hiking it further up his and opened you up to give him better access to your leaking core – making both of you groan as his fingertips brushed against you.

You felt him reach behind you and then the blunt head of his already half-hard member as he ran it through your nether lips, catching the liquid that had already gathered there. He then sank into you, slowly, both of you savouring the feeling of simply being connected in such an intimate way.

His nose returned to the shell of your ear and you heard him give a sigh as he finally bottomed out and came to a stop, his fat cock nestled deep within you.

Your own body felt heavy, both with the exquisite, pleasurable stretch of having him inside you and the simple fatigue after having been woken up in the middle of the night.

“Go back to sleep,” he repeated in your ear as he placed your leg back down against the mattress and made sure you were both covered by the duvet.

“You too,” you whispered into the darkness.

You knew you would feel it in the morning, you always did when you had spend a night with him buried inside of you, but you knew it was worth it when you heard his breathing even out before going heavy as he drifted off to sleep; both of you feeling happy and safe, tangled up in one another.

[citrous241]

In my head-canon for Minecraft's "history", these two are (technically) the same species.

It all stems from my perception of the Ancient Builders. Its mostly inspired by the comics of the amazing DongLie (check them out their work is amazing), with some changes to fit with how I see the elements the game lays out.

For one, I believe the Ancient Builders' ultimate goal was eternal life. Their hubris is why they're "extinct". And two, there were 4 Mistakes that lead to their downfall.

I'm gonna go over these 4 Mistakes some day, but the second and fourth one is what I'm going to go into in some detail.

So what does any of this have to do with the Wither Skeletons and Endermen?

Well, first I must describe the second mistake. And to rationalise why it happened, I must also touch on the first mistake; the creation of Creepers. I believe the Ancient Builders created Creepers in their desert temples as their first foray into eternal life. This attempt fundamentaly changed the Overworld, cursing it to produce these creatures every night. I believe Zombies, Skeletons and Spiders have always existed in the Overworld, and the Ancient Builders had adapted to them the same way we have. But the Creepers rocked their society. Some of them went deep underground (leading to the third Mistake), and some of them went "deep" I.e: to the Nether.

This is where the second mistake occurs. They found the Piglins, whose corpses became reanimated upon their death. Not anything crazy, the same thing happens to Ancient Builders in the Overworld, if not for the fact that Zombified Piglins have actual awareness. Immortality through zombification became an option and the Builders deduced it was true to the Nethers sand trapping souls from across dimensions.

So they buried their dead in the large valleys of this sand, and they became reanimated. It was exactly what they wanted, they were aware and immortal.

Unfortunately a complication ensued; Piglins had adapted to soul sand, but the Builders hadn't. Those who had been buried rapidly found their flesh withering away, and their actions becoming more and more aggressive. These withered skeletons became the guards of the Fortresses the Builders constructed to protect themselves from the Nether's dangers. They became nothing more than thugs.

So the Builders continued their work. They theorised that the combined biomass of multiple corpses could overcome the withering problem.

They were right. And they were so, so wrong.

They had awakened one of the primordial forces of the universe, the force of chaos and destructions. The trapped souls had been screaming out to them all along. The withered skeletons were a warning that was impossible to ignore, yet they did.

The Wither had descended upon the Ancient Builders, wanting nothing more then to spread its infection.

The Builders tried to escape, abandoning their portals into the Nether. But they were too slow, the Wither had followed them to the Overworld.

This lead to the third mistake, but I'm not going to talk about that now.

The fourth and final mistake came after the Overworld was no longer safe for the Builders. The Wither was gone, destroyed in the third mistake, but it's rot still corrupted the land. To go to the surface was suicide, to go deep underground was suicide. So the Builders clung to just below the surface. They used their magic to invert stone and tore out their eyes to construct a portal to somewhere out of the Overworld.

They took a leap of faith, and it didn't pay off. They had found a dimension in the Void between dimensions, the End of all reality. Nothing but blank islands for all eternity. But there was something... else.

Another primordial force that threatened everything. Native to this place or trapped their, they did not know. But they had opened the door out and had to close it. So they purposefully disabled the way out, created a dragon to guard it should anyone try to leave. Every island for miles around the exit point was annihilated, as to separate it.

It was the ultimate sacrifice and the final mistake; sealing themselves into the End.

Over time they evolved; their skin became darker, blending into the eternal night; their eyes became larger to see in the darkness; they became taller, their limbs becoming longer to pluck the high snaking chorus fruits - the only food in this place. We've all eaten chorus, we all know how it teleports anything that consumes it. Eating just that fruit caused them to eventually teleport regardless.

And finally, these End-men had become immortal. But there was no victory, their minds had long been lost. Even when they eventually gained the ability to teleport across dimensions they held no memories of these places. They can only grab blocks to move as they did long ago, but none of them know why.

When they see us they feel pain, they look us in the eyes and remember humanity. This makes them sad, which makes them angry. They cannot understand their unexplained grief so they act only in fear and self-preservation.

These 2 creatures, the Wither's skeletons and the men of the End are brothers. Yet they do not know it. For both have long since lost their mind and history; one in pure aggression and obsession, and the other in hubris and insanity.

Credit to DongLie for most of images used here.

[digitaljennifer]

your wife | yoonseok + you

summary: your husband want to try something new and yoongi didn't mind to help.

pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jung hoseok

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, threesome, (m) masterbating, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.

author note: it's not proof read and the grammar is not great nether ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ i wrote it when I was simping over sope and thought i should publish it . Btw we have a little bit of sub yoongi here.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful - if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.

he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.

the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.

he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.

when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt. 

he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. 

he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.

it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction.

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.

he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok.

you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.

you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.

you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.

you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.

you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. 

“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place. 

“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.

at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate. 

“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.

your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 

“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him. 

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.

his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 

hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.

“she is...” 

his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.

“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips.

“now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”

fuck this is gonna be intense. 

[redheadspark]

Can I have Eddie Munson with #12 for the April prompt session? Please? 👉🏼👈🏼

A/N - This is great! Thanks for the request, anon!

Deserve

Summary - Eddie never thought he deserved you, even after escaping death

Warnings - Angst and fluff mixed in!

“Munson we need to talk about it,”

“Talk about what?”

“The fact that you’re pushing me away when you’re trying to heal and get back on your feet!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!  You’re not as dumb as the rest of Hawkins High thinks you are!”

Eddie looked at you dumbfounded as you were glaring at him. He was still in his hospital bed, the wounds that the got from the Upside Down were now changing into lines and scars along his body and skin, and yet he looked haunted himself. Something changed within him from the moment he woke up in the same bed a few days ago, the glimmer in his eyes that he used to have.  It was no longer there, almost like a switch that turned off so abruptly that it frightened you.  

You all went through hell and back in the Upside Down, but you made it out alive.  Although you were scrapped up yourself with a bad case of whiplash and a nasty wound on your leg, it was nothing to what Eddie went through himself with those demonic bats as he was defending them from you.  He nearly lost his life in that hell hole of a place, just to save you.

Yet now he was so withdrawn, so misplaced within himself.  

“You are not acting like yourself,” You stated, Eddie giving you a look as if you slapped him across the face.  He shuffled a bit in his bed, uncomfortably so since he was getting all the of the undivided attention from you.  

“Maybe it’s the fact that we almost got killed by those weird demonic bat things back there,” Eddie grumbled as he was picking at his fingernails, now avoiding your gaze since you were drilling your own eyes at him.  He hated conflict, he always had, but something like this was off as well.  When you two fought, he would stand toe to toe with you and not be afraid to voice his opinion.  But those fights were minimal and meaningless so to speak, maybe over where he was taking you to dinner of a date or how you would stand toe to toe with Jason when he would pick on Eddie.  

You two have been together for several months, staring his Senior year and your Junior year.  He loved your quirkiness and stubbornness, as well as you not caring he was a metal head and into Dungeons and Dragons.  You never saw him as a “Freak”, and he never saw you are “Weird”. You both saw each other as loved and in need of love.

Nether one of you said “I love you” to the other, there was no need to.  You both cared for one another and considered your relationship rather serious and deep.  But to say those three words, you wanted to save it for the right moment.  The right time, and things were good for the pair of you.  Eddie already thought about getting a job after high school to get an apartment, wanting you to move in with him after you graduated and went off to college.  You saw a future together, outside of Hawkins, outside of Indiana even, but that came to a Halt when you had to save the town and even the world.  

“You still not you,” you explained again, Eddie’s eyes were still in his lap and within his hands, “I know you better than anyone.  We’ve been together for far too long for me not to notice this new you. I don’t like this, Eddie.  I want my old Eddie back, the one who would talk to me for hours and make me feel so happy,”

He clenched his fists in his hands as you took another step over to him and his bed, “What did I do to you?” You asked in a whisper.  You saw his head snap up at you so fast his hair floated in the air for a split second.  His eyes were on you and big, like you were breaking his head in front of him.  You’ve sent hat look a few times since you two were together, you hated that look.  But you had to ask since it felt like there was some thick wall that was keeping you two from one another.  

“W-what?” He asked, his voice sounded raw and almost defeated as you kept your stance.  You had to know what you did that was having him keep a distance from you.  Ever since you made it to the hospital, the way you helped Eddie through your doors when he was battered and covered in blood and bites, you were only thinking that Eddie needed to live.  But he avoided his glance at you, his barely held your hand, even the way he spoke to you was not like himself.  

“What did I do?” You asked again, needing to the know the answer as to what was going on in his head.  Eddie too was a stubborn person, not wanting to wear his own heart on his sleeve to most people.  He would with you since he considered you a safe person for him, a peaceful person who would be the calm to his storm or the anchor to his waves.

Eddie took in a short breath, almost like he was frustrated with himself as he then averted his eyes away from you. You scoffed, “Oh no, don’t you dare, Eddie.  Answer the question, please,” 

“You didn’t do anything,” he replied, your watching in confusion as you threw up your hands.

“Not the way you’re acting with me,” You countered, not wishing to show any tears that were threatening to come out from the corners of your eyes.  But you had to know, and seeing that he was still avoiding your eyes.  

“You did nothing wrong,” He replied calmly, “I just….I woke up and I felt like I wanted to tell you something, but I couldn’t,”

You paused, raising a brow at him,”What is that?”

All you could think about what how he was making sure you stayed in the mobile home when the bats came to attack the group.  You were thinking about how you were banging on the windows as the bats were tearing at his clothes and flesh.  Lastly, you were thinking about how he was looking at you as he was on the ground, tears in his eyes and screaming in pain as blood was spilling to the ground.  

You were thinking that he was trying to save you, to keep you alive.  

“I love you!  Is that what you wanted to hear?  Are you happy now?” He asked abruptly with a loud voice and a shake of his hands. You slamming your mouth shut and your eyes going wide, not expecting to hear that from him as he rubbed his eyes in frustration.  You could see he was still shaken from what happened, it made you walk over to him carefully and place a hand on his leg carefully as he took out a long breath.

“I love you, so damn much,” he sighed, his voice softer now and on the brink of tears as he sniffled and looked at you.  You could see how he was both broken and relived in saying those words to you as his fingers were fidgeting in his lap, “All I was thinking about was how much I love you, and you don’t deserve someone like me,”

That nearly broke your heart when he said that, making you reach over to lace your fingers together on his lap.  He held you instantly, not being hesitant anymore as you kept your gaze at him calmly. He spoke a few times with you in the past at how you were too good for him, too pure for him.   You would always shoot down your negative thoughts about him, whether it would be with a kiss or a hug, or simply a smile and a shake of your head. You thought of him are more than perfection your eyes: kindness in his heart, a great sense of humor, he took good care of you when you were down and having rough moments.  Eddie was amazing to you, more than, and now to hear he thought he didn’t deserve you.

“I know we almost died back there, but I didn’t want you there with us in the first place,” He kept going as he was now stammering and keeping his stare at you, “I told you to come help us when I shouldn’t, and I d-d-didn’t want you down t-there—“

You engulfed him in a hug as he was clinging onto you so tightly.  You could feel the stains of his tears on your shirt as you held him close.  Hugging Eddie was almost therapeutic for you, from the first time you hugged as he heard the news of your step father was arrested for hitting your mom.  When he hugged you after you got accepted onto the soccer team after training for hours on end, even the way he hugged you after your first date when he took you to a local diner.  That hug turned into a sweet kiss that you would never forget.  

When Christy was murdered and Eddie was blamed for it, you knew he wouldn’t have done it.  There was no real and bone in his body and you were willing to help clear his name.  That choice led you down. Rabbit hole of supernatural beings, unsolved mysteries, and the stuff of nightmares you could never imagine going through ever in your life. 

But you did it, all because you knew Eddie so well and you loved him dearly.  

“I would came if you pushed me away,” You mumbled against his head as he clung onto you tightly.  You saw the scars on his arms as they were around your waist, you felt the coolness of his skin against your skin, you heard the sniffling of his tears while you spoke again, “Because I love you too,”

Eddie’s head perked up and watched you, his bloodshot eyes were drilling your yours as your hummed and pushed his hair out of his eyes, “Y-you do?”

You grinned for the first time you came into the room that day, “I think I have for awhile.”

He smiled, finally smile, and you could have sworn there was a small amount of color on his face again.  

“And for the record, I go where you go.  I don’t give up on us easily, especially not now, okay?” You asked, seeing him nod his head as you hugged him again.  You could understand that he never wanted you in danger since he wanted to help his friends, but you also understood that you couldn’t stand to the side and watch him be in danger himself.  You both watched out for one another and took care of each other, mostly because you had to when others walked out on your lives.  

“I love you,” He mumbled against your shirt, you kissing the top of his head.

“I love you too, and you don’t scare me like that again,” you warned him lightly, hearing him chuckle as he snuck a kiss on you neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.

The End

April Prompt Session

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Daddy-Dom bf!Pedri | Tall brat gf!You. 

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, power imbalance, manhandling, stern Pedri, Daddy kink, spanking, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, nipple play, ddlg. Please do not read if this isn't your cup of tea. Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact.  

-> Part I Here <- This continuation probably only exists because of @percysley

You are too greedy for your own good.

And though you will probably never admit it to your Daddy who always says that, when his hand comes down on your very naked poor little sorry butt again, you jump before letting out a whine. 

Your long legs dangle from where you're sprawled across Pedri's lap and curl against the ground. "Mmmmh!" You can't help but groan when he grips one of your arms and cups the curve of your nether regions to push your body up and adjust its position to expose it better to his wrath. "Daddy, please!" Your arms that he has folded and locked under the hand that's not busy bruising your ass struggle in their bind. 

You had chosen ice cream. 

But as the flavor of one of your favorite treats continued to fade on your tongue, you weren't sure if whining until he gave you the choice between a hefty cupful of yummy butterscotch ice cream or a spanking only for you to choose the former had been the right decision. 

Your Daddy had a rather deceiving physique.

Because while he did not look like the strongest guy ever, the guy could pull and land some weight pretty effortlessly. 

Pedri being the stern brat tamer that he was had turned a deaf ear to your begs and pleads -unless you were to use your safeword- as he continued to heat up your ass. 

"Daddy! I am sorryugh!" You almost snapped this time around, wincing as you tried to dodge his hits but all in vain. 

"Yeah?" You groaned when he squeezed one of your aching cheeks and pulled at it.

"Ugh, yes!" 

Your Daddy clicked his tongue. "I don't know, little one" as your cheek was allowed to move back into its place, his fingers dragged across your hot skin, tracing the linear dent between your buttcheeks. "Doesn't sound like it" your legs kicked when he suddenly pulled his palm back only to bring it colliding against your pitiable ass again. 

"Owie, Daddyyyy!" You bounced in all directions in a comical way. "I am! I do mean it- owwwwie fuuuu-"

"What was that?" Your eyes widened when you were pulled backwards and closer to him by your arms. 

Oh no! 

You nearly said a naughty word!

"Nothing, Daddy! OmaiGawd, nothing nothing!" You sputtered in an alarming way, hoping and praying that he didn't hear.

Pedri clicked his tongue in disapproval and you could just visualize him shaking his head. "What a shameful little thing this is" your thighs that you had brought together were smacked apart, the sound of skin colliding with skin nearly echoing off the walls. "Causing a scene in the bookstore like our Daddy hasn't taught us any manners" the blow that came down this time around made your pucker sting because of the distance he had created between your knees. 

"Owieeee!" He spoke over your pitiful cries. 

"Then arguing against rules–"

"I wasn't arguing– ouuuuch!" That earned you two more spanks, one on each cheek. 

"Arguing again" the sternness of his tone made you mum and you whimpered, lowering your head. He let you dwell in the humiliating silence for a couple seconds as he caressed your throbbing ass and sit spots before continuing. "Then bargaining with Daddy" another spank, "only to pretend like we didn't remember choosing spanking for ice cream!" The spanks he landed now were short, firm and calculated. "As if all that isn't pathetic enough, saying big naughty words that are absolutely forbidden for silly little baby sluts like yourself!"

"I am sorrryyyy!" Was all you could speak through your sorry snot. 

"And then…" A gasp left you when he harshly cupped the mound between your legs and squeezed it. "Making a mess all over Daddy's pants like it's playtime" your flushed face heated up even more as your speedy pulse began to riot, your heart thumping in your chest. "Tsk" the squelching of your wetness was loud in the otherwise quiet room as Pedri gathered some on his fingers before feeling it. "Just too silly to know anything, aren't we, baby?" Your holes clenched when he spread the cool juices over your seething cheeks. 

You moaned and whined, pushing your ass up against his hand for more, the pain in your lower half giving way to something more powerful. 

Pedri snickered under his breath and then you felt his hand curl around your thigh. "Such a dirty little slut I've here" a loud squeak escaped you when he suddenly flipped you over so now you were laying down on your back. "Her little mind is too small to know the difference between punishment and playtime, huh?" One of his hands pushed your shirt up to reveal the chest that he loved to play with, and the other one pushed your legs apart. "So whenever Daddy so much as even touches her, she's ready to go" his vile words were pricking at your face but you were too far gone to protest, whining and biting your lips in anticipation as his fingers twirled one of your nipples between them.

"Mmm~" your hands hung above your head. 

Pedri's eyes were dark as he shook his head at the way you moaned when his fingers brushed your sex. "Dirty, dirty baby" your eyes widened when his hand pulled back before landing on your pussy, causing your whole body to twist and jerk upwards. "What?" He spoke to you in a baby voice like you were nothing more. "Aw, bunny…" Your cruel Daddy clicked his tongue as he wound his hand back and brought it down on your folds again. "This isn't playtime!" A bile formed in your throat when he paused momentarily to spread your pussy lips to expose the flushed flesh underneath. "But of course, you're too much of an airhead to know that, aren't you?" The spank that thundered against your soaked pussy now was piercing in its quality. 

You had a long evening to go before you could hope for some mercy or chance at redemption. 

MASTERLIST

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Pedri makes me feral. Unedited. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

[intermet179]

Minecraft theory(?)/lore(?) post: Ender corruption in the Overworld vs. Nether - a looooooong post.

In Minecraft Dungeons' Overworld DLC levels, we see the Orb of Dominance's shards corrupt various islands' environments, creating hostile mobs out of plant life (jungle awakens and hidden depths' plant mobs)...

changing the climate (creeping winter - "A creeping winter spreads across the land, consuming everything it touches")...

empowering and/or corrupting mobs (creeping winter's Wretched Wraith, Hidden Depths' Ancient Guardian, Howling Peaks' Tempest Golem)....

These are abilities we can chalk up to End magic from the Orb.

However, in the Nether, it's completely different in both vanilla and MCD. In Warped Forests where only Endermen live, Fungi go from red to blue, inverting their colors, much like Enderlings' vision. Vines stop growing from the ceiling, and instead sprout from the floor, in the same shape as the native chorus vines of the End rather than based on the weeping vines.

Fungal root growths gain circular bulbs, which in Minecraft Dungeons glow - in fact, so much more things start glowing than in comparison to the crimson forest, reminiscent of the End's glowing plants.

And fungi that explode if pressed too hard, with poisonous properties, start growing.

And in Minecraft Legends, the warped fungi all completely glow, and there are other species of warped fungi that explode, carried by Seekers and Sporebacks!

So since we know how/why/when (when the orb shattered) for the Overworld, the questions remain for the Nether: HOW, WHEN, and WHY THE DIFFERENCE?

HOW and WHEN can be chalked up to one simple artifact, which we know has been in the Nether at some point in time.

Of course, it's the Orb of Dominance itself. In Minecraft Legends, we see it in the possession of the Seer.

So its presence in the Nether corrupted Crimson forests into Warped Forests just as it corrupted the Overworld, right?

Well, yes. But it must have happened eons ago, as Warped forests already exist, and an entire horde/tribe of Piglins already resides in one such forest, already being an entire subspecies, with boils, warts and colored patches on pale skin.

So we can assume the Orb arrived long, long ago - even longer ago than how long ago the Overworld-Piglin War takes place.

So... WHY THE DIFFERENCE between the Overworld and Nether Corruption?

Well, the Overworld's case was individual shards - fragments of this broken entity, while in the Nether's case it was the entire Orb.

Adding onto this, the shards likely only had enough power to corrupt mobs (except the Wretched Wraith's shard, which manipulated the entire climate of the island, which we can chalk up to the fact that it's a larger shard, seen on its head, versus the other shards we see.

Meanwhile, the entire orb entering the Nether meant that it could corrupt the biome down to the blocks, making them teal, changing plant structure (warped vs twisting vines and vanilla's 1-block crimson vs warped fungi), and in some depictions various fungi have glowing spots (MCD) or the shroom caps glow entirely (MCL).

An extra addition: Why are there multiple warped forests across the Nether, then?

Well, the Endermen that came along with the Orb must take their cuboid master from place to place, right?

So there's our reasoning. I hope you liked this theory - posit any questions or add anything else in reblogs or comments if you want!

Fin

[eluviannaa]

February Writing Challenge, Day 1

Hypnotic/Star

The Twisting Nether shimmered like liquid starlight, forming to Eluvianna's mind, her expectations. Traces of the ritual still crackling across her skin as pinpricks of planets waited in the distance.

She blinked. This…wasn’t Azj-Kahet.

Another blink came with disbelief, now stark, and a shake of her head. She had been in the middle of something important. This was incredibly inconvenient.

“Well, well. What an unexpected pleasure.”

The voice reached for her like tendrils, shadowed and lilting—amused. Familiar.

…No.

Eluvianna turned, weighted with the heaviness of this void. And there she was. A silhouette of angles both sharp and otherworldly. That knowing smirk beset at her lips. That damnable, insufferable, enthralling smirk.

Xal’atath.

Her form was still corporeal in presentation, though one could feel the unsettle of its truth, carefully obscured with allure. Something the mind would accept.

The Harbinger regarded her like a cat with a fresh kill, toying with its warmth before the first bite. A thing to prod, to unravel. And it was all terribly disarming, wrapped in a form so mesmerizing, so wrong. Eluvianna realized—too late—she had been staring.

She straightened. “Pardon the—” Words slipped in hesitation. What was the etiquette for stumbling into the Harbinger’s grasp? Even unintentionally, it felt…ill-mannered.

“Oh, reality flows differently here.” Xal’atath waved a lazy hand, gliding forward. “You have time to…observe.”

That last word flitted through the space between them. Her gaze dragged over the Ren’dorei, slow, knowing.

“I was merely assessing the situation.” Eluvianna squared her shoulders, ignoring the heat, rising, pricking at her face. “Professionally.”

Xal’atath laughed, chimes exploring, delicate. She tilted her head. “Your professional assessment feels rather…personal.”

“This isn’t really—”

“—Appropriate?” Xal’atath hummed, taking the word. “Oh, it definitely isn't. But who do you expect is exacting punishment…here, of all places.”

A pause, a smirk. “You know, you could call me Xally, if it would make things feel less…formal.”

Eluvianna blinked. Not at the absurdity—no, Xal’atath was absurd—but at the offer.

“If propriety concerns you,” Xal’atath continued, voice coiling around her, “I wouldn’t be opposed to letting you take the lead. A proper date, perhaps? Once you’re done saving reality—or whatever pressing little task brought you here.”

Eluvianna exhaled sharply. Of course she would make it sound ridiculous.

Still. The corner of her mouth twitched before she could stop it. It was as though the entity had plucked the breath from her lungs, stolen the very words waiting on her lips. How strange was it that Xal'atath’s strategy felt lifted straight from her own playbook?

For once, she was simply too stunned to best her. Not yet.

“Are you always this forward?”

“Only when it is worth the effort.” A wink. “For now, we should address getting you back to your ritual. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to continue your assessment a little longer…?”

Xal’atath took one final step forward, the distance between them now deliberate.

Eluvianna did not step back, smiling, slow and edged. “Well, it would be devastating if someone were to figure you out, wouldn't it.”

A pause.

Xal’atath cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? You will have to tell me more. When we next meet.”

A breath of silence stretched between them. Then—just a flick of her fingers, a careless dismissal. Darkness swallowed Eluvianna whole.

She landed—not in Azj-Kahet. Not even close.

The moment oriented itself—wherever this was. Capped stalks towering over her, feet now planted in shallow water. She groaned with annoyance, lifting the hem of her robe in a measure of futility.

And then, there. Just before her. A small box, tied with ribbon, deep void black, the cosmic sheen of the bow catching what little light there was. A folded, heart-shaped parchment nestled in the fabric.

She knew what it was before she touched it. Before she even opened it. Still, she knelt in the water, fingers slipping beneath the ribbon, tugging it loose. The lid lifted. 

And then—a flicker. A glow that wasn’t quite light at all. Something inside caught the air, refracted, shifted.

Eluvianna stared. Fingers hovering just above the edge, as if the wrong move might unravel something more. A long pause. A slow blink. Then, a flustered sigh. She snapped the box shut.

“…Unbelievable.”

@dailywritingchallenge

[sparrowsh4rk]

hey… so… I got bored and i wrote an itty bitty drabble that came to my mind..

it’s basically a fem!Sabretooth x regenerative/healing factor mutant!reader. I tried to keep it gender neutral ishhh

you have been warned!! never posting my writing and there’s cannibalism!!

“Motherfucker…” I winced weakly. When we started, my knuckles had gone white from gripping the table I was strewn across. But now, I felt too woozy to even move. My fingers had gone numb, every receptor in my body now focused on the woman tearing into my chest cavity. 

My vision was fuzzy, and to be frank, I could barely see her. She appeared to be more of a blurry shape, but the searing pain that would run through every vein kept me awake. Said white hot agony would intermingle with dull throbbing, interchanging at an unpredictable rate. I could barely make out the scene of my innards sprawled out on the surface beneath me. It had been freezing when I first laid upon it, but it easily warmed up. Or, it was still cold, and I just couldn’t feel it. My blood was warm, possibly warm enough to engulf my body in a blanket of heat. 

I could see Sabretooth’s body hunched over my own, hands and mouth beyond occupied. From what I could make out of her face, her mouth was covered in blood. My blood. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t at least a little attractive. What was possibly more attractive, was the fact that she had my stomach in her mouth, tearing into it with pearly white teeth. I could feel the initial pinpricks, then the sinking of each canine. The worst part was the tear, despite it only happening for a few seconds. I watched the movement of her throat, mesmerized by the simple motion of her swallowing. I couldn’t tell if I was even blinking, I could’ve been staring. 

“You’re like a vulture,” I managed to quip, earning a deep chuckle from her. I loved her laugh. I loved a lot of things about her. I want to say she loved me too- but I could never be sure. She never said it to me, but I could feel it. She finally met my eyes, wiping her mouth and swallowing the last chunks of meat in her mouth. 

“And you, a rotting cow carcass on the savanna.” She purred, the vibrations of her throat gently rattling my exposed bones. I could already feel my liver starting to replenish itself, much like the rest of my body. Healing never hurt, but it occasionally it could sometimes sentence me to more cannibalistic suffering. Not that I’d ever fight her off for it. Was it painful to be ripped apart, and re-ripped apart, only for my organs to be devoured by a beast? Absolutely. It never got easier. But was it even more pleasurable to watch the satisfaction in her eyes, purely from all of my bloodshed? .. Yeah. It’s good enough for me. She might as well be going down on me. Give that it’s my intestines instead of my nethers, but I’ll take what I can get. 

Besides, when I heal, I might get a reward. It’s always 50/50. But she seems to be in a good mood, so I can only cross my fingers that it won’t be another night of altruism. I could hear the clicking of my ribs snapping back into place, as my vision slowly came back into focus. I couldn’t yet sit up on my own, so she sat me up, a rough hand supporting my spine. 

“Thank you, darlin’,” She spoke lowly, one of her claws trailing up each bump in my invertebrate. “You’re too sweet to me.” Sabretooth brought a hand to my cheek, gingerly caressing it with her thumb. Then, with a talon-like claw, dragged a clean slice through my face. Blood slowly babbled up, a single droplet spilling from the slit. She wiped it, bringing it to her tongue and licking it off. “Once you heal, I’ll make sure to take real good care of ya.”

What a woman..

[iblameashley]

I'm punny and you know it.

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,608 words Content: Minor warning for mention of panic attack. follow up to Friental - My Personal Friend Rental.

Simon ’Ghost’ Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You've had a few meeting with this Si guy now, but he's inviting you over to his flat? Well, its not against the rules, but you're surprised to say the least.

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

You learned from the last time, and as Si opened the door to his flat, you clasped your hands behind your back. 'No touching' you reminded yourself. 'And be respectful.' this was you first time at his Flat. A shock that after only four in-person meetings, he'd agree to.

Si opened the door, masked, as per the agreement and looked you over. Always with the suspicion. You kind of liked it, mostly because you could only be less of a threat. His hair was still unruly, and you suspected he normally wore a hat of some kind. His eyes were a little more sunken than usual. They were puffy and dry.

He stepped out of the way, and ushered you inside.

“I like the mask.” You said as you entered his flat. It was new, well, for you. A jawbone pattern splashed across his face.

He grunted and closed the door.

You glanced around, taking in the simplicity of the space. "Nice place you've got here. It's cozy." Simon looked around. "It's functional."

'Oh thank fuck.' you thought. 'won't have to elaborate on that, at least.' This place was sparse to say the least. It looked like he was either moving in, or out.

His living space was minimalistic, with a few practical items scattered around—a small coffee table, a bookshelf filled with manuals and classics, and a modest-sized TV. The walls were adorned with a few framed photographs nondescript people you were sure he wasn't going to tell you about. There was also a world map marked with red pins, you figured they indicated places he had travelled. The atmosphere was quiet and chilled, reflecting Simon's personality as you knew it.

You settled on the pristine couch, maintaining a respectable distance between you two, as per Si's rule. You propped yourself against the armrest so you could look at him. He was reclining with his hands once again in his hoodie pockets. His gaze was firmly affixed to the TV that was on a news channel, muted.

“So remember last time we met I was telling you about my sister?” You began. He nodded and you continued. “Well, she's planning to come visit soon. She's bringing my niece with her as well. Nether of them have been on this side of the pond.” You were getting excited.

He looked at you with a tilted head. He was interested. Rule four. You were starting to understand him and his nuances.

“She's gonna be here for a month, so I may need to postpone some of our meetings. Thats something I though we could discuss later?”

“Mmm.” He grunted. A simple acknowledgement. A fact.

“Excellent. I rarely get to see them, and my niece is turning ten soon, so I want to celebrate her birthday while shes in England.”

You went off on a tangent of family drama and stories of your rivalry you had with your sister as a child. How you used to absolutely torment each other with pranks, jokes and sometimes fights. But there was always a hint of love in your words. Fondness.

Simon sat there and listened with his utmost attention. He liked having you talk. He liked that he could deep dive into your voice and forget the ones in his head that clawed at his ears and neck. Voices of the dead, or the ones he wished were dead. Or just the demons that haunted him when he was allowed to be along with himself for too long. But mostly, he was grateful to not have to talk about work, or hear people talk about his work.

He appreciated the one-four-one team, even Soap. But all he had in common with them was the military, death and endless missions. The aches and pains of his failing body as his career took its tole on him. He assumed the nightmares came for them as well. He didn't want that. He wanted to try feeling normal. This was normal.

Your eyes turned to the map on the wall. You looked at North America and saw several red pins. To your surprise, one appeared to be pinned to a port-city you grew up near. You knew there was a military base there, and with the books and sparse nature of his apartment, it started to click.

“You travel a lot, it seems.” You finally say. “Or did the pins come with the map?” You joked.

He turned away from you. Rule four again. You knew there was at least a hint of a smile pulling at the sides of his mouth. He'd never show you, but it made you happy to know he had a sense of humour.

“They came as a set.” He finally said. He flashed you a glace.

You smiled and quietly laughed. You knew he was pulling your leg, but it was nice. He rarely spoke, so you had to enjoy those times he did. But he was also a roller coaster of moods, sometimes you thought you had him opening up, the next minutes he'd shut down. Your last appointment with him, he booked you for two hours and you both sat in silence for the last forty-five minutes after you had made a comment that didn't quite land with him.

You sighed a breath of relief when he booked another appointment with you a couple of days later. Which lead you to tonight.

You didn't know what cause the sudden change in his mood, but his eyes had been locked on the TV. By the time you had looked over, the report must have ended.

Simon's heart rate quickened, and a wave of unease washed over him. Memories flooded his mind, threatening to break through his carefully constructed walls. The weight of of his emotions pressed against his chest, constricting his breath. Even through the mask, you could tell something had happened. Simon's stoic expression tightened, his body rigid with tension. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to get you out of his flat, but he resisted. He was fighting to maintain his composure because he knew if he scared you, he'd lose his only distraction from work.

The chaos of his mind started to swirl around like a tornado, and his eyes fell to you. There were beads of sweat forming on his brow, and you knew you had to at least bend some of the rules.

“Si. You doing OK?” You asked with a hushed tone. You felt like you were attending to a wounded animal. “Need something?”

Simon shook his head. It was slow and methodical, and you weren't buying it.

You stood up and walked over to his kitchen and filled a glass full of water. You weren't exactly a doctor, so you didn't know what to you. But you did know what not to do. Gripping the cup tightly you marched back to Simon and held the glass in front of him, keeping as much distance as you could.

“Take it.” You said, shoving it forward.

He stared at you for a moment before he took it with a shaky hand. He looked at the glass of water, and then at you. How was he supposed to drink this? That was the thought you knew was rolling around in his head.

Wanting to respect the rules of your agreement. You moved to sit yourself down on the floor beside his coffee table; your back to his, and your eyes firmly fixed to the floor.

“You should drink that.” You said. “And take several deep breaths.”

You felt the tick-tick-ticking of time passing, and it seemed to last forever, until suddenly you heard the sound of Simon gulping down the water. He made a huff as he finished the water off and put the glass down on the coffee table with a 'clink'.

“Better?” You inquired.

You heard him shuffle on the couch and let out an indifferent grunt.

“Hey, Si?” You started, not moving from your place on the floor. You didn't wait for him to reply. “Why don't skeletons fight each other?”

There was another tick of time.

“Because they don't have guys.” You finished.

There was a low guttural chuckle that escaped his mouth. You felt his boot on your back, and he gave you a gentle push forward.

“Fucking terrible.” He said, the faint hint of his laugh still on his lips.

A wall had come down. You didn't know for how long, but it was important. He seemed to like the joke, so you cracked another.

“Why do scuba divers fall backwards off the boat?” You wait a beat. “Because if they fell forward they'd still be on the boat.”

“Heh.” He grunted.

“All good now? Can I turn back around?” You asked.

He gave you another push with his boot. You took that to mean 'yes' and took your place back on the far end of the couch.

Simon sat on the couch, tension still consuming his body, but he seemed calmer overall. He was clammy from the sweat that covered his forehead and he was breathing deeply. But he was calm. His eyes were impassive as they looked at you. He had asked you to keep talking, and you were happy to.

As you walked home from your meeting, your phone dinged with a notification. You had stayed longer than the allotted time and Simon was sending and updated payment for the extra hour you spent with him. You denied it, and shoved the phone back in your pocket.

[chxna-cheeseycake]

I'm so bad about consistent posting but anyway the urge to yap even more about my MCD OCs again... it is taking over once more. I have like four drafts that I should probably finish but nah. This shit is more important for real. Hell yeah to MCD OC posting again because I think we as a society all need to collectively yap about our OCs more.

So I will be talking more about my MCD OC, Lavender. I talked a bit about her already so if you want maybe look at the post before this one on my account to get a bit more context. Anyway, let's actually get to my blabbing now. It will be under the cut cuz damn I can't help but write so much about my MCD OC lore lol.

Lavender was only two years old during S1 of MCD. Very itsy bitsy during that time for reals. I've already said before that she was adopted by Maria at this time. But before Lavender was quite literally dropped off at Maria's doorstep in Boboros, Lavender was born and lived for those two years of her life in a village in a snowy area (I don't have a name for this village yet cuz I am not great at naming places lol). Lavender also happened to be the youngest daughter of the lord of this village who was named Jack. Lavender's bio mom, Amy, was already out of the picture by the time Lavender was two. Nobody knows where Amy is, she just kind of dipped and was never seen again. So Jack was left to raise both of his daughters on his own. Jack had an older daughter named Sage that was from his first marriage (though he never married Amy). Sage is ten years older than Lavender.

Jack also had ice/snow based magicks that Lavender inherited from him. Sage on the other hand does not have any magicks whatsoever. This did kind of make Sage jealous that Lavender seemed more like Jack and thus had more of a connection to him. Lavender also looks almost exactly like Jack while Sage looks a lot like her mom. But Lavender's magicks also puts her in danger. Ya know how Glenda tried to sacrifice Cadenza to open up a Nether portal because of the dormant magicks Cadenza had? Well that was something that sort of happened to Lavender too. My Shadow Knight OC, Eliza (who I'll talk more about one day...), came to Lavender's village to kidnap her for reasons like Glenda. Eliza is very brutal too and doesn't hesitate to kill anyone that gets in her way, including innocent civilians.

Jack, being a good lord, stays in his village and fights to the very end to give a chance for his people to try and escape. He also orders two of his most loyal guards to take his daughters and get them to safety, far away from the village. Though in the chaos of the village being absolutely destroyed, the guards end up getting separated and therefore Lavender and Sage are separated too. That's why Lavender ends up with Maria as that guard just brought Lavender to the first village they stumbled across and placed her on a random doorstep in said village, hoping that whoever found her would take care of her. Sage on the other hand remains with the guard that took her out of the village and is basically raised by this guard. Jack did not survive his battle with Eliza and after she completely sets the village aflame, she gets frustrated that she failed her personal mission and leaves.

Also I should mention that I've had a concept for my AU/rewrite thingy that the ruins of Lavender's old village eventually was taken over by the Eastern Werewolves and they transformed it into their new home. That small wolf pack eventually grew big and strong thanks to Zane and those old abandoned village ruins became a true force to be reckoned with. There's probably some symbolism there about something being given new life just to be destroyed again. But I don't know how to exactly put it lol. It makes an interesting connection between Lavender and Yip as they both technically lived in the same place at some point in their lives. There's also something there about kind of being the last living surviving of their old home. That's moreso with Yip than Lavender though as Sage is also still alive and therefore being another survivor of an entire village being lost. It's just that Lavender doesn't know about her old home nor does she have any knowledge of having older siblings outside of Dante and Gene.

When Lavender makes it to Phoenix Drop sometime in S2, she and Dante have a very awkward relationship at first. Dante is initially shocked to find out that he technically has a younger sister now. He also struggles to accept it as he almost can't help but feel jealous of Lavender (ain't that familiar). His brain makes him think that Maria replaced him with Lavender and he genuinely feels bad about those thoughts but they just won't stop plaguing him. Lavender tries to form a connection with Dante anyway. She wants to know all about her older brother, she wants to form a bond with him so badly. She was so lonely back in Boboros as her ice/snow magicks and the fact she couldn't control them isolated her from other kids. I like to imagine Boboros is harder on magicks users after the incident with the previous lord and his daughter. The people may not remember who did it but that memory of some magicks user doing it still lingers and therefore the people are uneasy around magicks users in general. When Lavender sees how Dante avoids her, she thinks it's because of her magicks which only makes things more tense between them.

The tipping point is when Lavender's anxious feelings get to her and cause her magicks to go out of control once again. Her emotions are deeply connected to her magicks so having bad anxiety does nothing to help Lavender. She ends up accidentally causing an ice spike to form out from the ground and it happens to point right at Dante. Very Elsa like I know but Lavender is honestly inspired by Jack Frost from ROTG specifically and not by Elsa. Lavender's bio dad being named Jack is a blatant reference to that but it is what it is. Kid me absolutely loved that movie so it makes sense that it bleeds through in some of my own creations. Anyways, Lavender panics as she thinks she has made Dante hate her now and avoids him for the time being. Dante feels even worse as he thinks it's his fault for making Lavender upset enough to cause her magicks to go out of control again. He has conversations with different people (Aphmau, Nana, Laurance and Aaron are the first people he goes to) to try and figure out how he can mend things with Lavender.

The next conversation between the two of them is filled with awkward silence at first until they both try to apologize to each other at the same time. And then they actually have a deep and genuine conversation and start to understand each other better. From then on Dante and Lavender actually form a proper older brother and younger sister bond. They are the coolest sibling duo ever heck ye. Lavender also becomes a great auntie to Nekoette. When Dmitri eventually comes into the picture it takes a bit more for him to warm up to Lavender but when he does, he, Nekoette and Lavender get into a lot of silly shenanigans that make Dante exasperated. He still loves the goobers regardless.

I was gonna write more but I forgor what else I was gonna write 💀 Guess this is what I'll write for now until I get inspired to write more lol

[rock-n-macabre]

Love's a Burning Fire

I held onto Severen's arm, begging him he doesn't have to do this and to just let Caleb go so we can leave to the next state like Jesse was saying. "He ain't worth it, Sev! We gotta make tracks before the sun's up again!" I pleaded. It fell upon deaf ears. When Severen wanted something - there was no stopping him.

"Dontcha worry that sweet li'l head of yers, darlin'. Imma get my spur back , then we can mosey along to the next spot. Easy." He gave a reassuring grin before making his way onto the street, preparing to take on Caleb.

It looked like Severen was getting the upper hand of things, which was a relief...that meant we could get back on the road quicker than I expected . But that all changed when an 18 wheeler came down and Caleb went running up to it. I saw Severen pull out his pistol and a grim grin came across my face. Sev had the best shot and guaranteed this would end the showdown.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

I damn near choked on a laugh seeing Caleb get into the driver's seat, which obviously Severen found downright hilarious as he stood smack dab in the middle of the road , taunting the boy. Suddenly the truck came barreling towards Severen...and the damn lunatic still didn't move. I kept shouting for him to get out of the way, while respecting his wishes for my safety to stay out of it while he handled things . It felt like my slow beating heart would drop out of my ass when I saw Severen get creamed by the truck. I've seen him go through worse - this was probably just foreplay to Severen- but it still was brutal to watch.

I watched in anticipation hoping Severen could recoup so we could just leave already.Suddenly his mangled self comes up onto the hood of the truck and goes to dismantle it. This oughta stop Caleb...it must..but once again, wrong. Caleb made the damn thing jack-knife and explode after he ditched it and ran off. I could hear Jesse and Diamondback approach the site after a few moments , while Mae and Homer stayed back. Diamondback told me to come along as Jesse wanted to end Caleb for good despite Mae's protests. I shook my head, claiming to meet up with them... I just needed a moment. They nodded and went off on their hunt for Caleb.I fell onto my knees and sobbed.

My mate was gone.

My lovable, pain in the ass goober that was always wisecracking...gone. I looked on the ground to find one of his trophies off his jacket on the ground, and picked it up. I ran my thumb over the detailing and clutched it close. I wasn't ready to lose Severen. He made it this many years and THIS is how it ends? Life just wasn't fair.

Suddenly a pair of boots with one rowel-less spur stood in front of me.

"Y'gonna sit there and mope all day 'r are ya gonna gimme some sugar, darlin?"

I looked up to see Severen looking beyond worse for wear, completely annihilated. The healing process taking a slower time regenerating himself.

"Sev! I thought I lost you!"

I choke on a sob as I held onto his leg, refusing to let go.I felt his boot nudge itself into my nether regions as his fingers wound themselves into my hair and gently yanked my head back to meet his gaze.

"Ain't nothin like bein close t' death that makes one feel so alive. I reckon yer heart Mus' be doin' flips by now... how 'bout we celebrate before headin off...whattaya say darlin?"

I have no time to respond as he manages to pull me into the alleyway and pushes me onto the ground. He continues as he grabs a hold of me, his strength still strong yet his body slowly stitching itself back.

"Now I need some time to get my britches back in line...how 'bout you en'ertain me some, sugar? Then we can mosey along to Jesse and the gang."

I bite my lip as I gather the hint he is conveying. His smirk becoming more apparent as his body makes its way to becoming itself again.

"Anythin ya have in mind, Sev?" I question as I go to unzip his leather pants, but his hand bats me away.

"I wanna see ya get off on me. Show me how bad ya need me." He smirked coyly as his boot tapped my nether regions again.