#is it common to hunt half human half monsters???

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Ascension | True Form! Sukuna x Reader

Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a ruthless monster who takes pleasure in slaughter and destruction. You are his favorite, but that makes the other servants on his estate envy your status. What will master Sukuna do to you when he hears the rumors of his favorite slut bedding a common servant from the kitchen?

Warnings: all of them lol it's sukuna violence, blood, death, sexual content, graphic description, exhibitionism (if there are any others I should mention please let me know)

Word count: 6,518

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Notes: I also had the audacity to end it with fluff??

Masterlist

The corridor leading to master Sukuna’s chambers was infinite. You had walked along the creaking wooden floor so many times before, shortly after you went into his service. Stories of unimaginable violence were spreading from servant to servant, starting with the man who would fix a broken wall to the girl wiping blood off clothes. Clothes of men and women who were called in but never came back. He was a monster. Tall muscular body and four arms, always towering over mortals from his throne in the main hall. People were saying he could have your body sliced in half with only one look from afar. Four blood red eyes, feeding off the trembling of voices, shaking of bodies begging for forgiveness. He had none to spare.

However gruesome the stories about Ryomen Sukuna were all over the country, people still flocked to his mansion, offering their services. People with nowhere left to go, people betrayed and hunted by their own kind, the weak, the poor, the lonely. As much of a monster as he was, his home provided a purpose and a haven for those with no place left among humans.

You were no different. When he first summoned you to his chambers, you expected the most painful and humiliating fuck you could ever imagine.

Violence turns him on.

A lot of the women who survived his bed were saying the same thing. Especially then, when he had just come back from killing an entire village, leaving fire and blood in his footsteps, he was sexually aroused for sure. The girl who was going to be summoned that night was going to die, everyone was sure of that. But you didn’t.

“Men are pathetic.” You told him, looking straight to the floor. That was the first time you saw him, sitting high on his throne, an immaculate white yukata covering his now clean body. No sign of the disasters he had brought upon were left on his body, except the obvious erection you could see poking from underneath the fabric. He crossed one muscular leg over the other, resting his chin on the palm of his lower left arm.

“How so?” His voice didn’t scare you, like you expected. But then again, after you walked along the hall and stopped in front of the stairs of his throne, you couldn’t look at him anymore. His form was so imposing, so intimidating, towering over you. He didn’t look like a monster. He looked like a god.

“They kill and they rape and they destroy. But they pretend to be righteous.” You were wearing a royal green kimono that softened the red of your skin, as blood was running rapidly through your veins.

“I did the same thing just earlier.” He said, exposing his sharp teeth in a vicious grin, as if he had just caught you lying.

“They are weak, master. You are a god.” You forced your eyes away from the floor. If you were to survive in his service, you had one simple thing to do. Obey. “I would rather serve you, my lord.”

He looked at you in silence, all four eyes quietly analyzing you, your posture, your face, your breasts that barely fit in the kimono who belonged to someone else. You could hear the sound of your own breath, empty air echoing in your lungs. He was unmoved.

“I’ve heard this tale before.” He said, eyes looking down at you through lashes.

He never seemed bothered by your daring eyes so you compelled them to keep looking up. You were sick and twisted compared to other people, you’ve noticed it since you were a child. Maybe that’s why, contrary to all the stories you’ve heard in the first few days you had already spent there, you found Sukuna handsome, more than anything else. Yes, he was a monster in size and in strength, his build terrifying, his eyes piercing and deadly. But all of these things came together as hunky, almost statuesque. The way he was looking at you, a mix of boredom and indifference to your existence, like he controlled the way the universe worked. Your eyes roamed along his body, taking advantage of the time he took to ponder on your fate. The most popular rumor, that was acknowledged as a fact by all the stories circulating, was that he had two cocks. Your eyes fell on his lap and your lips parted slightly in curiosity. Did he really? You were so focused on his body that you didn’t notice the corners of his mouth curled in a perverted grin splattered across his face. Sukuna noticed you were practically undressing him with your eyes alone.

“You seem to be sincere.” His voice reverberated in the empty hall, snapping you out of your daydream. You looked at him with eyes round in surprise as he gestured for you to approach him, his arm extended towards you, rough long fingers inviting.

This time, however, you had the feeling you weren’t going to be coming back alive. You had become his favorite quickly. He would always call for a different woman, most of the time specifying certain features that she had to possess. One night he wanted a short woman, the other a big breasted one with short hair, other times he wanted a woman with visible scars on her body. He never knew their names and never bothered with remembering. They were simple objects to fulfill his bodily needs. Soon, he started asking for you, specifically by name. In no time, you were the only one summoned to his chambers. People noticed it as did you, and you began getting ready, washing your body, bathing in perfumes, decorating it with jewels and the most beautiful of fabrics, knowing Sukuna would soon be back drunk on brutality and violence, eager to fuck you numb.

At first, the other servants were relieved. The women gradually let go of the crippling fear of being chosen to entertain the master in his chambers, the men relieved of the fear that, if the woman they brought in front of the master failed to satisfy him, their bodies would be slashed in pieces. But lack of fear allowed enough space for other emotions in the hearts of the servants.

Envy.

You were too quiet, too serene. As if you enjoyed your status. Moreover, the stories about what was happening behind the closed doors of his chambers were now scarce. You abstained from talking about it to others and, besides the usual bruises that covered your body all the time, there were no signs of violence or terror inflicted upon you. Much to their dismay, when you would return to your room, long after sunrise, a smile of satisfaction would always be plastered on your worn out face. You enjoyed whatever was happening to you. And that gave you power.

This is how you ended up being framed. A few servants, both men and women, came up with a false narrative, accusing you of giving yourself to one of the boys working at the kitchen. They had seen you helping him bandage a deep meat knife cut. From that simple gesture to detailed falsehood about sexual activities was only one step. First, they spread it amongst each other and now they went directly to master Sukuna to inform him that his favorite slut was throwing herself at any man.

All you could do was deny. You had been summoned to the main hall and you knew exactly why. It was your word against theirs but, as much time as you spent in Sukuna’s company, you didn’t know if he cared enough to even find the truth. None of his women were allowed to be touched by any other man. There had been multiple instances when the women he forcefully took had lovers or even husbands that they tried to go back to and they all ended up decapitated. You finally reached the end of the corridor, palms sweaty and heart beating relentlessly in your chest.

Pushing the doors open, the first thing you laid your eyes upon was Sukuna, sitting high on his throne, a depraved look glistening in all of his four eyes. On either side of the room stood your accusers, more than you would have imagined. At least half of the servants of the estate were standing humbly, heads kept down, eyes sticking to the floor. Contrary to their form, you could see the looks of pride on some of their faces, while others seemed to doubt the success of their plan. In the middle of the room there was a large futon mat. It was there often times when Sukuna enjoyed having you touch yourself while he instructed your every move as he sat on his throne. You thought you saw the servants take it out last time.

Sukuna didn’t say a word. Only his superior grin could be a hint as to how this charade was going to end, but you never knew what to expect from his eyes clouded with lust when he looked at you. You walked in, not expecting any formal invitation, passing by the group of servants, not bothering to spare them a look. The only important thing was in front of you, sitting at the top of the stairs, sunk back in his throne, legs parted widely, four arms crossed across his chest. You felt like a mouse walking right into a trap.

“I’ve heard some interesting stories from your friends.” His low voice echoed in the room. It seemed as if you were being choked by an invisible hand. “I believe you’re aware of it.”

“They’re all lies, my lord.” You answered, just as you had planned. You had your most beautiful attire on, your most prized golden hairpin he had gifted you. But you didn’t expect he would have the accusers present while he would decide your punishment. Your ears picked up a faint sound of rushed breaths and steps behind you, as one of the women tried to argue with your answer. Sukuna ignored her as well, all his attention on you. “My body and my soul belong to you, master. You can use them however you consider suitable.” In response to your last words he grinned, that wide grin that exposed his teeth, like a predator.

“Come here, slut.” Pressing your lips together in anxiety, you grabbed the sides of your long kimono and pulled it up as you climbed up the steps of his throne.

The servants looked in shock at your body gradually ascending to their master’s place. No one was allowed to even dream to stand as high as him. He had fucked you before on his throne multiple times, especially after fights with jujutsu sorcerers that would wear out his body but make his cocks hard, his skin still stained with the blood of those he had slain. When you reached the last step you dared to look at him. It was one of the few instances when you got to look down at him, as you stood up in front of him while he comfortably sat on his throne. His arms were now resting at his sides, his crimson eyes filled with contained rage. The closer you got to him, the more you could feel the killing intent lingering in the air. He looked at you with indecipherable lust. For sex? For killing? For revenge?

“Show them how you serve your master.” Sukuna’s command had air stuck in your throat and eyes widened in shock.

You expected to be punished, even killed, although you had grown to trust him and feel safe in his presence. But not to have you humiliated in the front of the very people who falsely accused you. Your lips parted in a pathetic attempt to protest. No sound came out. You took a moment, one that would have gotten any other human in your shoes killed in an instant, to look for the reason in his eyes. Have you become arrogant enough to think you knew him that well? The only thing you could see in his wicked gaze was your own reflection, nothing else beyond the crystal clear layer of his four eyes. You obeyed, conscious that you were a moment too late. You ought to be punished for that too. But did it even matter, given your situation?

You kneeled down in front of him, his eyes following your face as it lowered until it was at the same level with his crotch. Your hands effortlessly worked on the knot tied at his waist, undoing it. You heard gasps and murmurs from the people filling the room when your hand reached under the fabric of his clothes, pushing it away and displaying his two throbbing cocks. Most of these people had only heard stories about it. You licked the top one, pressing your tongue flat along its length, while your hands gently stroked the other one, cupping his thick balls full of seed waiting to be released. This was your chance to maintain your status, to remain in his good graces, so you tried to ignore the thought of all those people watching you sucking Sukuna’s cocks. He let you adjust to his size quietly, one hand reaching to take the golden hairpin out of your dark long locks and throwing it away. Your hair fell down over your shoulders and back, thin strands sticking to your face. The metal fell down the stairs with sharp noise that covered the wet sounds of you slurping and licking his cock. The pin fell tapping in the middle of the group of people but none of them dared to move, even though its worth could have easily earned them a new life.

Some of them were looking anywhere else but at your small body compared to his beastly frame, as your head bobbed up and down his length, unable to ignore the sounds. Others, on the contrary, mostly men, were watching fascinated. Sukuna’s upper right hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing it away from your face and you looked up at him when his rough knuckles grazed faintly against your cheek. Your eyes met his only for a fraction of a second before he pushed your head roughly, forcing his cock deeper inside your mouth to touch the back of your throat. He groaned in pleasure, a deep guttural sound coming from deep inside his throat as you choked, tears filling the corners of your eyes.

“Undress.” Sukuna commanded.

You let him fuck your mouth as your hands moved away from his other cock. More than anything, you needed your hold on him for stability. While your body was shaking with every thrust of his cock inside your mouth, his hand a tight grip in your hair keeping your head steady. Your trembling hands moved to weakly remove your obi and push the hems of the kimono away, the soft fabric slipping off your shoulders and falling around you on the floor. You had almost forgot people were watching, but you heart a faint constrained reaction from the crowd as your naked body was revealed. They could only see your back, some of the lucky ones your large breasts from the side as they jiggled in the rhythm of master Sukuna’s movements. Your hands desperately searched to get a hold of his body as soon as you fulfilled his command. One of your hands found his thigh while the other faintly touched his lower cock before he pulled out of your mouth.

You could feel the taste of his precum deep inside your throat. His upper left hand grabbed your jaw harshly. He pulled your face closer to him, forcing you up from the floor. If he wanted to, he could throw you away from up there, and you would land on the other side of the room, skull crushed against the wall. The thought sent terror through your entire body and you began shaking in fear. Instead of this, he held you by the jaw a few inches away from his face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He could see the distress in your eyes and he grinned maniacally. You could feel his hot breath on your face as his cocks rubbed against your chest, between your breasts, while his large lower hands cupped them together, his sharp nails scratching the soft sensitive skin. Eager to satisfy his needs and cling to your pathetic life, you moved your body along his length, creating friction between his cocks and your breasts. Your hands grabbed his forearms for support as you moved and his grip on your jaw softened, allowing you to move up and down as you needed. He cooed in approval against your lips, only for you to hear. A good sign.

“You’re so eager to please.” He said loudly, for everyone to hear. You wanted to play along, let yourself consumed by the humiliation of the servants seeing you being used like a sexual object only for Sukuna’s pleasure. The more time your spent looking in his darkened red eyes, the more you forgot about the people watching. No, that was wrong. You were not forgetting. You were enjoying it.

“Yes ma-“ You noticed his lower eye look to the side full of rage right before the screams of people covered the low sloppy sounds of his cocks fucking your tits.

"Silence." He growled and the commotion stopped, people biting their tongues and looking away from the headless body on the floor, head rolled a few feet away.

Some were sobbing. Others were frozen with terror. The man that just died in an instant was about to touch himself, turned on by the sight of you. No one was allowed to take pleasure in what belonged to Sukuna. You felt his cocks throbbing even more aroused between your breasts and you knew it wasn't just the warm and soft feeling of your body that got him that hard.

Violence turns him on.

Sukuna pushed you by the head, forcing you to take one of his cocks in your mouth again. This time he was aiming to cum, as both his upper hands were holding your head in place, with each movement the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he groaned like a beast. Your hands grabbed his thighs, nails digging into his skin as you took his entire length in and out of your mouth, your tongue running along the veins of his cock. You took a chance to look up at him, knowing he enjoyed the sight of your face while he fucked it relentlessly, teary eyes and brows furrowed upwards in a helpless expression. Instead, you saw his head thrown back in pleasure, mouth slightly open to let out ungodly sounds. Tears fell down your cheeks but you enjoyed the sound of his grunts, and you joined him with moans that reverberated around his girth. He came in no time, one cock inside your mouth the other on your chest. You swallowed all that he gave to you as the tip of his cock softly rubbed against your lips, the last drops of his milky seed dripping at the edges of your mouth.

“Thank you, my lord.” You moaned, grateful, looking up at him through your lashes, waiting anxiously for his next move.

You heard several overlapping sounds of meat slashing, blood spilling and bodies falling on the floor. Sukuna was taking his time effortlessly killing every single man whose dick got unbearably hard because of you, one by one. You were still with your back turned to the crowd so you could only imagine the number of butchered people and the terrified sight of the ones still left alive.

Sukuna let his robe fall off his shoulders on the throne as he leaned down to grab you by the waist, pulling you up over his large shoulder as he descended the stairs. You let your small body relax, hanging over his muscular one, your soft belly pressed against his shoulder. One hand held you firmly by the waist while the other had both your ankles in a lose grip, holding you in place as he walked down the stairs. He was completely naked as were you. Your feet dangled against his abdomen, your ass and leaking cunt exposed. You didn’t even realize you had gotten so wet until the cool air hit your folds. He could feel your juices on his chest as your thighs rubbed together against his skin and he grinned to himself. He hadn’t even done anything to you yet.

With his every step, you could see more and more of the people filling the room. It was a horrifying sight. Blood was pooling on the floor, people were trying to avoid looking at the dead bodies while also avoiding looking at their master, looking at you, at the same time. It was impossible. Your accusers, who were so certain they would get rid of you, were dying one by one.

Sukuna let you fall off his shoulder on the mattress in the middle of the room. So he had it prepared for this, you thought. Suddenly, as you were laying on your back while he stood up next to you, waiting, you became extremely aware of all the eyes looking at your naked body. Up on the throne you felt safer, above everyone else. Who cared if they were watching you choke on their master’s cocks? But down here, with all these people, blood and killing surrounding you, a spark of fright erupted in your mind. What if master Sukuna was going to leave you here? Wasn’t this the most sadistic end you could meet? He got the servants tormented by the deaths of their own, all because of you, and now he was going to let them get their revenge. They would tear you to pieces. You desperately tried to hide your large breasts with your arms, pressing your legs together as if he didn’t parade around with you and your soaking cunt over his shoulder moments ago. You looked up at him with wide doubtful eyes. When did you become so uneasy in his presence?

“You really don’t get it, do you?” You didn’t know at whom this question was directed. His voice was coated with a thick sense of dominance.

In the following seconds, you saw three people falling to the ground, blood spilling out of their bodies. Sukuna kneeled down next to you, grabbing you by the ankles and raising your legs up in the air. The back of your thighs pressed against his abdomen where his tongue rolled out and licked the soft skin. You whimpered, feeling the burning sensation in your lower body that meant one thing you knew very well. Your cunt needed him. Your legs eagerly wrapped around his neck, the feeling of his soft pink hair on your skin making your shiver. You tried pulling him closer to you, but he only watched, amused. You were struggling to have his body closer to yours, get him to penetrate you already. His lower arms pinned your legs in place while another hand lightly slapped you across the face.

“Beg.”

You had never quite felt the need for him to own you like you did right now. You were desperately clinging to him, ever fiber in your being telling you that the only way you could be safe, the only place you belonged to was in his possession.

“Please master.” You whined, without any second thought.

Somehow, only unconsciously, you knew that the reason he took a liking to you was that you weren’t afraid of him. Not once before this day did you doubt your master. The fact that you found him ravishing, the fact that you carnally wanted him so bad out of your own accord, it was something he never expected but got addicted to. Sure, taking whatever he wanted whenever he wanted gave him a sort of high only power could attain. But to feel needed, to feel wanted like you wanted him, to have you suck on his cocks so eagerly, beg for him to fuck you like an animal, cry out in pleasure because of his touch, Sukuna would never give up on these things.

“Please, punish me like I deserve.”

You gasped out of air when you felt his lower cock easily sink deep into your moist pussy, while his top cock rubbed against your folds. The feeling of your warm walls clenching around his girth sent a wave of indescribable pleasure through him, a pleasure that only made him eager to chase even more. His movements picked up a fast paced rhythm from the start, balls slamming against your ass with every slap of his hips against yours. He had his upper arms around your legs, keeping them up on one of his shoulders, while his other rough large hands were grabbing your breasts, kneading, playing with your nipples. You began moaning uncontrollably, the mixed sensation of the cock inside your cunt and the stimulation of the cock rubbing against your folds and over your clit with each thrust sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through your body. Your fists were grabbing the mattress tightly, your body hot and sweaty.

Through half open eyes you could see the golden hairpin on the floor and a woman trying to walk and pick it up. Fool. She really thought Sukuna wouldn’t see her, too drunk on your body to pay attention to his surroundings anymore. You could understand, though. Any man fucking with such violence and focus like he was thrusting inside of you was sure to lose all his other senses. But Sukuna wasn’t just a man. He was your god. Part of you wanted to warn her, tell her not to test her luck. Her head was sliced off her neck right when she was ready to reach out and grab the hairpin.

Your eyes were already tightly shut when that happened, the feeling of Sukuna’s cock throbbing inside you ready to release having your walls clench around him and your whines louder, more desperate as you approached your orgasm as well. He pushed your legs open, leaning over you, reaching deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole. You felt the wet tongue on his abdomen again, licking the sweat off your tummy, circling around your navel. The strain on your thighs was getting more and more painful the more he pushed his heavy body against yours.

“I would massacre the whole country for you.” He grunted against your lips.

His name reverberated in the room when you screamed it as your orgasm washed over you. His cum filled your hole, his sticky seed overflowing and dripping along your thighs and your ass. His other cock released his seed on your belly. Your fucked out face was the most beautiful thing Sukuna had ever witnessed in his life. All hot and sweaty, hair a mess around you like a halo, biting your lips, your eyes closed your eyebrows furrowed as if you still felt him inside you. The sight of your body covered in his seed, marking you as his and his only. It only made him want to ruin you even more. You opened your eyes lazily, your chest rising and falling with big movements as you sucked air inside your lungs.

You saw his eyes already fixed on you. Around the room was only death and blood and despair, while Sukuna sat down calmly, eyes fixed on you. You lost count of how many people were dead and how many were still watching. He didn’t call out for you, didn’t gesture in any way, but his eyes were imperative, commanding you without any effort. You forced your body up, supporting your weight on your arms. You crawled to him slowly, already feeling a mellow pain between your legs that would sure hurt a lot more the next day. He welcomed you at his side, a hand placed between your shoulder blades gently pushing you over his lap. You laid on your belly obediently over his strong thighs. His fingers ghosted over the line of your spine passing over the round curve of your ass.

His right hand was still aimlessly feeling the smoothness of your skin when his other right palm landed in a harsh slap over you other cheek. You cried out in pain, right before you felt two fingers of his left hand savagely pushed inside your mouth. You sucked on his fingers as he landed the second, then the third slap, the muffled sounds of your whines echoing from your throat. He spanked you again, in the same spot, and your eyes filled with tears at the growingly stinging sensation. Sukuna was consumed by your touch, by your scent. He loved how easily you got wet because of him. He could smell it before you were even aware of it. When he pulled you up from the floor, carrying you on his shoulder, your cunt was so close to his face, so obviously releasing that delicious scent of your leaking arousal that had his mouth water. Now he had you sprawled on his lap, the need to consume you insatiable. The urge to abuse your body until you were a trembling mess, unable to control it anymore. He leaned over just when you were expecting another painful slap and he sank his teeth into the plump flesh of your ass. He was careful enough not to seriously hurt you, but impatient to feel you in every way, leave his mark wherever he could. You cried out, drool falling at the corners of your mouth around his fingers. He pulled his teeth away and licked the round red mark left on your skin, making you shiver.

Another slap landed on your other ass cheek and he grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free left hand, forcing your body to arch painfully much. He leaned his face closer to yours, fingers still in your mouth. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, his deep red eyes swallowing you whole.

“Who do you belong to, slut?” When you tried to answer you choked on his fingers, unable to articulate any word.

He slapped you again, his other hand squeezing between your thighs. He could feel your juices mixed with his cum drip over his thigh. Sukuna knew slapping your ass was guaranteed to have your cunt drenched. He wouldn’t repeat himself. You squeezed your eyes shut when his large hand landed another slap, his fingers slightly pulling away from your mouth, allowing you to speak.

“I belong to you, master.” His fingers fell from your lips down your jaw to have your neck in a tight grip, choking you and forcing you to look at him.

“Then you can take your master’s cocks at the same time, can’t you?”

“Yes, master.” You replied weakly. He slapped your face, demanding a better, more convincing answer. “Please, master. I need both your cocks inside me.”

Sukuna seemed pleased with your answer, grinning at your deplorable state. You pushed your muscles to stand but he quickly and easily handled your body, using you as he pleased. He had you on all fours, your face sunk in the mattress soaked with your sweat. He ran his palm along your pussy, feeling his fingers slip, drenched in your arousal, as his lower arms had your hips pinned exactly where he needed you. You cried out in pain, feeling both his cocks stretching your walls. He was massive anyway, and now you had to take double the size. As dripping wet as you were, you still whined in discomfort when he forced himself into you. The mattress was wet with your tears and the room filled with your cries of pain that gradually turned into moans as you adjusted around him and pleasure overcame the pain. He slammed his hips violently against your ass, pulling you into him, his nails digging in your skin. One of his hands was on your head, pushing it further, keeping you in place as if you were a doll specifically made to fulfill his needs.

The beastly sounds he let out seemed to come from deeper inside his being, so savage and violent that seemed he was going to break you in half. You were too fucked out to pick up the sounds around you anymore, only his animalistic groans as he hit your insides, covering your moans and whimpers. You only felt a faint splash of hot thick liquid falling at your sides and the smell of fresh blood mixing with the smell of sex. You didn’t open your eyes until you were out of the room, not even when Sukuna came again inside you, his cum not fitting inside your pussy anymore, leaking out, spilling on the mattress and on your ass. Your body fell limp, exhausted and dirty, as soon as he let you out of his grip. The room grew silent like a grave, only Sukuna’s panting triumphantly overcoming everything.

You felt him pick you up in his arms and carry you in the other room, where two frightened servant girls wiped your body clean of the cum, sweat and blood. You moaned in pain when the wet cloth grazed against parts of your body that were already turning purple. Your body was starting to feel cold.

The feeling of being submerged in warm water was the most comforting thing. That is until you felt Sukuna’s large frame behind you, your back resting against his chest, his hands gently pouring water over your shoulders. You sank into his embrace, flesh melting on your bones. His lips hovered above yours, as if testing to see if you were awake. Or if you would allow it? You pressed your lips against his weakly, and he kissed you gently, almost surprised that he was capable of such a soft touch. You opened your eyes languidly, the first thing you saw being the half opened door that lead to the room where a few servants were already cleaning up the blood and bodies. As if you had only dreamed about it, you blinked several times. Sukuna had killed all the people that accused you.

“So, did you?” Sukuna’s husky voice gently purred in your ear.

“Hm?” You asked, eyes still on the other room, as if you didn’t hear.

“Did you fuck the servant from the kitchen?” He asked calmly, almost unbothered, as if he didn’t kill so many people because of it. Your back straightened and your head turned to him, finding the last bit of strength in indignation.

“Of course not!” He grinned at your fervor. “Did you… ever consider it to be true?”

“I don’t need unthankful servants to tell me. I would smell it on you.” There was a hint of threat in his voice, like warning you not to ever do something you would regret. When you looked at him questioningly, he pulled you closer, pushing your back against him, his cheek touching your soft hair. His hand cupped one of your breasts as he spoke, squeezing it, running his fingers over your warm skin. “If you’re afraid, if you’re sad, if you’re angry, if you’re horny. I can smell it on you.” His other hand ran down on your body, fingers resting just above your pussy. “Now imagine if someone else touches you. You would reek of dirty human.” You were sore already, drained. But you didn’t fight his touch, you didn’t try to stop him.

“I am a human too, master Sukuna.” You said and your breath hitched when you felt his fingers lightly rub circles around your clit.

“No.” He argued, your heavy breaths filling the room. He knew you didn’t get the chance to cum the last time. “You are my queen.”

With your eyes closed your hands searched for his. He took your hands in each of his, resting at the edge of the tub, intertwining your fingers together. Your soft whimpers echoed according to the motion of his fingers and he kissed your hair, encouraging you through your orgasm.

The water was starting to get cold. You were resting there in silence, your mind rewinding everything that happened. Sukuna said he could smell fear. Did he smell the fear on you when you first walked in? When you thought he was going to kill you? When you feared he was going to leave you at the hands of his servants? Instead, he called you his queen.

“There’s… someone.” You said instead, not daring to ask these questions. The silhouette of a man standing still in the hall was visible through the half open door.

“Oh? Yeah, it’s the boy from the kitchen. I haven't decided what to do with him yet.” Sukuna replied. “He’s the only one who defended you. But then again, what could he say? Defending you means defending himself.”

“Someone needs to live to tell the tale.” You mumbled. He cocked his head to the side, encouraging you to continue. “I would free him from your service. Give him some money. He will surely spread the tale of the ruthless Ryomen Sukuna.” He didn't reply. You doubted he was going to listen to your suggestion. 

That night was the first time you went to sleep by his side. Usually you would pick up the moment after he was satisfied enough with your presence and retreated. He never commanded you to leave but never signaled he wanted you to stay, either. This time he carried you in his arms to your new room. You were probably not able to walk on your own anyway. He was going to have you moved away from the servants, closer to his chambers, he explained when he slided the door open. He laid you down on the freshly clean mattress before you felt his large frame next to you. You quickly scooped closer, with much effort since all the muscles in your body felt sore. With your head on his chest, one arm over his wide muscular torso, you fell asleep faster than ever, fatigue winning over your body. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of his fingers in your hair, while his lower hand was softly laying on your hip. You've never felt so relaxed before.

When you woke up, the painful sensation between your legs hit your brain before you were even able to open your eyes. Sukuna was nowhere to be seen. You didn't even feel him leaving your side, fallen deep in your undisturbed sleep. Next to the mattress, on a small low table, a covered tray was waiting for you to wake up. On a small note, written by hand, a message greeted you.

Regain your strength soon, my queen

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Ryomen Sukuna x reader

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #true form sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jujustu kaisen #sukuna jjk #sukuna imagine

[spacebarbarianweird]

Beloved Monsters

So, it happened! I've finally brought Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter, to life!

Synopsis: Domestic fluff about a small family of monsters.

Tags: fluff, comfort, dadstarion, dhampirs

Alethaine's age: 7

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“Mum! Mum!”

As you open your eyes, the coziness of your bed with a fur blanket and the softest pillow surrounds you. It feels so comfy, like a warm hug. 

“Mum!”

A pale-skinned Elven girl with hair the color of snow stares at you like a cat. She stands upside down on the ceiling as if her legs were glued to it.

“Hi, Alethaine. Is anything wrong?”, you yawn and look at the window. It’s late afternoon and it's snowing. Winters in that part of Faerun are cold and merciless but nights are long. Which is good.

Alethaine, your dhampir-daughter, jumps onto the bed and you notice she’s already put on her warm clothes. Unlike Astarion, she is not immune to cold.

“Can I go? Pleeease!”

You sit up and hear a loud laughter from the inner yard. The town kids. Mostly humans, but Alethaine’s best friend is a dwarf boy, an Innkeeper’s son. All younger than ten, careless and brave like all the kids of this age no matter the race and social status.

“Cover your ears”, you say, making yourself get out of bed. You hate being stuck at home for so long – your body craves fights – but having a little child puts certain limitations.

“Thanks!”, Alethaine bares her fangs.

For the last month, you’ve been alone with Alethaine. Astarion left in the late month of Uktar, complaining that he didn’t want to travel in that awful northern weather and that there is nothing more disgusting than autumn. 

“It’s cold and I will have to sleep in the dirt. Besides, hags are “known” for their hospitality!”

Simple as that. A daughter of one of the noble families fell in love with someone from the common folk. He rejected her, and she made a deal with a hag to get him. The hag turned the girl into something and locked away. So, her family searched for help and eventually got to Astarion – the only person who knew how to deal with both supernatural contracts and the monsters themselves.

“Well, I will either find a loophole to save this idiot of a girl. Or I will have to fight the hag. Not the first time. Gods, good thing Alethaine is going to be much smarter than that!”

You smile. Since Alethaine was born, Astarion has been very sensitive about cases when a young woman, someone’s daughter, is trapped by supernatural forces. Astarion can deny it but he imagines Alethaine trapped the same way.

“Alethaine! Where are you?”, the dwarf boy throws a snowball into the door with a loud thump.

“Coming!”

Astarion was supposed to come back a week ago. Before Alethaine was born you had dealt with such things together. Be it a monster hunting or helping with contracts. But life changed seven years ago. 

You two became parents.

A little girl, a silver-curled elf with long pointy ears, is so delicate as if made of crystals. She has long vampiric fangs and can walk on the ceilings. A tiny copy of her father — Astarion was in tears when he realized that. 

“Bye!”, Alethaine wears her warm winter coat and hat but her long ears stick out.

“Cover them!”

“It hurts when I do that!”

You sigh. Elven ears are so sensitive it hurts to tuck them under heavy winter hats. As a half-elf yourself you can relate though yours are much smaller.

You take a scarf and wrap your daughter’s head in it. By doing that you can’t resist touching her ears which twitch a bit. The girl giggles, baring her fangs. It’s a funny image – the dhampir fangs grew up many years ago and didn’t show any signs of being “baby fangs”. They were probably a single set for all her life which will last for many centuries, growing along with the rest of her body.

But her “baby” incisors have already fallen out.

“Alethaine! Come on!” the dwarf boy waves to her. Alethaine frees herself from your hands and rushes toward her friends.

The moment she is outside, she takes the scarf freeing her ears to the cold air. 

You let it go. 

Sticking at home on your own is boring so you take out a two-handed ax and go outside to take care of it. You never know when the weapon is needed. Here, far in the wilderness dangers lurk in the dark. Wild trolls, gnolls, werewolves, bandits, name it yourself. Townsfolk aren’t people of war and they rely on you, a retired adventurer, to protect them. 

So, you always have to be ready.

The process completely takes you over as the early night falls upon the world and prickly stars start shining in the skies.

And then suddenly…

You are lifted in the air by strong hands.

“Astarion!” you exclaim and wrap your hands around his neck.

He kisses you and then looks into your eyes with love and adoration. But you can’t help but notice he is exhausted, with bruises and dark circles under his crimson eyes.

“Did something go wrong?”

“Darling, there was an obnoxious princess who could not take “no” for an answer, her brother who doesn’t process the idea that he is not as smart as he thinks. And three hags. Three, not one! And each of them had a personal contract with the girl, each contradicting the other one. What could possibly go wrong?”

“So, did you save the girl?”

“Depends. She won’t have to spend another five centuries being locked in a mirror. But she will be the hags’ servant for eighteen years, six for each of them. They also wanted to transform her into something I would call a half-rotten gnoll, but I managed to talk them out of it.”

“Two decades is long for a human.”

“Well, she wanted to make that boy her mindless lover for the rest of his human life so I think it’s fair. Her family didn’t agree, though, so I had to return on my own.”

“Did they pay you?”

“No, I stole some valuable possession of theirs”, he puts you on the ground and slips a ring on your finger. “It’s not enchanted, I checked.”

The ring is beautiful. It looks as if the fire was trapped inside it.

You two kiss again and get inside. The moment Astarion steps into the bedroom he starts undressing – he probably has been dreaming of getting rid of the dirty clothes for weeks. 

You smile. You’ve seen him undressing and naked thousands of times but you never get tired of it.

“I’ve seen Alethaine. She made those human children carry her on the sled,” he says.

 “If they don’t treat her well, who would sneak to other people’s houses to steal sweets?”

It is a common complaint. Apparently, Alethaine learned that if her feet are bare she makes no sound walking on the ceilings.

“I am tearing apart against the necessity to punish her for that and admiring her skills”, Astarion adds.

“You were a magistrate; I think you can find words to persuade a seven-year-old.”

“It’s much easier to persuade a devil than Alethaine!”

“Who could she take it from?”

He laughs and you approach Astarion for another kiss. You missed him. Gods knows, you missed him. You caress his strong shoulders ready to start something more sensual.

“Love”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to.”

You pull away and touch his cheek. There aren’t enough words in your vocabulary to express how proud you are of him. It’s been twenty-seven years but he still has issues with saying “no” to you. And you often find yourself in an intimate situation when you suddenly realize he doesn’t want to take part in it. Maybe, not to upset you. Maybe, out of stubbornness.

“Sure. What do you want, then? Bath? Blood? Sleep?”

“Everything you mentioned in that exact order.”

“Wait, I will prepare the bath.”

… Soon enough, Astarion sinks himself into the bathtub and you start washing his curls out of dirt while he scrubs his skin. You notice some bruises and scratches. They still haven’t healed properly and you try not to think how they looked a week ago.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I was butchered”, he answers, noticing your concerns.

“I wish I could come with you.”

“Darling. Alethaine is growing faster than a kitten – soon she will be old enough to be on her own. We will be doing this together again.”

You smile. Yes, that’s true. As a half-elf, you have much more time than humans. You are sixty-three, your human siblings are either long dead or very old. But you still look like you did when you were twenty. You have more than a century of life ahead. Plenty of time. For adventures, for miracles, for everything. Maybe, even for another child. 

You spend what looks like a pleasant eternity like this. Talking, laughing, smiling. At least twice Astarion takes your hand graciously and drinks blood from your wrists. His bruises and scratches immediately heal. Whatever blood he managed to take in the winter woods wasn’t enough.

When the water gets cold, Astarion gets out and dresses in clean clothes, a white shirt with an embroidered dragon and black trousers. 

… Together you sit in front of the fireplace. Astarion hugs you and you silently look at the fire. 

A loud thump wakes you from bliss. 

“Dad!” Alethaine cries out and in a moment the girl is on her father's lap.

“Hello, princess,” he stands up, lifting the girl in the air. You notice her ears have a purple color. “I see your teeth keep falling out”

Altethaine grins. And Astarion plants a gentle fatherly kiss on her forehead.

“Wait a moment, I brought you something” He puts Alethaine back on her feet, and she yawns like a cat. 

Astarion pulls out two books out of his travel sack. Alethaineimmediately opens the first one. You can see pictures and intricate Elven letters – despite being a half-elf you never learned how to read it, meanwhile Alethaine had learned to read and write both Common and Elven before she turned five.

“Is it Elven?” she asks. “I can’t understand what is written!”

“It’s Old Elven. A little bit different from the one we speak.”

Alethaine opens the other book and sees an image of an Elven woman with long silver hair, and dark eyes.

“She looks like me,” Alethaine says,

“Yes, that’s what I thought.”

You look at them unable to stop smiling. Monsters. A vampire and a dhampir. 

Your beloved monsters. The daughter and the husband. Sometimes you treat them like something given – besides, what is more “traditional” for a mortal woman than a child and a spouse? But Astarion never forgets, even for a moment, that these normal things are supposed to be impossible. He isn’t supposed to have a home, a wife, and a child. 

You remember him crying with the newborn in his arms. Mere seven years ago. You remember coming back from a “dragon slaying travel” in the middle of the night to see Astarion and Alethaine sliding down a hill together. You remember his stare – which he gives you every single morning. The look of adoration, love, and gratitude. 

The girl yawns once again, and you notice how sleepy she is. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” the girl pouts. “I wanna sleep.”

“Oh, all right then. But come downstairs if you feel hungry”, Astarion strokes her silver hair.

Alethaine approaches you and wraps her hands around your neck. You feel a soft prickle of her fangs on your shoulder. 

“Have a good sleep, kitten”, you say.

Alethaine snatches both of the books from the table and goes away. Unlike Elven children, Alethaine does sleep. Like a predator, deep in her dreams but waking up a moment something off happens. 

“So, I think we should follow her example”, Astarion lifts you up in the air bridal style. “It’s tediously boring to sleep alone, do you agree?”

You giggle. When Astarion leaves, Alethaine doesn’t let you sleep alone. She crawls into her parents' bed and hugs you from behind pressing her little nose into your back. Anyone would think the girl is afraid of darkness or monsters.

But it’s not that.

Alethaine, a half-monster herself, sincerely believes her mother needs to be protected. And if Astarion isn’t at home, it’s her duty to make sure nothing comes after you. Maybe you slay monsters with your two-handed ax but who knows what night can hide? 

You caress Astarion’s cheek.

“Yes, how could I even fall asleep without my beloved monsters?”

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[voidscreamintheories]

Kitten: Theory of a "Hunter"

Spoilers for Hunter The Parenting

So Kitten. He is our happy lil Br*tish hunter. He also is always wearing ski goggles, a sweater, and full face covering. Even in the one flashback image we have of him. As always we must acknowledge the DNA this series pulls from: Kitten was the Captain General in TTS, this is why he uses a spear with a gun and a stake at the end in HTP, it's a guardian spear by way of hunter. It was a running gag in TTS that his helmet was never removed, even all of his other garments were. Side tangent, 1. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING 2. I hope desperately Lockwarden and Santodes return in HTP, because both of those characters were immaculate and we didn't get enough of them. Side tangent complete.

TTS acknowledgement aside, let us consider what Kitten might be. In the audiolog between Kitten and Big D, kitten seems to question the existence of some supernatural creatures, like the witch. Yet two of them he is unphased by them being mentioned: The vampires, which makes sense as the family is hunting vamps and Kitten has fought a vamp (important later). And the werewolves. This is the sticking point to me: Kitten not only is unphased about the existence of werewolves, he in fact says "wait hang on you know about werewolves" to Big D. Now that's a might curious, why wouldn't Big D, master-hunter and well known supernaturalist know about werewolves, and even more so, why would Kitten know and Big D not?

My theory is that Kitten IS a were creature. But not a wolf. In World of Darkness there are a few species of shapechangers like the werewolves. The wolves are the most common, but the other kinds know of each other's existence as well. I propose that Kitten is a werecat. Not only this, I suspect Kitten is a specific kind of werecat, a metis (can someone who knows more about WoD tell me is this is pronounced Met-iss, a made up word, or May-tea, a real word for a real world group of people who this does not necessarily apply to). A metis (in world of darkness, not the real world ethno-cultural group) is a shapechanger born to two shapechanger parents. When they are born they come out in their warform, the half-human-half-animal "hollywood monster" form. These shapechangers often have malformations of some variety, and this can include very obvious animal features even in human form. Say for example, cat ears and fur. I think Kitten wears his ski stuff, and has ears on his hood because he is a lil catboy under that hood. As a werecat he would be familiar with the shapechanger culture and practices, he'd know about other shapechangers (notice in the black shuck story at one point he says "and it is [black shuck]" not "and it PROBABLY is", maybe because he actually knows who black shuck is?), and he'd be supernaturally strong. Perhaps even strong enough to overcome a vampire that just fed. Kitten describes his encounter with the vamp at college, with maybe a Ventrue or Torreador vamp (I think Ventrue because he was charismatic but had a need for a violent feeding), while these clans aren't the normal muscle for the vamps, they are stronger than humans. Yet Kitten managed to beat this vampire, even though he was hopped up on blood. I think our lil cat boy was using his own supernatural strength. Another thing mentioned around this story is the tragedy that befell Kitten's parents, which left him with the house. If they are shapechangers, there is the potential that Kitten killed them during his first change, a not uncommon occurence in Garou families. There's also the possibility that his parents were killed in the war that all Garou are fighting, or because they broke the litany (werewolf mascarade) by having a metis child.

Now. Problems. Both Grimal and Markus have cannonically "broken that boy". Now is Kitten a "sorry babe, the ski mask stays ON during sex" type gamer? Or do Grimal and Markus both know? Not sure! Grimal could probably be convinced he was just REALLY into cosplay, I bet. And Markus may have known about Kitten being a cat from their childhood, depending when they first met.

But! This lets me talk more about garou society as evidence for Kitten being a cat. In shapechanger society, a metis is often hidden from the public until they can control their form, so as to not give the game away on werewolves being real. Maybe Kitten was isolated as a child, making it harder for him to interact with other kids when he did eventually get his form *more* under control. Maybe in the time before he was allowed in public, he became a true gamer. Maybe Markus was one of the few kids weird enough to hang out with him. Maybe those lack of social skills brought him closer to Grimal when they first met, two strange weirdos with similar experiences (please Alfabusa don't make Grimal the ghoul, I don't want her to get Arcanum'd)

Also! The werecats have some characteristics in their culture that might explain why our lil cat friend isn't just vibing with the other werecats. Some of the Bastet (Bastet means werecat, Keikaku means plan) are VERY curious lil fellas. They seek out hidden knowledge and talk to other garou clans to learn their secrets all the time. Maybe Kitten became a hunter because of his in-built desire to be a gatherer of lore. This would also explain how he knows all these stories, and finds secrets in games. He just HAS to know these things. This would further explain why he is SO upset about being blacklisted, he wants desperately to be able to study and learn, but has been cut off.

In brief, I believe Kitten is a werecat and his lil sweater ears are not just a fetish thing. He joined the arcanum/our hunters because it's a great way to sate his innate curiosity.

Now something to consider, as many of us know, curiosity does have a certain reputation regarding cats...

#hunter: the parenting #hunter the parenting #h:tp #htp #fan theory #htp kitten

[doctorprofessorsong]

Destiel Fic Recs

Who needs to stuff your face with turkey when you can stuff your brain with fanfic? Fresh out of the oven, please enjoy these fic recs.

Raise the Black by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) @valleydean (Explicit, 246k)

There are passion projects and then there is Raise the Black which takes it to a whole new level. It's not surprising that the author of The Shawnee Trail and A Ghost Story knows how to write historical fiction, but there are so many gorgeous bits of pirate life in this fic from the superstitions to the metaphors tied to the sea. 

The story is a Pirate AU. A chance encounter has left Cas, an officer from the Royal Navy, with a lasting obsession with Dean Winchester, the notorious pirate Captain of the Impala. When presented with the opportunity to defect and save his son from the abusive practices of the Royal Navy, Cas finds himself a part of Dean’s crew. 

I cannot overstate how good this one is. The underlying pirate mythology and superstition, the horny sparring, the epic battle scenes and of course the incredibly unhinged Dean and Cas that drive this story. The story had me anxious, like literally unable to focus on work because I had to know what happened.

It's @valleydean so she gives us a happy ending, but she makes us pay dearly for it in angst (so sexy of her really). 

And it isn't just the Destiel. The casting is phenomenal. I would die for pirate Meg. The use of the younger generation (Jack, Emma, Claire, Kaia) is amazing. Sam, Benny and Charlie as pirates. Truly we get so many great characters in this one y'all.

Without giving too much away, I'll just day that this one falls into the sweeping epic category and the results are staggering.

o weary traveler by dothraki_shieldmaiden @dothwrites (Explicit, 107k)

OK. So you know when you are in like Chapter 1 of a fic and already know it's going to be one of your favorites? That was this fic for me.

A mash-up of the Odyssey and Beauty and the Beast, this fic grabbed me and refused to let go. When Dean and his crew are shipwrecked on an island, they inadvertently anger its inhabitant, Castiel. Cas, an exiled angel, decides to take revenge, culminating in a Beauty and the Beast style pact for Dean to accept punishment on behalf of his wayward crew. 

Cas in this fic is very much an ancient being lacking the human perspective and Dean is just some guy who hunts monsters. It's my favorite dynamic. The way they dance around each other and eventually come together is beautiful to watch.

Throw in some delightful worldbuilding and poetic prose and you have a powerhouse of an epic tale.

The Common Hours by quiettewandering @wanderingcas (Mature, WIP 29k so far)

I very rarely recommend WIPs, so you know when I do it's because I think there's something special about the fic. I honestly think this one and the process of getting a bit more information each week is worth diving into, even if you are normally a "wait until it's done" kind of reader (and if not, this one is worth at least marking to be read with stars and highlights and little hearts).

The fic is a twisty mystery that has me throwing out theories every chapter. Cas is an amnesiac trying to recover from trauma he doesn't understand or remember. Luckily, he met Charlie who has been helping him rebuild his life. But Cas is haunted by half memories and a forgotten life, especially the memory of a man with green eyes who inhabits his dreams.

I don't want to say too much because half of the joy of this fic is pulling at threads and watching to see how it unravels. I'll just leave it at this: the story is captivating and fresh and these versions of the characters instantly grabbed me and wouldn't let go.

Vibrato by Tiamatv  (Explicit, 69k)

Tiamatv really does write some bangers. I couldn't put this one down. They are both disasters in this fic, but in a way that makes you to hug them and smoosh their faces. Dean meets a cute boy, has a full blown bi panic, realizes he was an ass, and strikes up a friendship that morphs into a friendship with benefits that morphs into basically a long term relationship but they're both idiots. It's idiots to lovers (but still idiots) at its finest.

Oh and also Cas is a super old genetic vampire. Whoops. One of the most delightful things about this fic is how well tiamatv captures the ancient and terrible being and also just some accountant dynamic that makes Cas so deeply loveable.

Despite some heavy stuff, this one is fluffy cotton candy most of the time and it's really about their irresistible dynamic. It is immensely readable.

The Sweetest Con by aimforsplendor @aimforsplendor (Mature, 19k)

If you are looking for some fairly low angst fun, this DeanCasBang (Taylor's Version) entry is an absolute delight. Dean and Sam are Robin Hood type con men using tech to steal from the rich and give to those who need it. They've finally found the head of a crime network, a billionaire resembling a particularly prominent and news worthy one recently which makes it fairly cathartic actually. But the mission is threatened when Dean gets sidetracked by a particular blue-eyed hottie.

This one is plain fun with a healthy dose of humor and really likeable characters. This one is truly just readable. Fun and fairly light and with enough interesting turns you keep you on your toes. 

Anything You Can Do by FagurFiskur (Explicit, 21k)

From the Dean Winchester is an absolute disaster genre, this is a surprisingly sweet, crack-taken-seriously smutty romp. 

Dean overhears his soon to be ex-girlfriend Daphne talking to a friend about how their mutual rebound relationship isn't working, especially because her gay ex-fiance, Castiel, was better in bed. Dean can't possibly let that stand. 

So he does the only logical thing and tracks Cas down. And hooks up with him. So he can win at the sex. Even though he's totally straight. 

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[jessilynallendilla]

So I just read Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time and...it was ok

Had this come out when I was a kid and just watched Ultimate Enemy I would have gone absolutely feral over it

this show came out in 2004 so not quite sure how to feel about the updated technology IMO it would have been cool to have a time capsule of the show than the common floating timeline you see in comics

unlike with DC graphic novels you can tell the person that wrote this is actually a fan of the show and not a rando corporate pick the plot is plausible and the characters stay in character

A loyal tribute that brings in new lore and character growth

it also retcons the hated movie Phantom Planet

And it leaves enough to be curious for the sequel

People either seem to love it saying it's a good continuation the more serious take they wanted or hate it saying they're tired of villains being complex and redeemable and not pure evil anymore and the plot seems too much like tumblr fanfiction

I made notes as a read it so spoilers under the cut

Dash Kwan Paulina and Star are ghost hunters 

Tucker has instagram/twitter “Spectregram” fans 

The Fentons supply the town’s ghost hunting tech unasked 

Tucker’s wiki “click-a-pedia" has him listed as married to Ember 

Danny and Jazz just accept their father is such a bungler he can’t even kill a guy by abandoning him in space 

Dan was strong enough to dent the only thing that can contain him and just it being knocked off a shelf was enough for him to break out (why Clockwork the Master of Time never foresaw this happening moved it from a table to a more secure location ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ) 

So uh... Dan just absorbed “ate” Clockwork  

Ecto energy can reach atomic bomb levels so dimension ending threat there 

Since the Disasteroid his powers have been fading their theories match their personalities Tucker-science Sam-government Jazz-trauma  

“Do you have any childhood trauma you wanna talk about?” (like Jazz as if you weren’t there) 

Vlad found a primordial source of ecto energy and just kept that information to himself for a rainy day 

Jazz has a magical girl transformation for her ghost fighting suit 

Vlad is just “ignore those clones” (there in clothes so did Vlad just buy multiple copies of Danny’s favorite outfit how did he know his size) 

Vlad is such an old man who doesn’t know how to use modern computers 

“not a place of honor” ah the nuclear waste warning (we don’t really get much more exploration of this or the seven ancients) 

Sam is a horse girl 

Valerie still holding that grudge huh 

In Pariah’s Keep Danny is suffers from bad memories and holds Sam’s hand to comfort himself 

The Keep is Fright Knight’s domain  

Danny just forgets humans are the ghosts in the Ghost Zone (in line with how often he forgets what powers he has) 

Fright Knight calls Pariah his master 

Vlad is such a loser he keeps getting his shit kicked 

Maddie “That’s not my Danny.” 

The Ghost Zone and human world were split in half an unnatural divide 

Danny is still a C student (io don't think he's going to be an astronaut)

Ghosts are manifestations of human emotions not separate entities (take that Fartman) 

Eventually they start to lose their human identity it’s why some are less human 

Vlad has his own “Where’s the rest of it?” meme 

They figured out all ghosts run on some emotional drive or purpose  

Danny realizes his purpose is protection but now there’s no longer the monster of the week threat or his parents he never asked himself what he wanted 

Now instead of constant fighting he’ll help the ghost achieve their desires they just want to keep doing in death what they did in life and heal the rift 

Fight for control Clockwork 

Vlad finally grew as a person realizing it was his action and drive for power that drew everyone away and has making amends as his new purpose 

Dan just doesn’t want to be alone (makes sense the “no more painful human emotions” +Vlad’s anger and abandonment issues so he’s all the emotions and pain) 

Dan is destabilizing flashing back to his pre Dark child form because he’s a being outside his destroyed timeline  

Danny is the GOAT 

Clockwork needs to fix what he can of the time streams and Danny has two choices Post Disasteroid+no powers or Pre Disasteroid+powers  

Danny gives up being accepted so he can fix the realms “I’m Danny Phantom, proctor of humans and ghosts!” 

They are back to being invisible losers and Sam is just happy goths aren’t popular anymore 

The city doesn’t know how they avoided the Disasteroid but the Mayor declares ghosts are responsible for everything the city will now have a branch of ghost hunters and Danny Phantom is again public enemy #1 

Clockwork transfers Dan from Vlad into one of the empty clones he’s Vlad’s responsibility now he’ll be too busy to help again 

Clockwork’s powers are finite (so he isn’t omnipotent and all powerful) but he still feels something wrong in the stitches he feels weaker now 

And Valerie has a Time Medallion and is pissed (but there was a Valerie in the crowd at the Mayor’s speech so the two Valeries might meet up in the sequel)  

Jazz is ecstatic she was right about ghosts being emotions based  

#danny phantom #a glitch in time #agit #what I'm reading

[richincolor]

New Releases

A bunch of new books coming out this week and all but one are sequels or trilogies. I'm personally excited for The Lady of Rapture by Sarah Raughley which is the third book in the Bones of Ruin series. Which book will you be purchasing this week?

Click to read more about this week's new releases.

Dear Wendy by Ann Zhao Feiwel & Friends

Dear Wendy’s Sophie and Jo, two aromantic and asexual students at Wellesley College, engage in an online feud while unknowingly becoming friends in real life, in this dual POV Young Adult contemporary debut from Ann Zhao. Sophie Chi is in her first year at Wellesley College (despite her parents’ wishes that she attend a “real” university, rather than a liberal arts school) and has long accepted her aromantic and asexual identities. Despite knowing she’ll never fall in love, she enjoys running an Instagram account that offers relationship advice to students at Wellesley. No one except her roommate knows that she’s behind the incredibly popular “Dear Wendy” account. When Joanna “Jo” Ephron―also a first-year student at Wellesley―created their “Sincerely Wanda” account, it wasn’t at all meant to be serious or take off like it does―not like Dear Wendy’s. But now they might have a rivalry of sorts with Dear Wendy? Oops . As if Jo’s not busy enough having existential crises over gender, the fact that she’ll never truly be loved or be enough, or her few friends finding The One and forgetting her! While tensions are rising online, Sophie and Jo are getting closer in real life, bonding over their shared aroace identities. As their friendship develops and they work together to start a campus organization for other a-spec students, can their growing bond survive if they learn just who’s behind the Wendy and Wanda accounts? With its exploration of a-spec identities, college life, and more, this platonic comedy, perfect for fans of Netflix’s The Half of It and Alice Oseman’s Loveless, is ultimately a love story about two people who are not―and will not―be in love!

Calling of Light (Shamanborn #3) by Lori M. Lee Page Street YA

Queen Meilyr is dead, and a tenuous peace has settled over Evewyn. King Meilek’s acension has ended his sister’s oppression of the shamanborn, marking a new start for the country where Sirscha, once a prisoner, has been elevated to a position as the King’s Shadow. Yet, beneath the surface, tensions between shamanborn and other citizens remain high. Conflicts rage at Evewyn’s borders. The Soulless still lurks in the darkness. And while some might call Sirscha a hero for allegedly killing the Queen, to many she’s a monster―a soulrender just like the Soulless. Sometimes Sirscha even believes that herself. But Sirscha recognizes the Soulless as the world’s common enemy, and she is determined to hunt him down to prevent yet another war. As the Soulless reemerges and both his power and the Dead Wood grow, Sirscha knows time is running short. She’ll have to trust in her true friends―and her own power―if she hopes to end the Soulless’s hold over the land for good. When defeating him requires a sacrifice too terrible to conceive, Sirscha will have to decide how far she’s willing to go to save Evewyn.

The Lady of Rapture (The Bones of Ruin #3) by Sarah Raughley Margaret K. McElderry Books

For years, the elite secret society called the Enlightenment Committee has waited for the apocalyptic force known as Hiva to destroy the world as it has so many times before. What the Committee didn’t know, however, was that Hiva wasn’t an event—it was a person. Iris Marlow. An African tightrope dancer with no memories of her past. A girl who cannot die. At least, she couldn’t die. Until her own friends discovered her one weakness and murdered her once and for all. The world-ending threat she posed should be gone too, but there’s one more Hiva out there, and unlike Iris, this one has no love for humanity. In her absence, this Hiva has taken it upon himself to judge if humanity deserves to live. But when it comes to Hivas, the judgment is always the same. The ending is always total destruction. And while Iris is dead, she’s not gone—and after the betrayal that ended her life as Iris, she is now out for revenge. The world’s days are numbered. The Cataclysm has begun.

To Gaze Upon Wicked Gods (To Gaze Upon Wicked Gods #1) by Molly X. Chang Del Rey

She has power over death. He has power over her. When two enemies strike a dangerous bargain, will they end a war . . . or ignite one? Heroes die, cowards live. Daughter of a conquered world, Ruying hates the invaders who descended from the heavens long before she was born and defeated the magic of her people with technologies unlike anything her world had ever seen. Blessed by Death, born with the ability to pull the life right out of mortal bodies, Ruying shouldn’t have to fear these foreign invaders, but she does. Especially because she wants to keep herself and her family safe. When Ruying’s Gift is discovered by an enemy prince, he offers her an impossible deal: If she becomes his private assassin and eliminates his political rivals—whose deaths he swears would be for the good of both their worlds and would protect her people from further brutalization—her family will never starve or suffer harm again. But to accept this bargain, she must use the powers she has always feared, powers that will shave years off her own existence. Can Ruying trust this prince, whose promises of a better world make her heart ache and whose smiles make her pulse beat faster? Are the evils of this agreement really in the service of a much greater good? Or will she betray her entire nation by protecting those she loves the most?

Sheine Lende (Elatsoe #2) by Darcie Little Badger Levine Querido

Darcie Little Badger’s Elatsoe launched her career and in the years since has become a beloved favorite. This prequel to Elatsoe, centered on Ellie’s grandmother, deepens and expands Darcie’s one-of-a-kind world and introduces us to another cast of characters that will wend their way around readers’ hearts. Shane works with her mother and their ghost dogs, tracking down missing persons even when their families can’t afford to pay. Their own family was displaced from their traditional home years ago following a devastating flood – and the loss of Shane’s father and her grandparents. They don’t think they’ll ever get their home back. Then Shane’s mother and a local boy go missing, after a strange interaction with a fairy ring. Shane, her brother, her friends, and her lone, surviving grandparent – who isn’t to be trusted – set off on the road to find them. But they may not be anywhere in this world – or this place in time. Nevertheless, Shane is going to find them.

#new releases #young adult books #weneeddiversebooks

[bonefall]

Never done an ask before, so this is interesting. Anyways, I decided to try my hand at translating some of my OCs into Clanmew! Forewarning, I was doing this while playing COD with my siblings, and had some trouble with translating!

FlintShadow - Swarfyfwasha; I couldn't find flint, so I went with this.

BadgerHeart - Pihabababun: I also couldn't find badger, so I don't know if I'm just bad at using google sheets, or... But I think this name is fun to pronounce even though he's evil. Really funny.

BristleStrike - Bachkubo: I almost went with Marrl for his prefix instead, but I didn't want it to be so negative.

ChestnutScar - Konchyach: I just couldn't find most of the prefixes, though that could've just been my inexperience. I also kinda like how this one's pronounced, too.

FoxFang - Aowaoki: I find this one is pretty cute sounding.

OakThistle - Byochkegkep: He's got a mouthful of a name! Really like it, though. I went pretty generic with the Thistle part, since I didn't know the connotations or much about the specific plants and didn't have time between COD matches to do so. Sorry.

BuzzardStrike - Yassgakubo: this guy is BristleStrike's, ChestnutScar's and OakThistle's father. Not very nice, either.

StarlingFrost - Kaawiachiki: This is the main girl, younger half-sister to FlintShadow and BadgerHeart. She's also lesbian, so that's great. Actually, LeopardStep is her mate.

LeopardStep - Saorpappap: I figure there's a better word for 'Step', but it's late where I'm from and I have school tomorrow. It's also really cute, but it doesn't really fit her personality. She's more out-spoken and brazen and things like that.

Yeah, so... These certainly are not the best, but I think they're good for my first shot at this. It was actually pretty fun! Of course, if you have better ideas for the translation, I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism!

I love your BB AU, btw! And it has inspired me to work on my own OC clans! Sorry for how long this is!

You did excellently! These names are great!

Here's a scattershot of some fresh words for you;

Chestnut (Aesculus hippocastanum) = Koneq Note that in Clanmew, a name for a plant refers to the ENTIRE organism, so this word refers to a horse chestnut tree. This is actually because Clan cats are obligate carnivores, they mostly think of trees and plants in terms of how they affect HUNTING, not the edible things they produce. They also wouldn't distinguish between the Horse Chestnut and the Sweet Chestnut. This is because prey will eat the nuts equally, but sweet chestnuts can finicky. They don't grow well in the wild. Even if the Clan cats had access to a couple of sweet chestnuts, they would just assume it's a chestnut with differently-shaped leaves and never find out that their nuts are edible, because horse chestnuts are HIGHLY poisonous to cats. They would not risk trying to eat a sweet chestnut, assuming that it's the same type of toxic rock as a horse chestnut.

Conker = Okikwo Comes from Spike + Ball. One of the very few fruits that has a unique name unrelated to its "plant" in Clanmew! Conkers are the green, spiky "nut" (nekboq) containing poisonous "acorns" (kong) that come from chestnut trees. They are often wrapped in leather and used as balls, though some games just play with an unwrapped conker (ow).

Flint = Boshur Etymology unclear; Possibly Stone + Holy + Pale. Found exclusively at the Mothermouth, which is an abandoned quartz mine. Because there is no other good source of flint at Sanctuary Lake, the pieces that were brought with the Clans fleeing the destruction of the White Hart have become precious heirlooms. Flint is the most reliable way of making fire. Clan cats believe that it is a gift from StarClan, and reacts when struck against the "evil" fake-flint that Humans try to clad their monsters and fences in (metal).

Stance, gait, "way of walking," most common form of the "step" suffix = Yam Most of the time, if a specific verb for a type of walking isn't used, -step is "yam." When used with a prefix, it implies that they MOVE like the thing they are named after. It means a bit more than just a single physical step, or a particular movement, it's the WAY it moves around.

Pawprint, animal track = Pabyam Self-explanatory. The impression of an animal's foot on the ground.

And, lastly, badger is mair. I realized that we just didn't have a word for it a while ago, and I was also taken aback by that. It's surprising we went this long without it, lmao.

#clanmew #oc submission

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Touchstarved rant

Let me start with vere obviously he is a dipshit to the MC. A fox with a slick tongue and fangs barred at all times. He has chains to keep him in check. The senobium uses him to hunt monsters. Why not do it themselves? Build a barrier to keep monsters out at night? Why not help the people of the city?

Kuras I have a couple questions. Was he can't out of heaven as a fallen angel? Or was he human then a angle and cast out? What was his sin? Or is he punishing himself of something he thinks he needs to repent?

Leander curse form wails all kinds of fucked up from the others. Here me out....his form is himself. At first he seems kind (too good to be true) but has hidden motives like the others. And there are theories of him being possessive and yandere. What I think is he might turn out to be a common monster we overlook daily. A sociopath, psychopath, or serial killer that will show himself in broad daylight which obsesses over Mc. This man could possibly be the embodiment of craziness and chaos.

Ais is a straight-up demon. Like kuras is he fallen or born a a demon? Or is he a half blood like vere said himself. Was he summoned? I need to know his deal.

Mhin is a mood. Resting Bitch face all day long. Are they a person? Are they a crow? Do they belong to six of crows? They had my heart but then when they picked up my mc I started screaming at my mc to fight back. They give me vibes that they're anxious 24/7 and seen some shit to close themselves off. Anyway, I have to analyze them to know them on a spiritual and emotional level.

Lastly, How old is all five of these fine individuals? I need to know. That's it that is all that's been on my mind when thinking of these guys. Also the devs saying the 18+ is only gore and not sexual content is fine with me. I get they put a lot of work into this demo. And the fact we will focus on the lore than just fan service pleases my mind. And we have fanfiction so.....🥴. Plus the lack of female routes is not bothering me because I still love all the characters shown so far and two new ones. I will be waiting two years for this game.

#touch starved #just ranting #Theories #vere touchstarved #mhin touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #ais touchstarved #leander touchstarved

[bubblegumfrosting]

Hunted

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You’ve been hunted by both hunters and vampires for almost a year. What will happen when the Winchesters stumble across you?

Warnings: swearing, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, attempted SA, blood, graphic descriptions (not of SA), vomit, guns

A/n: This is the first part to this mini series I’m writing, it’s a little on the heavier side but I hope you enjoy what I came up with so far!

P.S. links to other parts below fic <33

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

For half a year now you’ve been hunted by both vampires and humans alike. You’re all alone in this unforgiving world and it seems like everyone wants you dead, including yourself. Wow that got depressing fast, let me explain your situation.

When you were turned into this...monster, something went wrong. You weren’t like the other blood sucking vamps, not fully vamp nor human, some hybrid in between.

Luckily this meant you didn’t have to feed on human blood for survival but because of that the other vampires see you as “impure”.

So here you were in some shady motel in Kansas. Just last week you were in some other shady motel in Iowa but were chased out of the state by hunters. This was a common routine for you, find a place to stay for a couple weeks than flee.

You learned over time to never get attached to where you settled down, the word consistency had no meaning in your ever changing life.

It was night time and the street lamps shined an orange glow into your room. The smell of old wallpaper mixed with dust tickled your nose. You sat on the musty bed and held a photo of your family close to your chest, they have no idea where you were and it needs to remain that way.

You were homesick but it would be selfish to expose your family to the dangers of your new life. It’s for their own good that they assume you were dead.

You tossed the photo aside and brought yourself to your feet, you needed a drink. You were new to the area so the possibility of hunters or other vampires knowing you were here was slim to none.

After collecting a few things you made your way out of the motel room.

You walked through alley ways to avoid others, it’s kind of ironic how you used to be afraid of dark alleyways but now they bring you a sorta of comfort.

After walking about two more blocks you eventually stumbled upon a small bar. As you entered no one payed any mind to you so you deemed it safe. You seated yourself at the bar and ordered your usual.

You liked being out, being treated like you were just some boring human with a mundane life. These are the moments that you envied your past, you used to be terrified of being seen as “boring” but now you want to be just that.

After downing two more drinks you felt satisfied. You were numb enough to not worry about your shitty life but not too numb where you were drunk.

“Thanks!”, you spoke to the bartender and handed him money for the drinks.

As you made your way out of the bar a man around your age got up from his seat to leave as well.

‘It’s just a coincidence.’, you reassured yourself.

The man seemed too young and happy to be a hunter and you didn’t bother considering if he was a vampire because his skin was far too vibrant.

You quickly dismissed any suspicions of the man and began to retrace your steps. Humming the melody to your favorite song you walked with not a care in the world, god you loved alcohol, the best medicine.

Before you could take another step a forced pushed you up against the alley way wall. The man from before had you pinned down between his arms. He smelt of booze and cigarettes, a disgusting pair.

Any normal vampire could muscle their way out of this situation but you weren’t like the others. The only “vampire” traits you have are heightened senses, agility, stealth, and fangs (and that isn’t the best idea for dealing with humans). Yes this means you’re not immortal, you can be killed by anything a human could be killed by, have no regeneration, and you can’t even run fast or lift a car.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, shove off!”, you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge.

He drunkenly smiles and spoke, “Just keep still for me.”.

The man pushed you to your knees and started to unbutton his pants, no matter how hard you tried to get up he’d just push you down again. Your knees stung from the hard cement tearing at your flesh. Right when you started to cry everything went black.

When you finally came back to reality you were covered in blood. The man laid grotesquely on the ground dead, the taste of iron filled your mouth and you puked.

You just stood in place for a couple of minutes in shock. You didn’t know what happened but you knew you had to flee the scene.

You ran fast ignoring the cry of a woman who most definitely stumbled across the corpse. You didn’t care to think about what happened, you only knew not to get caught.

You breathlessly entered the motel room and locked the door. You undressed yourself and threw the ruined clothes into the trash refusing to even look at them.

You needed to shower, you needed to wash away the sweat, vomit, and blood that accumulated over your body. You needed to wash away the events of tonight.

You stood there until the hot water turned cold, finally deciding to get out you dried yourself with the rough motel towels.

The next couple of days you locked yourself in the motel room refusing to eat or sleep. You listened to the news on the television, “No one has been able to identify the body of the male victim founded in (enter alleyway street name) yet.”, the news anchor said.

You knew why no one could identify him, his face was.. mutilated beyond recognition.

“Police still have no leads on what happened but experts are speculating this to be an animal attack.”.

Hunters know the signs of a vampire attack but this look more like a werewolf attack rather than a vamp.

It was too risky to flee the state, hunters are sure to be in town looking at this case. You determined it to be safest to stay put.

The day drew on and on, you had nothing to do besides watch cartoons on the staticky television and contemplate what the hell happened that night.

You never killed anyone before, you felt disgusted with yourself but also happy nothing bad happened to you. You felt selfish but distracted yourself with bad Chinese food and a fly that buzzed around.

It was around noon when you heard a knock on your door. You stayed quiet, “Hello? Anyone home?”, a man’s voice was heard.

Hunters.

“No one, maybe she didn’t see her run this way Sam?”, a huskier voice spoke.

You could see eyes trying to pier through the window so you retreated into the bathroom. You closed the door quietly and relaxed. Right when you thought you were safe you leaned against the sink but knocked a glass cup in the process.

A loud clang rang through the room and glass shards scattered across the tile floor, “Fuck!”, you cursed as a piece of glass embedded itself into your foot.

The events that followed seemed to go by quickly. The door to your room was pushed open violently and foot steps could be heard pacing through the room.

“Dean, check the bathroom.”, this is it, this is where you die.

You sat on the cold floor breathing rapidly trying not to think about your aching foot. The door handle turned slowly and you braced yourself.

These are the moments you wished to black out again and wake up unharmed and your enemy dead.

When the door swung open there stood a man with a gun pointing directly at you. His eyes were a deep green and he wore a leather coat.

The man immediately noticed the blood from your foot creating a pool of blood on the ground, “Are you going to kill me or what?!”, you spit and your fangs came out.

The other man came up behind the green eyed man and stared down at you. He was much taller than the other one.

“What? You aren’t gonna make this fun for us?”, you started to get woozy from the blood loss and with that you passed out.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #supernatural x y/n #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester/reader #dean winchester x you #Dean Winchester/you #Dean Winchester x y/n #dean x reader #dean/reader #dean/you #Dean x you #dean winchester fanfiction #Dean Winchester imagine #Dean Winchester oneshot #vampire #vampire reader #angst with a happy ending

[gay-dorito-dust]

Idea by @theoddballinyourcloset (ngl this was kinda eh but I hope this is what you wanted.)

It was dusk when you set out of your small cottage home and into the imposing forest for some food to prep for your dinner later and perhaps, if you had time to spare that is, pluck some wild fruits and nuts that were safe enough to eat for a snack later on. The forest itself was nothing short of a home away from home for witches like you, all in due to the tall tales humans of the village would spout about the forest that would be later remembered as the Obsidian Forest. The contents in which is included in these tales were of no real importance and in thanks to the tales humans rarely venture as far as the entrance before tucking tail and running away. Yet there were those foolish enough to think they could brave the venture alone; needless to say they were never saw exiting the forest the same as they did when they entered.

This foreboding forest is also where you came across the half covered and heavily injured form of Jack Russell; Slash marks covered the broadside of his back whilst the rest of him was littered with the unmistakable burns of that of a cattle prod and hand shaped bruising. The poor man looked worse for wear but something within you spoke of an uncomfortable truth that he may have been subjected to much worse. Without much hesitation on your part, you rushed to his side and began to make him comfortable for when he did awaken by using his overtly large coat as a makeshift pillow. Your brows furrowed in concentration as you put all your effort into channeling your magic within the palm of your hands where they glowed within the dim forest; almost as though fireflies were just beneath your skin in a soft shade of f/c. You then proceeded to hover a hand over his wounds, murmuring the required spell until you were satisfied that the once torn skin were nothing but faded scarring before repeating the action for another awhile longer.

By the time you had finished patching every possible wound on Jack’s body and searching for even the most missable ones, you had severely tried yourself out to the point where you couldn’t lift so much as a finger nor a thumb without your muscles groaning for rest. ‘You too kind hearted for this life y/n.’ Was a common sentence you’ve heard growing up. Your parents said it the most, whether it was as a compliment or a demand that you should change your ways to better suit the times you were living in; you soon grew to become prideful with the fact that you held more humanity within your pinky finger then most, whilst making sure to never let your kindness mistake others into thinking they could take advantage of you. Once you discovered that not only could you heal but also inflict harm on others by means of transferring the pain.

Their screams of horror when they saw their own limbs dropping off in rotting clumps of flesh until there was nothing remaining of them would forever etched within your mind. You swore from then on that you would only cause harm when the situation asked for you to do so not because you wanted or desired to. It would only be giving into the false pretences that humans stigmatised you with, therefore giving them more justifiable reasonings as to hunt you and other monsters into extinction. You glanced over at Jack and vowed that while he healed you would protect him by any means should your hand be forced. Which was unlikely because as aforementioned, the forest was barely inhabited by anything of flesh and bone, supernatural or otherwise. So for the time being you were safe to rest your weary eyes that struggled to remain open for longer then a fraction of a second.

Jack opened his eyes not long after you closed yours. He sat up and to his surprise his body was rid of all wounds from the night before, he couldn’t remember how he managed to get as far as he did but what amount he did remember before passing out was a blurred silhouette. A witch who smelt of vanilla or was it camomile, Rosemary, poppy milk, spiced apple and Passion flowers; Smells that were sweet and soothing that it lulled him into a dreamless slumber free of any pain. Sure he could heal relatively quickly, however his wounds would’ve taken a lot longer to repair the damage dealt his body; Even then he would still have some scars as remnants of their existence but as he searched his body. Yet it seemed as though he was never hurt in the first place, the only evidence he had from last nights events being real and not some dream was the throbbing ache in his muscles from all the running he did to put distance between him and the hunters that were after him.

They were persistent he has to give them that but as soon as he entered the very forest he found himself staring up the canopies, they stumbled over one another in their efforts to halt their momentum, cursing aloud the obsidian forest for protecting another freak of nature before begrudgingly retreating back the way they came. Jack had heard about this very forest but has passed through it several times without harm, the tales that spoke of the forest being a sentient safe haven for monsters and outcasts alike were false. The forest was just that, a regular old forest with a bad reputation stretched to it. Though he had to agree that it was incredibly dense and desolate of any and all light for a forest. So much so that it was hard to be for certain that what you were stepping on was a root and not the decaying body of someone who had gotten lost trying to get back home.

“What the?” “I see you’re finally awake. Thank goodness the severity of your wounds were well…quite severe.” You said, rubbing your eyes free of crusted sleep to look at the male who only stared back at you in confusion, his head tilted like a puppy dog. “Who-who are you?” Jack asked as his sense of smell picked up on the same scents he smelt before passing out. The smells of Poppy milk, rosemary, spice apple, Passion flower and a combination of camomile and vanilla. You smiled, waving a hand in the air to produce a deep purple passionflower before handing it to over to Jack who held it like he was bound to break it. “I’m y/n, I’m the witch who found you pass out just beneath this here tree and healed you of your ailments.” Jack toyed with the passionflower between his fingers out of nervousness of being healed by a witch as beautifully stunning as yourself and a little self conscious of the scars you must’ve seen litter his body. “Ah I see, thank you for that by the way,” he uttered sheepishly before remembering his manners, “I’m Jack.”

You watched in amusement when Jack quickly realised the hand that he had offered to you was still holding onto the passionflower you had gifted him. In which to an outside perspective it looked like he was gifting you the flower back out of curtsy in an cute yet awkward kind of way. “I’m sorry.” He started as he placed the flower down by his coat, making sure it wasn’t anywhere it could potentially get crushed. “I wasn’t-“ you cut his words short by placing your hand over his in reassurance. “it’s fine Jack. There’s no need to apologise to me but,” you paused briefly as Jack perked up at your hesitance, “may I ask how it is you got hurt that badly?” Jack subconsciously squeezed your hand whilst shrugging his shoulders as he replied nonchalantly. “Hunters found out I’m not exactly human in the way that a human is a human.” The male scratched the back of his ear absentmindedly, a possible byproduct of his canine instincts.

Jack looked at you, “how bad did they look?” You took a deep breath as you recounted the seemingly endless array of wounds he has accumulated. “Cattle prod burns along your arms, slash marks the width of my forearm across your upper and lower back that were on the verge of becoming infected, mass bruising and puncture wounds from arrows, and if not arrows, crossbows. So yeah you took quite the bit of energy out of me.” You finished, looking at Jack, who’s eyes held no visible change upon first glance but were in fact filled with disbelief in how he was somehow managed to survive for as long as he did with those wounds. It was truly a miracle indeed but when you offhandedly mentioned about being absolutely drained after healing him, he felt as though he was partially to blame for not being more considerate with himself.

Why didn’t you just pass him by? You could’ve save yourself the energy by doing so. What if the hunters decided to gather reinforcements and charge into the forest just as you were halfway through healing him, leaving yourself defenceless to their violence. These were just a small percentage of the thoughts that ran through Jack’s head, even though he had just met you he already felt quite deeply about you that the thought of you being hurt in a cowardly move made him feel even worse. You were too kind for your one good that was for certain. Jack moved so he was informed of you, clasping both hands over your own as he gently rested his forehead against your own, making sure you were looking into each other’s eyes. “Please don’t put yourself in a vulnerable position ever again; Not for my sake or anyone else’s. I can heal quite fast, you needn’t worry about me or overexert your powers on me.” He pleads with you. “I know we just met but…I don’t want you getting hurt because I wasn’t being more cautious.”

You held his hands close to your chest, “I’ll take your words into account as long as you also take your own words into account. You were just as much at risk of dying that night as I was,” you said, worry lacing your words, “if anything it seems as though we need each other to survive. I’m not that physically but you on the other hand are and while you can heal fast, I can heal you faster.” You explained, interlocking your fingers with his so that you palms were pressed firmly against his calloused ones before lifting them up for Jack see. “Look, we fit perfectly together.” He smiled down at your hands before looking back up into your eyes. “That was never in doubt.” He replied.

#mcu x you #mcu x reader #mcu imagines #marvel fanfic #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel imagine #werewolf by night x you #werewolf by night imagine #werewolf by night imagines #werewolf by night x reader #jack russell x reader #jack russell imagines #jack russell imagine #jack russell x you #jack russell fanfic #jack russell fic #wbn x you #wbn x reader #wbn fic #wbn fanfic #wbn imagine #wbn imagines

[archangelofzion]

Till Death

{TWD fanfiction}

Summary: Daryl Dixon met Elaina in Atlanta a few months before Rick joined the group. Realizing she has more in common with him than most anyone he’s met he offers her to return to the Quarry with her where she begins to form a close bond with him and his brother Merle Dixon.

The city looked morbid in the cloudy light, the remnants of a storm still blocking the sun.

Wind crawled across the streets, sending garbage and leaves rolling along the abandoned sidewalks.

There was absolutely no one there... human life completely gone.

Daryl Dixon squinted as he looked down to the streets below, a backpack full of random supplies slung over one shoulder, his crossbow on the other as he scanned for danger, after a good sweep he saw nothing but an occasional pigeon and the abandoned city that gave off an eerie vibe. The walkers must have all been hiding from the light somewhere.

He walked across the roof and started climbing down the metal rungs of a rusted ladder on the side of the building, grunting softly with the weight on his back when he dropped to the ground, sweat ran down his temples, making his hair stick to his forehead in the heat.

He would've just kept walking, making it to get out of the city and head back to camp, the group was a bit much today, making him need a break, a chance to go and be in peace by himself while making use of the time getting supplies—maybe as an excuse. And without a word to his brother he'd mounted his bike and rode, letting his thoughts fly away in the wind until he found himself in the city known for its infestation, yet he still went in, alone, just one man with a few arrows and a hunting knife. He'd be fine, being alone had suited him well.

With a huff he looked and could see it was about midday, meaning he'd just barely make it back to camp before it got dark but only if he left now—

A clatter came from down the street behind him, and he ducked quickly into a corner to hide, the clatter was followed with a chorus of moans and snarls; walkers... then grunting, a person, someone live.

His brow furrowed and he jogged around the corner, looking around in search of who the walkers were after.

Then a scream rang out, a woman's scream.

Something strange clicked in him and before he knew it he was running around to the street, being met with a bit over a dozen walkers, all focused on something at the other side of the steeet, away from him, and from his vantage he could see that there was indeed a woman fighting for her life against the monsters, a spear crafted from a sharpened pole in her hands.

Daryl watched for a few more moments as she shook one off her leg, stabbing it in the face soon after, she whirled and did the same to three more, but they were boxing her in quickly. He had to snap himself out of his state of shock at actually seeing someone alive to finally start moving, but he'd never seen a woman like this before.

Yes, he'd seen plenty of women, and spent every day around Lori and Andrea and the others at camp, but none of them were even half like the one at the end of the street. Hell, if he didn't know any better he'd think his brother had been out in a females body, with the way she fought against the dead coming at her, animalistic and fiery.

Daryl ran and aimed his crossbow, just as another walker grabbed the woman's shoulders, pushing her down to the ground and lowering itself to bite, he let his arrow fly, and it tore straight through its face, making her gasp and jerk her head to look when it fell to the side.

She kicked another away, aiming her spear and striking another through the face, she spun around and tore a long dagger from a holster on her leg, stabbing one then another in just a few seconds.

Daryl aimed and shot two more through the heads, just as the woman had to spin around and stab one right before it bit the side of her face off there was another that grabbed her arm, he shot it right when it did.

With Daryl's last kill it left just the two of them standing in the street now, and for a few moments all he did was stand there and pant softly, watching as the woman stared at him in question and even suspicion, grabbing back her spear and sheathing her knife.

He walked closer and yanked an arrow from the skull of a walker, wiping it on his pant leg before returning it to its place under the crossbow.

"Who're you?" The woman finally asked, brow raised and her right hip jutted a little from her body as she held her spear like a staff in her left hand.

"The one who just saved your ass." He answered, jerking another arrow back.

"I had everything under control."

"Yeah, that ain't what that walker drooling down your face told me."

"Lookin' to rob me?" She asked, voice a little lower.

"Why would I risk my skin if I was just gonna turn around and mug ya?"

"Don't know if you got the memo but the world's gone to hell, people do crazy stuff now."

"I'll give you that. But I'll also give you crazy stuff like getting chased by a mob of geeks alone out here."

"I don't exactly see an armada with you." She gestured to him with a wave of her free hand.

"Well, that's 'cause I ain't the type who needs someone to take care of them, sugar."

He had taken enough steps forward to where he was standing just a few feet from her, and able to get a better look at her features.

She was probably about five-feet-five or six inches, her dark brown hair had faded blue streaks and probably would have reached her breast if it weren't in the high ponytail she wore. Her skin was tanned, making her almond-shaped hazel-green eyes seem even more vibrant. And her narrow hourglass body was toned and lean. She was definitely tough before the apocalypse.

"Supply run?" She asked.

"Sort of. Why?"

She inclined her head to the left. "Big convenience store about three blocks away, usually ain't overrun. There's still most of the things there that haven't been scavenged."

He looked up in the direction she'd shown, squinting in the sunlight.

She cocked her head and watched him for a few more moments, then turned on her heel slowly, walking down the street.

"So that's it?" He called after her, but not too loudly. "You just walk away?"

She looked over her shoulder as she kept going. "I don't know you, you don't know me, and frankly you can't trust anyone these days, maybe I'll see you around."

She turned her head back in front of her and kept walking, Daryl stood there and watched, "Women..." he scoffed to himself, grabbing the strap of his crossbow, but found himself half smirking.

+++

She'd never been one to feel an actual urge to not leave someone, no, she'd always been the type to walk away.

Surviving in the city had been hell since the outbreak, alone for most of it, but even as she'd thought that was it and she'd die alone in these streets, torn to shreds by the undead. Alone, just like she'd always assumed her fate to be. But no, that man had come out of nowhere, he didn't know her, either, owed her nothing, and still, he helped.

She never even asked his name.

With a sigh she rubbed a hand over her face, looking back in the direction she'd came from, then started walking back.

+++

The sun was getting to the edge of the sky, and Daryl knew he should head back, but didn't want to leave.

His mind was deep in thought as he came around a street corner, and found himself face-to-face with a horde of walkers.

He jumped back and started running, only seven arrows and a knife wouldn't kill at least two dozen of those things.

Their hideous moans and snarls filled the air as they gave chase, some stumbling and dragging their limbs while others could run almost like a live person.

The next alleyway was a dead end, and he ran to try and scale the wall, three walkers caught up with him before he made it, he spun around to stab his knife into their faces, grabbing the wire fence and throwing himself over just as the rest caught up.

He grunted when his feet hit the pavement and heard the growling again, more walkers pouring out of the alley across from him. "Shit..." he spat, and ran across the open street, the walkers gaining on him as he jumped over the hood of an abandoned car and kept running. The late hours must have made them come out more, and now he could barely find a street that wasn't crawling with them as they all awkwardly bent their heads to the side when they smelt or saw him and all pursued in their shuffling, tripping manner.

He was panting hard when he came to another road block, an army vehicle pushed onto its side laying by the metal fence that must have been pushed out when the infestation happened, a noble pursuit of the military to keep the walkers contained.

Daryl glanced back and ducked behind the jeep, readying his crossbow, he threw himself back out and shot the first walker coming on him direct through the eye, grabbing out another arrow and shooting again, and again, until they were too close to waste time reloading and he snatched his knife, stabbing whatever he could.

There was no possible way for him to win against all of them, not alone... but if this was really how he was to die then he'd go down fighting, at least.

It looked bleak as they closed in, forcing him to fall back but was cornered. He threw himself back behind the jeep, huffing out a ragged breath, thinking of how infuriated his brother would be to find out he'd gone into the city alone and gotten killed...

A loud bang sounded from down the street, and the walkers turned to look, Daryl did the same, and cursed under his breath when he saw the woman from earlier at the end of the street, gun in hand pointed at the air. "Over here you filthy bastards!" She called to them, and they all started in her direction but a few, which Daryl snapped out of his staring and impaled with his knife.

The woman stood there until they got closer, and then she ran and jumped into a truck bed by a building, jumping to the roof next and running along it. She leapt down and shot two walkers, running to Daryl.

"Follow me!" She said to him as she ran past, shooting behind her a few more times.

"Ya wanna make 'em all come when they hear that!?" Daryl snapped at her, but she ignored him, grabbing his arm and pushing him towards a ladder, she climbed up first with him behind her, getting to the rooftop and safety.

Daryl peered below and saw the walkers gathering into the street below, looking around in search of their escaped meal.

"That was the craziest shit I have ever seen." He turned and said, panting between words.

She flipped her hair from her face, panting hard. "Now we're even." She breathed, hands braced on her knees. "Now keep your dumb ass outta trouble."

"Even?" He jerked his head back, "Thought you 'had everything under control' and I did nothing?"

"Well, I reconsidered, and maybe I didn't have my blade in that one's face first, or maybe your arrow went through at the same time." She lifted herself up, smirking cockily.

Daryl scoffed. "Yeah, whatever, he slid his crossbow back over his shoulder. "You were followin' me?"

"No, observing, and I observed you were about to be walker chow."

"Is observin' your word for stalking?"

"Nah," she walked along the rooftop, starting to climb down on the opposite side above an empty street. "I meant what I said."

Daryl stood there in silence for a few moments, just watching her, he couldn't seem to figure her out. "You live out here alone?"

"I do now."

"Kinda rough terrain..."

"I manage." She paused on the ladder, looking up to him. "You live here?"

"Nah, I got a camp with my brother."

"How far?"

"I dunno, few miles into the mountain."

She shook her head, "It'll be dark soon, more of the freaks roam when the sun goes down, come with me." She inclined her head backwards and climbed down, Daryl hesitated but went down behind her.

"Come with you where?"

"Back to my place, you head into the dark now and you'll be eaten alive."

He got to the bottom of the ladder and looked at her, still trying to piece this woman together. "I never got your name."

She put her lips in a thin line and slowly let them split into a little smile. "Elaina."

"Elaina..." he tested it out, the name going easily from his mouth. He grabbed the strap of his crossbow and nodded his head once. "Daryl Dixon."

She stared him down for a few moments before smiling broadly, an airy, almost silent laugh coming from her as she turned around.

"What's so funny?" He asked as he followed her.

"Nothing," her smile didn't waver. "I just usually try to guess what peoples names are before they tell me and I was extremely wrong with you."

"Oh yeah? And what names were you thinkin'?" He found himself smirking as he caught up to her, looking down to watch her as they walked.

"I'll never tell." Elaina laughed under her breath again and he let it go.

+++

Elaina led him a few blocks into the city, the sun had finally disappeared before she looked around and jogged across an empty street, only a couple of walkers were dragging themselves along the street across from them.

She jerked her head upwards to show him to follow her up the homemade ladder on the side of the building, once he did she was pushing a few things away from a metal door in the side and opening it, waving for him to walk in first before she shut the door behind them, shoving a board through the handle on the other side.

"Can't make too much noise up here or it'll attract them, at night the street below is flooded.

Daryl nodded and leaned over a little to look through the dirty window at the street below. Elaina walked over and pulled the drapes to cover the glass, then turned on a few lights.

"You lived here before the outbreak?" He asked.

"Not in this place, but I've lived in the city all my life."

"Always been alone?"

She cocked her head as she rummaged through a pile of clothes. "Depends on how you look at it. If daddy wasn't finding a reason to pull out his belt he was wasted somewhere, and momma was off screwing with whatever rich guy she liked that week."

Daryl nodded as if he understood. "Siblings?"

"One. My mom's kid, she hated me, only because I didn't put up with her bullshit. Once this all happened she realized I knew how to survive while she didn't. I sucked it up and looked out for her."

"So, what happened to her?" His voice was soft, though his rasp still played at it.

Elaina shrugged and pulled out a fresh shirt, tossing it onto a sleeping bag on the floor, then she turned, kneeled down and started going through a box on the floor. "We got into a fight one day, apparently our situation wasn't ideal for her... she stormed off and got bit. Had to put her down."

Daryl's eyes flickered. "I'm sorry."

Elaina just sighed, pulling a water bottle out of the box. "Yeah, well now you know I'm alone and where I live, tell anyone and I'll have to do the same to you. Got it?" She tossed him one of the waters and he caught it one-handed.

"Yes, ma'am."

She ran her tongue over her lip, a tiny smile playing at it. "You can stay the night, but I don't have any food here right now." She reached down and picked a rolled sleeping bag off the floor, tossing it to him. "Here,"

It hit the floor at his feet and he nodded, setting his crossbow down with his backpack.

Elaina grabbed the shirt she'd found and stepped into the tiny side room, he could see her shadow as she changed, but he looked away and dug into his pack.

When she came back out her hair was down, falling around her face in soft waves, she said nothing as she sat down in her spot, rubbing a cloth over her leg.

"You hurt?" He asked.

"This is from last week..." she mumbled, and even though he tried to look all he could see was a half-scabbed wound on her leg.

"Hey," he got her attention before tossing something to her.

Elaina raised an eyebrow but caught it anyways, looking down into her hand, seeing he'd tossed her handkerchief with a few strips of dried meat inside. "You have enough?" She asked quietly.

"Plenty at camp. You need it."

She hesitated for a few moments, and Daryl thought maybe she'd toss it back, insisting she didn't need his help, but was caught off guard when she softly thanked him, having some of the food while trying not to show how hungry she really was.

They didn't talk before trying to fall asleep, but Daryl watched her for a while, unable to sleep himself, but noticing that she flinched a lot, if a walker noise came from below that was just a little too loud, he heard her breath hitch and her hand jerk. Even though she played as someone who feared nothing, a cocky and arrogant woman who wanted to fend for herself, he knew there was something else there.

+++

It was probably four in the morning when Daryl's eyes snapped open to the sound of groaning wood, like something scraping a level below. He sat up and squinted into the apartment in the dark, Elaina was still asleep, curled up into the corner.

He stood and went to the window, seeing the street was still infested, but then there was another scrape from outside the door.

He walked to it quietly and heard the snuffling of a walker outside, then eased himself over to Elaina's sleeping form, crouching down and slowly putting his hand over her mouth, hoping she wouldn't lash out.

Elaina woke almost instantly, her eyes widening at the broad hand on her face, she raised her hand to strike, but Daryl quickly caught it, and she looked up at him, questioning and surprised.

He put his finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet, then pointed at the door when she nodded, removing his hand from her mouth.

"Just gotta wait it out." She whispered.

"How'd it get up here?"

"There's a stairway on the other side, I can't always keep it blocked but sometimes the barricade falls out."

He didn't take his eyes off the door, the handle rattling as a frustrated growl came from the other side.

He did glance down once, though, and he saw her chest twitching from her rapidly beating heart.

So she was truly scared of walkers? But wasn't everyone.

More thumping came from the side of the wall, and both of them snapped their attention to the windows, seeing the shadow of crouched figures shuffling by it from outside.

"They're on the catwalk..." Elaina hissed.

"Is there a back entrance?"

"Yes?"

"Blocked?"

"Mostly..."

"This ever happened before?"

"No, actually, they've never gotten to the catwalk, only the door."

Daryl straightened and picked up his crossbow, setting an arrow to be ready to shoot.

A hand suddenly slapped against the window, a walker pressing close to it and snarling as it smashed its rotting teeth into the glass, growling at the sight of live flesh.

Elaina gasped as Daryl aimed his weapon, the rattling on the door getting louder as the sound of more dragging footsteps came from outside.

"We need to get outta here..." Daryl mumbled, sweat beading on his forehead as he swung his bow back and forth between the door and window, backing away.

"I have nowhere else to go," Elaina answered, standing with her spear in one hand, a dagger in her other.

The walker outside threw both hands against the window, two more joined it and the glass spiderwebbed.

"Shit." Elaina gasped, backing up farther.

"You could come back to my camp," Daryl glanced at her to say.

"Your camp?"

"Ya got better options?" He half-snapped.

The sound from the door got louder and she pointed her spear at it instinctively.

Daryl spun around and grabbed her shoulder. "Look, I know you got this ego or something that won't let you trust no one but you're gonna have to get over it for once if you wanna get out of here." He unhanded her and took a step back. "I wanna live just as much as you do. Now you're just gonna have to trust me."

Elaina bit her lip hard, staring him down, something about the desperation in his sky-blue eyes and the way he kept shifting his weight made her believe maybe he wouldn't betray her...

"Fine." She whispered. "Alright."

Daryl nodded, still aiming his crossbow at the window. "We ain't got long till them bastards break through, hurry up and grab a few useful things."

She dropped to her knees and snatched up a bag, tossing in some supplies and clothes, then rolled her sleeping bag and strapped it to the bottom. She grabbed Daryl's bag and handed it to him, he took it without looking and started backing into the other room. Elaina followed.

"Where does this lead?" He asked, pointing to the window.

"Out to the roof. We should be able to fit, but it's a narrow path."

"Better than that one." He put his weapon on his back and threw it open, crawling through.

Elaina followed and he grabbed her hand, pulling her to the tiny roof space outside.

Daryl grabbed the wall beside them and started walking, trying not the focus on the walkers shuffling around on the street two levels below.

"Be a horrible way to go, huh?" Daryl mumbled, Elaina glared at him over her shoulder, gasping through her nose when her footing faltered, he pulled her closer to the wall by her shoulder with a strong grip.

They made it to the end of the roof and Elaina jumped down, Daryl close behind. Only a few seconds passed before the rising noise of walker moans came through the street, making the pair break back into a run for the city's end.

"Where are we going?" She gasped as Daryl jumped the fence, waiting for her for a moment before running again.

"My bike's out a little this way, we'll head to the camp from there. Should get there before noon."

His bike, as he said, sat hidden in the brush just outside the city, wisely, he hadn't taken it through the infested streets.

Elaina spun around from where Daryl toed the kickstand up towards the open path behind them, walkers emerging from the trees and a split in the wire fence.

"Elaina, let's go!" Daryl called to her, swinging a leg over the seat. With his thick rasp and accent, it sounded like he'd called her Laina, or maybe he'd meant to say it, she didn't know, but also didn't mind. She hurried to get on, hesitating as she'd never rode before. "Hold on," he ordered, and she held his waist tentatively as he revved the engine, sending them away from the walkers and up the dirt path.

She looked back, hair flying in the wind, to her old home, then subconsciously squeezed Daryl tighter.

"You alright back there?" He asked over the noise.

"Yeah," she closed her eyes against the bite of the wind. "Just... never thought I'd get outta there."

Daryl squinted, pondering her words just a bit, but said nothing, trying to ignore the fact that he had just brought someone—a woman, at that—under his care.

+++

They reached the camp just as the sun was high, like Daryl had said. The bike grumbling up the path as he put his feet down for balance as it slowed to a stop.

Elaina stepped off, pulling her backpack tight as she looked around, a few different people were watching from around the camp, but only one man approached them. He looked a bit older than Daryl, but shared the same icy blue eyes. His gait was the same as well, only he was more muscular, wider set than Daryl and seemed like he wasn't just a regular city-dweller like most of the people around.

"Daryl, where the hell you been, boy?" His voice was just as rasped, and it clicked that he must have been the older brother Daryl talked about.

"Just ridin'," Daryl mumbled, tossing his hand out in front of him as he pulled his crossbow strap with his other. "Needed to get away from all this."

"Could've had the decency to tell me where you were headed..." his brother stepped closer, disapproval in his gaze.

"Well, I'm back now, ain't I?" Daryl snapped, shifting in his feet. "Anyways, I brought someone," he gestured to Elaina, and she stepped forward, hands in her back pockets. "'Laina, this is my brother, Merle." he nodded from each of them.

Elaina said nothing, just waited as Merle seemed to scan her with those blue eyes of his. "Damn, little brother, ya run off alone and bring back a woman..." Merle laughed a little, "Pretty good catch," he nodded at her, running his tongue along his teeth quickly. "You'll be safe here, 'least on my end, sugar."

Flirt.

Elaina huffed but gave a grin. "That's what he said."

Daryl pointed towards a white RV, "Others are right over there," A little fire pit was set up near it, clothes hung on lines and she saw a few children playing on top of a cooler as a table. "Maybe go check 'em out?"

Merle scoffed but said nothing, turning to walk back towards the tent she could only assume him and Daryl shared, it was pitched far from the rest of the campers.

Elaina nodded. "Where will you be?"

"Gotta hunt." He mumbled, inclining his head where Merle had went. "Just be over there."

She nodded again, taking her hands from her pockets to walk towards the other people.

A young Asian man was the first to notice her, standing instantly as she approached, with a better look, she figured he couldn't have been older than twenty-something.

"Uh... hey..." Elaina said awkwardly, extending her hand. "I'm Elaina."

He stared for a moment, then shook it off. "Oh, uh, Glenn. Daryl brought you here?"

She nodded.

"You're from the city?"

"Yeah, there... an issue?"

He shook his head quickly. "Uh, no, just not used to strangers— You, uh, might wanna check in with Shane if you're trying to stay."

"He the leader here?"

"Self-appointed."

"Mind showing me around?"

He scratched the hair coming from under his cap, squinting in the sun. "Sure..."

She followed Glenn around to where the kids were playing, a few women stood around them. "Guys, this is Elaina," he said, still seeming on edge. "She just got here today, Elaina, this is Lori, Carol, Andrea and Jacqui."

The one he'd addressed as Carol shrunk back a little, her arms crossed in front of her, but a small, timid-yet-kind smile was on her lips.

Lori was the first to approach her. "You find this place yourself?"

"No, Daryl brought me."

"You're with the Dixons?" Andrea almost scoffed their name, frowning.

"Is that an issue?" Elaina felt herself her defensive, so far, Merle and Daryl hadn't done anything to make her feel negatively about them, so she couldn't understand why the fact that Daryl brought her to camp made everyone so uncomfortable.

Andrea said nothing, just looked away.

"It's just that we're not used to strangers." Lori explained. "But I'm sure we can compensate for you, too."

"Who's this?"

Elaina turned to see an old man and a middle-aged man walking from the RV, the older of the two had his eyes on her, being the one to ask.

Glenn looked like he was sick of introducing everyone but waved his hand from each of the three. "Dale, Jim, this is Elaina... She's new."

Dale didn't seem bothered at all, in fact he came right up to her, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you, we haven't had anyone new for a while now."

She smiled at him, genuinely. "So I hear."

"You have a place to stay?"

"I'll make do, Daryl and I just came from the city."

He made a knowing face and put a hand on her shoulder. "Well, you're welcome to stay in the RV if you don't have a tent, there's plenty of room."

Andrea dipped her head down to give him a look, as if she wanted to ask him if he was crazy, but he didn't say anything.

Elaina, however, noticed the look and didn't want to impose on that. "That's very generous, but... I'm gonna talk to the Dixons first."

She felt the ripple of distaste go from the others, and knew they were each silently judging her. Not that she cared.

Without dismissal, she walked away, sitting down beneath a tree and digging in her backpack for a water, she found a near-empty bottle and downed the contents, sighing before placing the plastic back in her bag.

She heard soft footsteps and looked up, Carol was approaching softly, passing her a plastic cup. "Thought you could use this." Her voice was gentle.

Elaina nodded her thanks, taking it gingerly. Carol smiled softly before leaving.

Even if Elaina knew she'd landed herself in the category of the Dixons—the black sheep of this group—she didn't care. If the prejudice of the others would keep up she knew she could ignore it, but Dale and Carol were different towards her. She appreciated it.

She could see Daryl and Merle talking a bit away, sharpening knives over their laps, but her attention snapped away when boots crunched in the rock behind her, making her stand instantly.

She turned to find a man at least a foot taller than her, a police cap on his head and a gun strapped to his back. He was running his eyes over her, a half-scowl on his chiseled face.

She knew a man trying to be in charge when she saw one—this was Shane.

"Glenn said you just came on in here?" He asked. His voice was a drawled southern accent, not the rasp like the Dixons, but a near-slur.

"Daryl brought me." She was getting tired of explaining, but he seemed... almost angry that she was here, and she wondered what would happen if he tried to make her leave.

"Daryl brought you." He repeated, like Andrea, he practically scoffed it. "And since when has he had the right to bring whoever he wants..?" He muttered the last part, hands on his hips as he stepped around her, she turned with him.

"I'm sorry," Elaina put her hand up and closed her eyes briefly. "What the hell is everyone's problem with Daryl? The Dixons—at that?"

"Well, bein' new here I don't expect you to understand." Shane cocked his head, smugness in his voice.

"Then help me to." She barely parted her teeth to speak. "And stop circling me, damn it you're like a vulture." She swatted her hand out, trying to make him back up, feeling cornered by the tree.

"Look—what was your name again? Elaina?"

"Hmm." She pressed her lips together in a sarcastic smile.

"I got enough issues as it is with those brothers always causing a ruckus, can't exactly kick 'em out now... and the last thing I need is to add another problem, especially not some mouthy city girl."

She raised her brow. "Have I caused some issue for you and Andrea just by simply existing?"

"We weren't exactly in the position to take more on than we already have. Another mouth to feed, life to protect—"

"I'm good taking care of myself, thank you."

"Uh-huh. Just, look; you gonna stay here you're gonna shape up, pull your weight, and don't cause me any issues, I ain't gonna play around with you."

"You don't know me, I get it, but I don't take orders from you."

Shane took a step forward, moving his head to the side and looking down at her, trying his best to intimidate. Elaina backed her face away, clenching her jaw. "You're gonna do exactly as I say, or I will have your ass thrown back to Atlanta faster than—"

"Hey, problem here?"

He was cut short by Daryl's half-raised voice behind him. Elaina looked over Shane's shoulder to see the archer walking quickly to get to them, purposely bumping shoulders with the cop to make him back off.

"No, no issue." Shane said. "Just introducing myself to our new camper here."

Daryl stepped between them. "Ya did it. Now back up. Sure you're busy."

Shane smirked. "Yeah." He ran his bottom lip through his teeth, glaring at Elaina, Daryl, then walked away.

She breathed in deep but silent when he was gone. "So..." she sighed. "That's Shane."

"Yep." Daryl had no hint of admiration for the cop. "Bastard had a badge on when he showed up, thinks he can run everything 'cause of it."

He started walking back to his tent, and she followed. "I'm guessing I know who didn't fall under that?" She smiled knowingly. There was no way him and Merle would be taking orders from him. She felt she was going to be in the same category with them.

"So, ya met the cop." Merle said from where he was loading his rifle. "Ain't he a peach."

Elaina scoffed in agreement.

"I wouldn't give him my time," Merle added, but she already figured he didn't acknowledge Shane or many of the others. "Son of a bitch is probably more pissed about the fact that he don't see himself having a chance at gettin' in your pants than that you're here."

She chuckled in disgust, actually shuddering at the thought. "Well, he'd be right about one thing."

Daryl looked over his shoulder at her, but said nothing.

"You just let me know if you need help when it comes to old Shane, sweetheart," Merle gave her a flirty half-smile. "I'll take care of it."

She blushed slightly, looking away. Daryl's gaze became hard before it faltered away, and she wondered if her reaction to his brother upset him.

"You going hunting?" Elaina asked.

Daryl grunted a responding yes.

"Can I come along?"

The brothers looked at each other, Daryl seemed to be waiting for Merle's okay, but he just shrugged and said, "Never had a lady join us." He stood, tossing his rifle over his shoulder. "If you can hold your own, sure. But we ain't waiting around if you break a nail or something."

She grinned at him cockily. "It'll be me waiting for you."

That got a laugh from him, just a small thing, but Daryl was smirking too, silently getting his weapon and the two started walking, Daryl motioned for her to follow and she did.

#Daryl Dixon #Twd #daryl fanfiction #Merle Dixon #shane walsh #Carl grimes #carol peletier #dale horvath #lori grimes #Till Death

[thesunshineriptide]

First years with a Lamia!Reader

The greek legends say that Lamia was once a beautiful Queen that the king of the gods himself fancied, much to his wife’s ire. When the Queen sired her many children, Hera struck them down by either sending fits of madness into Lamia’s mind, or by her own hand. In her tears, Lamia devoured the children of other mothers, slowly transforming into a terrifying, snakelike demon, who was blind by day, but free to hunt at night.

It is similar to the concept of the Naga, which is a semi-divine being that is half human and half cobra. The Naga is a powerful race, as each can transform between fully human, fully snake, and true naga form at will.

For this particular request, I have combined the two into a very…interesting creature.

Fangs Up!

Tw// monsters, snakes, physical violence, attempted cannibalism (as a joke), fish cannibalism, eating a “dog” whole, biting, mentions of poison/venom

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

There is simply something about you that makes it hard to look away. It’s similar to the Leech twins, in a way, or to the Diasomnia housewarden. There’s something in your eyes, in your movements, in the words that slip from your tongue. The prestige that Leona neglects to carry, but the sociability that Malleus himself lacks.

It seems as though you float, slink, and slide everywhere you go. It seems like one minute someone could be positive they’re completely alone in the hall, and the next they can feel your breath on their neck.

It isn’t uncommon for a non-humanoid to attend Night Raven College, it’s fairly common. It doesn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

All the upperclassmen have to remind themselves that at least they aren’t a first year, like you. They can leave sooner.

Ace:

There’s very few that would be bold enough to actively start a fight with you. Just like the Leech twins, you’re tall, insanely strong, and a bit intimidating. But very obvious warnings can’t stop this idiot!

No, he’s the first freshman to try and make friends with you, and he wastes no time immediately trying to fight you.

But oh, how the tables turn. You catch him alone in the hall between classes, seemingly lost, and walk to stand behind him, reading his schedule over his shoulder. Letting out a ‘tsk’ that sounded more like a hiss seemed to startled Ace, however. He let out a terrified squeak and jumped away panicked.

“Hahahah, you sound like a little mouse!” Your sharp teeth were on full display as you laughed, only remembering after a moment to cover your mouth as you did so, “You look a bit like one too, all wide eyes and big ears.”

“Hey! My ears aren’t big! They’re completely normal sized!” Ace pouted as he nervously covered his ears, “whatever, did you just come to make fun of me, or are you gonna help me get to class? Not that you’d be much help, you probably don’t know where anything is either.”

With a closed mouth grin, you took his schedule from him, “Class 1-7 alchemy? It’s right around the corner, three doors down on the left.” You handed it back, a smug look on your face.

“How’d you even know that? We’ve been here like, four days!”

“Maybe I’m just smarter than you.” You grinned, showing sharp fangs, “If you want, we can walk around campus after classes until you’re familiar with where everything is. It’s what I did.”

Ace raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged, “Sounds better than flamingo duty. Our housewarden is such a stick in the mud.”

You laughed and leaned over him a moment to watch him squirm before simply patting his head, “See you later, Rat tail. I’ll pick you up in the dorm hall, yeah?”

Deuce:

Deuce isn’t a coward in any regard…except for when he’s scared. Listen, he can’t just unleash his delinquent side every time there’s an issue, and he has enough sense to not start shit with you.

However…he can’t naturally escape you. You’re friends with Ace, his best-friend-sometimes-enemy-sometimes-no-homo-boyfriend, so you’re friends with him whether you like it or not!

What he doesn’t seem to realize for a while, though, is that you actually don’t mind his company. He’s a good boy, he does his homework, he doesn’t cause trouble intentionally, and he seems to have enough street smarts to assess situations pretty well, even if he’s gullible and clumsy.

Honestly, nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Deuce,” you start, “Your sleeve has a tear.”

He blinked a moment before looking down at his arm, and, sure enough, there’s a long tear going all the way up his forearm. Not just that, but it’s deep, and he’s bleeding.

“Where did you get that?” You question, voice low, “Was it a fight?”

“N-no! At least, I don’t think so! I don’t remember it.”

You frown and take his arm, holding him tight when he instinctively tries to jerk back. When you run a finger on the cut and frown deeper, he begins to panic.

“Nobody touches what’s mine.” He hears you murmur before letting his arm drop, “I’ll walk you to the infirmary so they can check it out. If you didn’t feel it before, you might have a numbing agent or poison in your system. I’ll mend your shirt and sleeve after it gets washed.”

He doesn’t quite know what to do, but nod dumbly and let you guide him away.

Ace and Deuce see your snake form for the first time together. It seems as though it isn’t something you prefer around here, or around them, but instead something you save for emergencies.

The emergency in question is that their dorm leader is having a mental breakdown and getting pretty close to killing the dorms population.

It’s a few beats into him trying to beat Ace with a rose bush that looks more like a tree before Riddle’s movement stops and he screams in anger.

When Ace manages to peek beyond the shrubbery, he sees you. He watches as you coil yourself around Riddle, restraining his movement with your long snakelike body, face showing a small amount of remorse as you squeeze him until he looks like he’s about to pass out.

Deuce is running to Ace, now, pulling him to his feet.

“Deuce- Deuce, look at the dorm head.”

“I know, I know, I saw.”

“No, I mean the snake- it’s- y/n….”

“I noticed, yeah. Kinda cool to have a snake friend, right?”

Deuce and Ace looked to you at the same time, watching as you opened your mouth to bite a now unconscious Riddle. You paused, locking eyes with them, then closed your mouth and instead let go of Riddle, carefully laying him on the ground.

“Thank you for not eating him, Y/N.”

“I dunno, Deuce, I kinda think they should have.”

“ACE NO-“

Jack:

The best kept secret of NRC is the vow of silence everyone is Heartslabyul was sworn to about how Riddle was defeated. The worst kept secret, though, is how Leona was defeated.

No, you hadn’t really talked to Jack before your investigation into the mysterious accidents right before the spelldrive tournament, but he became a close ally near overnight. Unfortunately, that overnight happened to be the one before the morning Leona overblotted.

Jack looked worriedly between you, the braincell duo, Ruggie, Leona, and Riddle. He needed to find out where to prioritize his needs - you’re built strong, but do you need protecting? Where is he needed most right now?

It’s when you lunge toward Ruggie to get him away from Leona’s grasp that he jumps to action, scooping up Riddle just as his signature spell on Leona fails. He manages to pull him out of danger, and before Riddle can reprimand him, he pulls him back to the ground to avoid a fireball.

He turns to see you trying to throw a spelldrive disc at Leona’s head. Seriously, this is the one who defeated an overblot?

He’s dumbfounded when it works though, and Leona passes out from the hit. Jesus, do you eat steroids for breakfast? Is Leona just that weak?

And he really doesn’t know what to do when you pick up a black gem and lick it. What the fuck is wrong with you. He does a double take when you eye Leona with what he can only describe as hunger.

Jack isn’t sure what he’s doing when he walks over to you, quietly whispering in your ear, “Please don’t eat him, he’s a prince.”

He’s more than happy to find out that you’re actually really cool, though. The more he sees of you afterward, the more he finds himself warming up to you. It seems like you sneak into Savanaclaw just to take naps in the sand, or to cheer him on when he does his morning laps. He appreciates all the little doodles you bring him of animals. Birds, cats, mice, and dogs, mostly, with the occasional giraffe or fish. He keeps them in his binder to look at when he’s feeling sad.

He first sees your snake form when Azul overblots. At first glance he misses you - there’s a lot of skinny long things waving about. But when he counts how many eel merfolk there are in the fight, he notices there’s too many. Or at least, he thinks so.

That’s when it clicked with him. He watched as your scaled body wrapped around Azul’s middle and you tried trapping his arms down, hissing and glaring at him as he writhed in your grasp. It seemed an octopus wasn’t ideal prey.

“Yamakagashi-chan! Bite him!”

Jack’s eyes went wide, “DO NOT BITE HIM.”

“Don’t worry, Jack-kun, Azul himself is venomous. It’s unlikely this will kill him.”

“DO NOT BITE HIM PLEASE, Y/N, I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WONT STOP AT BITING.”

Suddenly, it seemed Azul’s mood shifted from angry to scared, and in an instant he shrunk down to his normal humanoid size, the blot leaving him.

Man, you really had a way or ending fights quick, huh?

“Do you think he tastes like Takoyaki?”

“I KNOW he tastes like Takoyaki~ I used to chomp on his tentacles all the time when we were younger.”

“Y/N DONT EAT HIM”

Epel:

You aren’t ever on Epel’s radar until you’re on Rook’s, because he won’t shut the fuck up about you and it’s really starting to freak him out.

“Ah, the Règle de forme seems to be enjoying some minced meat pie today, how fascinating, how exquisite!”

Epel let’s out a huff before excusing himself from the table to walk up to where you sit, surrounded by your idiots.

“Excuse me? You’re the- uh, Rook called you the Règle de forme? You fought the overblots, right?”

Your eyes flick over him before leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I am. Did you need something?”

“O-oh! Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Vice housewarden Rook has been…uh, hunting you? He does that a lot, but it’s definitely getting uncomfortable so I wanted to tell you in advance of him doing something stupid.”

The easy smile on your face as you lean back forward, head resting on your hand tells him that maybe he shouldn’t have been concerned.

“Will you protect me from him, then?” Epel’s eyes widened as you laughed, “you’re quite adept at spelldrive, surely you can handle this as well, can’t you?”

Epel let the soft boy look on his face drop and he gave a little evil grin, “Yer darn tootin’ I can!”

He watched as you raised an eyebrow before patting the empty seat next to yourself, “Take a seat, cowboy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a royal retainer.”

Epel first sees your snake form on accident. After a long week at college you had disappeared into the woods to ‘blow off steam’, but you hadn’t come back for a few hours, and coincidentally, Rook also disappeared.

So in his nervousness, he ventured into the woods himself to find you.

It wasn’t long until he was lost - he would never admit he was, but he didn’t know the area as well as he knew home, okay? - and heard someone calling his name.

He assumed it was you, and called back, “hello?” He took a tentative step off the trail, “Y/N? Is that you?”

What he didn’t expect was to be met with glowing yellow eyes, large teeth, and a snarl from a creature pouncing on top of him. It’s matted black and brown and grey fur stunk of moss and rot, it’s slobber dripped on his shirt and caused it to sizzle and burn like acid.

He tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of him from the beast before him. He felt his head growing dizzy and silently wrote his will.

Then the weight was gone, and a hiss cut through the pounding in his ears.

Now atop of him laid a cold, scaly body, and even farther away was you, biting down on the creature and -

And you ate it.

Whole.

How you managed to move afterward was unclear to him, but it was clear you were very tired and pretty angry as you slithered back to him.

Your eyes seemed clouded as you hissed out “mine. Nobody else gets my prey, just me.” But the daze seemed to pass when you made eye contact.

Your body slithered off him and he heard bones cracking as you transformed back to your human form. There was a pause of him staring at the sky and you panting before you walked over and offered to help him up.

“On your feet, retainer. It’s time we get back, isn’t it?”

Sebek:

Sebek only ever saw you as a threat to his Lord and Savior Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, and as a result made sure to steer clear of you.

He did, however, have one interaction with you.

It was late at night just after Equestrian Club called it a day when you strolled up, on two feet, but scaly and looking distinctly non-human.

“You.” You said, staring at him, “Sebek Zigvolt, aren’t you?”

“That is correct.” He said firmly, almost aggressively, “And you’re the snake of the school, yes?”

“That is correct,” you mirrored, lisp sliding into your voice, “I require help. You attend to a dragon, don’t you?”

“I do more than simply attend to Lord Malleus! I protect him with my life!” He cried indignantly.

You simply hummed, looking tired, “Do you know a remedy for insatiable hunger, half-fae?”

He stared, trying to decide between terror and feeling affronted. He settled on being helpful. “I do. I will get the recipe from Master Lilia, and bring you a copy.”

Your lidded stare made him feel uneasy before you just smiled, nodded, and began to move away, “That would be appreciated. Meet me at the ramshackle dorm. I don’t believe I should be around many people for a while.”

He watched as you walked away with all the grace of a sea-legged pirate, then began to internally freak out.

In the end, he did get the potion recipe from Lilia, and simply knocked on the door of the ramshackle dorm to make sure you were there, then slid it under the door when you hissed a reply to do so.

He still feels queasy thinking of it.

#lamia!reader #naga!reader #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #I will never get over “eating a ‘dog’ whole’’ as a real tag I’ve made on something #don’t respond to shit in the woods bro #also rook is fine #twst oneshot #twst

[wealmostaneckbeard]

D&D World Building

The Continent is split between The Iron Oligarchy, Tribes of the God-Corpse Woods, and The League of Pact-Cities.

The Iron Oligarchy

A dwarven-giant industrial/trade conglomerate. Their territory covers the tallest mountain range in the Continent, Vulkan's Gift, as well as large swaths of the Underdark. Profits are split 50/50 between small and big kin, as the ancient contracts dictate (Which must never be violated lest ruin come to all who signed it). Big Kin are fire, stone, cloud and thunder giants, as well as their Goliath servants. Small kin are Hill, Mountain, and Deep Dwarves as well as Rock/Deep Gnomes. As their name implies, most iron goods sold across the Continent are produced in their forges. The Oligarchy use their wealth to maintain a professional army supported by mercenary auxiliaries. Standard oligarchy army formation consist of one or two giants hurling projectiles over slowly advancing shield-wall fighters commanded by war-priests of Vulkan. Mercenary Goblinoids and Drow provide much needed fast/stealth attack power. Experimental clockwork fighters and (slightly) more reliable Golems are kept in reserve for special occasions. These forces are necessary for the defense of the Oligarchy's forges, mines, and trade convoys against raiders as well as more disturbing threats. Soldiers who have earned many honors might be invited to serve at the Oligarchy's Planar Gate. These honored champions may go on expeditions to the elemental planes of fire and earth where rare materials can be extracted.

Tribes of the God-Corpse Woods

It is said that long ago a deity was killed in a particularly gruesome fashion, it's remains scattered across the Continent. From it's dismembered flesh a great and resilient forest grew up. Tribes of Humans, Orcs, Elves, and Forest Gnomes patrol this forest alongside Ents/Dryads, Lycanthropes, and Fey guardians. While the tribes can unite together against common enemies they are divided by beliefs regarding the future. The Singers of Spring believe that The Deity will be reborn from the earth and bring about a new evergreen age. These followers prosthelytize for the protection of the woods, the benefits of having a connection to nature, and the arts of druidic magic. The Zealots of Summer cite numerous blighted grounds within the forest where the undead rise as evidence that The Great One was undergoing some dark corruption and had to conflagrate itself before it was too late. These followers are militant slayers of evil but are willing to make sacrifices and compromises for the greater good. The Revelers of Fall believe that there is a Coming Pantheon of Gods waiting to be summoned if the right conditions are fulfilled. The Revelers search for mana infused places across The Continent where they perform experimental rituals ... which have been responsible for one demonic outbreak, two separate births of benevolent small gods, and an islet tainted by The Far Realm's influence. The Prophets of Winter believe that the God-Killer is still out there somewhere, sated for now but could be roused to destroy the world if someone does something REALLY foolish. The prophets give orders to assassins to ensure that the only one who knows how to awaken the God-Killer is the soul-scrap of the Nameless Dead God that the prophets secretly commune with. A single Tribe of the God-Woods can have many members of different races and beliefs, making the whole Tribe seem highly unpredictable to outsiders in both combat and diplomacy.

The League of Pact-Cities

This alliance consists of 5 diverse urban centers linked by magical infrastructure and political ties. Serendipity is the nominal capital of the League and home to a large population of Githzerai and Flumphs who draft works of arcane legislation. Kraken's Bane is a half-sunken port kept busy with sustainable fishing/trade (and an occasional monster hunt) that's inhabited by various oceanic races such as Tritons and Sea Elves. Drakkenhope is a holy city for Dragonborn and Kobolds, where priesthoods of Tiamat and Bahamut see to the needs of the masses as well as blessing delvers who search the Ever Shifting Catacombs for dragon eggs to return to the surface for hatching. Recurrent Wing is a flying city filled with Air Genasi, Aasimar, and Aaracrocka residents who work at yards where skyships are built and maintained. The city of Harvestville is (obviously) the bread basket of the Pact, home to Goliaths, Humans, Halflings, and Earth Genasi who work their supernaturally fertile crops year round. The Pact-Cities rely on four tiers of Security Teams to deal with threats of escalating proportions: Beast Control Teams are locals equipped and trained by the Pact to handle outbreaks of hostile creatures. Anti-Brigand Teams take down corrupt officials within city boundaries and criminals that retreat outside them. Combined Arms Teams are highly trained casters and warriors, deployed via magic anywhere deadly precision force is required. Finally, Massive Crisis Teams can fortify locations and prepare citizens quickly for the onset of military invasions or planar incursions. Teams are encouraged to recognize each other's authority, knowing when to step in and help, or step back and ask for help.

#D&D #world building #elf #orc #human #gnome #githzerai #merfolk #triton #dwarf #duergar #geology #landscape #factions #faction #urban fantasy #dungeons & dragons #DnD #dungeons and dragons #monsters #races #goliath #flumph #genasi #dragon #giant #cosmic horror #fantasy #player character #player characters

[bakushinverse]

ゴジラ Legendary Godzilla | Gojira (Infant) [Prince of the Monsters]

"Is that, is that an infant Gojira?"

"Mosura found an egg in a deep cavern, the mother's skeleton curled around it. She gave the cold egg warmth and life and from it hatched the young King, ward of Yoroi Gojira. Yoroi Gojira says that the infant will be strong and fierce, even more so than he."

~~~ In 1995 a young Serizawa first encountered the Titan Mosura and her twin fairies, the Shobijin, on Infant Island. While there he came across an infant Titanus Gojira, one with blueish-grey scales, a crocodilian-like body and a noble regal face. The twins explained that the young Godzilla had been found as an egg, his mother's skeleton curled around him after having died from starvation. Mothra took the egg and resurrected it, the small Godzilla curious and already very intelligent.

Although seemingly of a different species to the current Kaiju King, Yoroi Goji, they both share a common ancestor and the Yoroi Gojira adopted the young titan after some persuading from Mothra. other Kaiju, Anguirus, Mothra and Gamera often help look after him if Yoroi is off defending territory or hunting. Ishiro Serizawa was the first human to ever have contact with the infant and has since shared a deep bond with the young King despite YoroiGoji's apathy towards humans.

Monarch nicknamed the young Titan "Legendary" as he was born millions of years after his species went extinct.

Attributes:

Resilient

Strong will

Intelligent and clever

Regenerative healing

Communicates by activating the glow in his plates

Absorbs radiation like a little scaley sponge making irradiated areas safe and soil fertile.

Tries to do an atomic breath but it doesn't work half the time.

Adorable

Due to his infancy, Godzilla’s scales are soft and he is vulnerable

Personality:

Very inquisitive but not naive

Good at problem-solving, noted to be very clever and a fast learner

Bonded with Mothra, sees her as a motherly figure. This bond transcends to each Mothra generation.

Yoroi Gojira sees him as a successor, he is firm but fair with Legendary, teaching him and acting as a true guardian to him.

Met Serizawa, who was the first human he ever saw and formed a bond with.

Somewhat of a trickster, will harmlessly tease or toy with those close to him.

YoroiGoji's sense of balance has been imprinted upon the young prince.

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#シンゴジラ #shin monsterverse #kaiju #monster design #legendary godzilla #monster #bakunawaart #godzilla #gojira #monsterverse #ゴジラ

[eldritch-spouse]

you did mention before in other replies that Santi is very hostile towards other concubi. i enjoy reading those cuz my brain conjures up the most ridiculous scenarios where Santi's literally chasing off a concubus or having a cat fight with one, and wanted to send an ask of my own.

what if Santi's obsession was a demon or a different monster that's half-concubus? or even a human with concubus heritage, if that's even possible at all in your world.

let's say that the half-concubus is neither competitive nor confrontational, so when Santi makes it clear that he won't tolerate competing for "food", they back off without a fuss and choose to hunt somewhere else. maybe they wander back to The Clergy on occasion simply out of curiosity (and mayyybe they're a bit lonely, wanting someone to talk to and not always for the purpose of fucking), but they always make it known to Santi that they have no interest in taking any of his clients. they try not to cause any trouble, but sometimes they can't help eyeballing some of The Clergy members if they didn’t get their fill before stopping by.

with that all said...what if the other monster boys were obsessed with a concubus/half-concubus s/o?

specifically Morell, Gallon, Belo, Ludwig, and Obie.

Not much would change in Santi's demeanor. He's old enough to sniff out half-breeds, and you're not weaseling past his radar. He's still going to be quite tense, and he'd rather let you starve than feed off one of his coworkers. You're more of a nuisance to him than anything, and he'll struggle to look past your nature to even consider getting to know you more as a person.

The thing with having a concubus/half-concubus partner isn't really discrimination, only one of the monsters you listed has conflicted feelings about demons, and that's Belo.

Belo, naturally, has been taught since youth that demons are corrupted scum and he should murder one whenever he's given the chance, because it equates to purifying the world, at least in the eyes of siadar. Belo was trained from youth for this, it's really hard to unlearn that, and he's only trying to because of his lord, who employs this wretched trash. Getting to tolerate Santi has already been a monumental effort in which he still falters to this day- Falling in love with a concubus will just about destroy Belo's cool. He's done, he checked out, he's going to stuff himself in his private room and have a meltdown over how worthless of an angel he is. Then he's going to address you as if you robbed him. It's not a pretty ordeal.

There might be a little bit of hesitation on Morell's side. Bernice and Harvey were raised with very distinct values, and one of them is that you should always be alert around demons no matter how nice they seem (which isn't all that wrong, when you consider that most are mischievous, to varying degrees). Morell serves and converses with demons, and he doesn't feel any particular disdain for Santi- But wanting one is different. More intimacy, more vulnerability. It's safe to say the mushroom will start doing some research and keep his Piglet under his thumb at all times. Trust is gained slowly.

Gallon is entirely ambivalent to your nature as a demon and shares no preconceived ideas that you're "to be avoided/harmed". He'll approach you in much the same way he would any other person, though always a little more careful, given that depending on your power, you can render him pliant easily under the right circumstances. He treats this like an exciting game, and deep down, he kind of wants you to prey on him a little.

Ludwig and Obie are the most ready to accept you. Your nature means nothing to them, as they've met and interacted with many a concubus in the Common Rings of Hell. Both are proud and happy to be you, just as they would with any other type of monster/human.

The problem comes with the workplace and Santi. The incubus doesn't want competition at any cost, and you being in a relationship with one of his coworkers won't change that. To put it mildly, your relationship with him will always be tense, and your partner has been warned by both him and Admin to not let you eat in The Clergy unless you're specifically eating off the monster you're in a relationship with.

I wouldn't put Santi above several, petty attempts to drive you away. He just thinks you should take a hike already.

#Santi oc #Morell oc #Belo oc #Gallon oc #Ludwig oc #Obie oc

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 6, Group 2 of 4

propaganda is under the cut (424 words) - may contain spoilers

summaries (pulled from imdb or wikis)

propaganda

Doctor Who - 12.10 The Timeless Children

In the epic and emotional season finale, the Cybermen are on the march. As the last remaining humans are ruthlessly hunted down, Graham, Ryan and Yaz face a terrifying fight to survive. Civilisations fall. Others rise anew. Lies are exposed, truths are revealed, battles are fought, and for the Doctor - trapped and alone - nothing will ever be the same again.

this finale is shit!! absolute ass! nothing happens in it for it to justify having such a cool name. the master captures the doctor, shows her a slideshow that amounts to ‘‘you’re adopted!! :)" doctor breaks out of her matrix prison thing by overloading it with memories when the matrix is The Supercomputer and it’s used to hold all memories of all time lords ever? you know, the species whove been doing their thing for a billion years and live up to 10,000 years? the doctors new memories should either already be there or make nary a dent in it. the doctor’s like ‘‘why would they do that! why would they lie?’’ girl they have been lying to you since forever. they killed you once. theyve tried to kill you so many times. they turned you into a fucked up anti time monster that one time. one of the doctors past past selves even told her it doesnt really matter!! what was even the point

Our Flag Means Death - 2.08 Mermen

cw: vomit

Stede, Zheng, Spanish Jackie and the rest of the Revenge crew team up to take down a nefarious common enemy threatening the world of piracy.

1) paced like a runaway train, worst actor kiss i've seen in all my years, weird resolutions for two newly-introduced characters who started with lots of potential but ended up with no narrative payoff. (spoilers) removed a really strong actor/character from an overwhelmingly mediocre cast and caused a giant rift in the fandom with some (falsely) claiming that the major character death was bury-your-gays, homophobic, ableist, etc. and that they were done with the show (we'll see about that), and others claiming it made perfect sense to kill off this character because he was "ready to die"

2) Season 1 was so promising, and set up so much! Season 2 SEEMED like it was gonna fulfill some of that promise... That is, of course, until they squandered all of those loose plot threads, character moments, potential arcs, etc. in a half-assed episode that was basically all filler and ended with one of the most unsatisfying, pointless, and unemotional deaths of TV that gave us all 'Dean with the rusty nail' flashbacks. Even the *seagull* got a better death. Not even the canon ship felt satisfying!! Their kiss and ending was extremely rushed and they didn't actually go anywhere from the end of S1.

3) Least of all it was all very rushed. More importantly Izzy was absolutely fucked and his death didn’t make sense with the writing of the rest of the series. Ed en Stede’s character development throughout the season got thrown away for some ”happy” ending which would’ve been better if they just stayed with the crew.

#doctor who #our flag means death #wfround1 #wfpoll #wfr1g2 #polls #poll