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#I would *redacted* tf out of him like this

richonnesbitch · 17 days

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One of the most beautiful aspects of Richonne that we get to see in TOWL cannot be detached from the fact that this is a BW and a WM. Because Michonne is one of the (arguably THE) most absolutely badass TWD characters. Argue with the wall. And she is STRONG. And not just physically, but also mentally (not to say that she doesn’t lose it at times -they all do at one point or another with the sh*t they see and live through). But the way her character is written she definitely falls into the Strong Black Female TM trope (I never read the comics but from I know, it’s considerably worse there). (And I would argue we as an audience are guilty of it too. Even with Richonners & Michonne fans, I feel like as a whole I’ve seen a lot more discussions and more in depth discussions about the trauma Rick has endured than the one Michonne has…). And Rick is THE lead of the show. He is who the audience and TF has been following since day 1. And while in TOWL for a good chunk of time we see him at his most broken, we also know how ruthless Rick can be (and were waiting for that version to show itself) to protect his loved ones. The man literally bit out someone’s throat. He is not to be f*cked with. And yet, you put Michonne next to him and he absolutely melts. Can’t keep his eyes his hands his mouth his {redacted} off her-crazy about her. Constantly telling her he loves her and giving her these big declarations of love. And gifting things left and right. He is kissing the ground e walks on. And to see this dark skinned woman, this Strong Black Woman TM being this ADORED -so loudly, so unapologetically, so proudly- by *this* man is just breathtaking.

Just another reason richonne is the greatest of all time 🥰🥰🥰

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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Hunter's Tales I: Bitten (Human TF/MC/AP/WG)

(Original Date of Upload: October 31, 2022)

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Happy Halloween! I admittedly don't care a lot about this holiday. Personally I prefer the post-Halloween candy sales. But I do care enough to write something silly to commemorate the occasion! A few weeks ago someone asked if I liked werewolves or vampires more. Personally, I might like werewolves a bit more. I say this because I actually wrote this story out as part of a planned series I want to do featuring Argent and various monster hunting failures he endures. It likely won't be a very long series, nor a frequently updated one, but it's one I've been thinking of writing for a while now. Especially since I loved the idea of a werewolf TF but you're changing into the human form rather than the wolf one. Also just for everyone's information, fight scenes are fucking ass to write. I still don't think I did it that well, but I tried. Anyway, I hope people like this one! It is a bit different from my normal works.

Mission No° 479: October 31, 20XX

Target Name: Roland Forrester

Target Species: Lycanthrope

Hit Orderer: [REDACTED]

Reason for Hit: [REDACTED]

Agent On-Call: Agent No° 47 ~ Argent Chandler

Status of Mission: Unfulfilled

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The night is moonless.

In the dead of this midnight a boot stamps on the ground of a muddy runway. Said runway is located within the bowels of a sprawling woodland. With the exception of the sounds of bootclad feet hitting mud, it is quiet.

Argent Chandler takes a deep breath as his eyes scan the site that lays in front of him. To a normal person they'd see a wooden cabin. Secluded and off the grid, in the middle of nature for none to disturb. With the exception of some creepy vibe to it, it seemed unsuspect.

Argent exhaled, nodding. This was the right place.

His trenchcoat swished behind him as he continued his trek down the runaway. Judging by the small pickup truck nearby he could tell his target was obviously located in this place. Although that wouldn't be very easy to tell by the fact that any lighting inside the cabin seemed inactive.

His trek easily shifted into a saunter once his now muddy boots reached the steps of the cabin. Each one creaked beneath his weight. Although at this point stealth was foregone a long time ago. Argent wasn't the kind of hunter that dealt in stealth, no. Especially since all his arsenal was silver. The creature within this dwelling likely smelled him before he was in a ten foot radius of this place.

It doesn't matter though. It never does. He always gets the job done and has been since employment. There's a reason he's considered the best hunter within his Guild.

Atop the stairs, he pulls out his gun and begins to twirl it in his hand. What would the number be now? Fourty? Forty five? At least half of those missions were probably some kind of therianthrope.

Wood continues to creak beneath him, Argent walking up to the door. The hunter stops carelessly twirling his weapon and extends his free hand to grasp the doorknob. After a cursory jiggle he finds it to be unlocked. With a nod, he confirms this to be a trap of some kind. Predictable.

Doesn't stop him from kicking the door open anyway, following it up by a gunshot to the ground in front of him.

"Let's see how your fragile ears handle that…" he whispers with a smirk on his face.

The cabin interior was dark, but was actually pretty nice looking. He presumed himself to be in the living room, considering the furnishment was a couch of some kind. His original perceptions of the place being off the grid was disregarded at the sight of an old-fashioned box TV cushioned in the corner of the room, but at this point he didn't really care. None of these creatures worked in covertness now, did they?

Another floorboard creaks, and mud begins to track into the place as he casually walks around. He holds an arm up, his gun in hand as he starts twirling it again. His other hand moves to the inside of his trenchcoat and slowly positions itself to one of his many daggers. There seems to be two major rooms he could enter. Left and right.

His gaze slowly moves rightward, and he is greeted with the sight of two beads of glowing yellow. No doubt the eyes of the very creature he came here to kill. But his ears then catch a sound. Wood creaking from the leftward room instead. Smiling, he turns around to locate the source. The place was small, there couldn't be any way for anything in here to hide efficiently.

He begins to walk to the room the sound was made in, his own steps being an obvious alert of his presence. "No use hiding, freak," he says aloud, voice filled with malice. Animosity. "We both know we're in here, so why don't you come out and…"

He stops twirling his gun right when it's upward and pulls the trigger, firing another bullet. He then finishes off his sentence with a smirk. "...play."

He doesn't get a response at first, silence filling the area in the seconds after he fired his second round. Face lacking all emotion now he continues to stand at the room's threshold. Cold, calculating.

Frontward attack, dagger thrust. Left arm disabled, forgo gun and try to utilize the other. Both arms disabled, go for a groin kick. Multiple plans fire off in his head as he awaits his prey.

What he didn't expect was the light in the room in front of him to turn on, revealing the room to be a kitchen. No one was visible within it for a couple moments, but then the sound of creaking wood pierced the air again.

"I really need to get these things replaced!" a second voice says casually, the person whom it belongs to walking into view on the other side of the threshold.

The being stood in front of Argent, smiling. The man looked to be in his mid thirties; rectangular face, scratchy beard, faint etchings of age beginning to crawl in his face. His hair was well kept with two lupine ears poking out of it. He also lacked a shirt, giving his musculature and hirsuteness visibility. Most of his hair, both head and body, was bordering between black and dark grey, although this was indubitably not because of age. The only clothing he wore was a baggy looking leather jacket and a torn pair of jeans. His tail swished behind his legs calmly. He was also barefoot as well.

Argent's first reaction was to reposition his gun to point at the man. Smirking, he's the first to engage. "I'm taking it you're Roland Forrester."

Roland nods, extending a hand and placing a finger on the bottom of the gun's barrel. "It seems you caught me red handed, Argent."

In an instant a simple finger quickly switches to the man's hand cupping the gun's barrel, Roland using his supernatural strength to squeeze it into uselessness. He grinned, baring his sharp teeth and growling. His irises began to glow a bright gold. "So, I heard you wanted to play."

Argent's mouth twists into a manic grin. He unhands the gun and begins to step back. "I see you're one of those kinds of fleabags…" He then moves the hand downwards and into his trenchcoat, grasping a second gun. "This'll be fun!"

And in that very instance, a fight breaks out between the two.

Argent is the first to break linearity as he repositions himself away from the front of the kitchen's threshold. Pouncing out the threshold was Roland, having shifted to wolf form in the past few seconds. Fangs bared, the creature turned its head to glare at Argent, its eyes filled with aggression.

It proceeds to pounce and Argent quickly moves out the way causing it to bang its head on the couch. As the wolf begins to reorientate itself, the hunter starts formulating a plan.

Six bullets, he needs to be sure he shoots to kill.

Room size is definitely an advantage. Perhaps he could… DAMN-

Caught off guard, Argent is pinned down by the lycanthrope. For a few seconds it growls, but Argent cuts it off by discharging his weapon. Its strength wavers for a moment as the noise of the firearm rings in its ears allowing Argent to give it a strong kick in the gut.

It unhands him and he rolls out from under it, quickly pushing himself upright. Stupid mistake, won't happen again.

The wolf quickly regains its bearings, although it's still noticeably in a daze. "Could've… gone for a finger there, hunter," it growls out.

"Could've gone for the neck as well, filth!" Argent dashes to the creature's side and pulls out a dagger from his trenchcoat, priming to hurl it into the abomination's leg. But just as he hurls it the wolf pounces out of the way and back into the kitchen, the dagger lodging itself into the floor instead. Positioning both hands on his gun, the hunter then moves back into the doorway's view and haphazardly fires into the room.

He misses.

Backing up a bit, Argent jumps over the couch beside him just as the werewolf pounces towards him again. The couch doesn't last very long though as the beast takes a moment to stand upright and hurl it to the other side of the room, which wasn't exactly very far.

Argent is quick to turn around, eyes widening as he realizes the chance he's given. He lifts the gun again and fires at the beast. Unfortunately, his trigger happy tendencies cause him to miss the chest and instead he hits the being in the shoulder.

It's still a win though as the creature backs away and forcibly deshifts back into its human form, holding a hand to where he was shot. The smell of blood and burning flesh begins to waft through the air as well.

"Nice aim." Roland seems to taunt Argent. In retaliation Argent fires another round, but Roland is quick to dodge. His dodge is sloppy though and he tramples into the adjacent room.

Argent's face shifts into one of annoyance and anger. He takes his other hand off the gun and rifles through his trenchcoat, pulling out a second (and his last) dagger. He then hurls it into the wall on a whim, hoping it'd be enough to perk up whatever instincts Roland had and force them to pounce prematurely.

It doesn't work.

At this point Argent is already tired of this bullshit. Usually his mission is complete by now and he's heading back home to clean off the stench of beast filth from his clothing. But no, for some reason he keeps missing his killing shots.

Two bullets. Two more chances.

…and why hasn't Roland left that room yet?

Argent slowly skulks into the open again, eyeing the room that Roland tripped into.

He can see Roland's glowing lupine eyes in the dark of the room. Cockiness overtakes Argent again as he presumed this would be his chance. Shooting the damned abomination square in the head!

Argent starts to walk towards the threshold quickly, arm outstretched and gun lined to fire directly at the werewolf's head. For once in his life he doesn't take the chance for a one-liner. He just pulls the trigger and…

…hears the sound of shattering glass.

"What the hell?"

Briskly, Argent walks into the room and investigates the scene. The very figure he shot at stands motionlessly, staring at him. Mocking him wordlessly. He goes to give it a good punch, but right as his hand meets its body he finds that it phases through the entity. The light of the room then turns on and Argent finds himself eye to eye with some kind of entity of shadows.

"...fuck," he mutters to himself. He's done for.

"You know…" Roland's voice begins to ring from behind him. The wolf man begins sauntering over to the hunter, prying the bullet out of his shoulder as he walks and disregarding it on the ground. "I'm going to have to reorganize this place again after this whole stunt. And blood is a bitch to clean…"

Argent turns around, but is barely given a chance to react as Roland seems to pin him in some kind of bear hug. The lycanthrope's superhuman strength constricts Argent.

The hunter tries one final measure. If he can at least escape, he won't have lost now. Would he? His finger twitches and one final bang blasts through the air, a bullet lodging into the ground beside him.

Roland didn't let go.

"That trick might have worked twice but I ain't one to get fooled more than that. Even if gunfire fuckin' hurts my ears."

Argent grunts. "Why not kill me already, bastard."

All he gets as a response is a smile from Roland before the older man instantly shifts into wolf form and picks the hunter up. The large beast lessens his constriction on Argent just enough to move him to a more comfortable position in his arm…

Then proceeds to throw Argent across the room.

Stings of pain run through Argent's body as the breath is knocked out of him, the man hurled straight into a wall. In contrast, his body collapses onto something soft.

A bed…

He shifts around, moaning out in pain as he forces his body to turn away from the wall. He tries to get himself upright, but can only shakily push himself up from the bed.

"I was hoping not to get any blood on the bed," Roland says, "but this will have to be how it's done unfortunately."

Argent is barely given any time to react. In the span of a single second he's pierced with a flash of pain as his right shoulder is given a single, gaping bite. His eyes roll upward as pain surges through his body, the only sight given to him being the visage of Roland's beastly form.

Roland is quick to disengage from the scene. Once Argent was adequately bit, the lycanthrope steps away and shifts back to his human form. "Good God the taste of blood is atrocious…"

Argent just huffs out a breath in pain as he rolls himself off the bed. It's a pitiful twenty seconds of pain and grunting, the hunter landing front first on the floor before he shakily stood up. "A-ahhh… but it's… not the full moon…"

"I know, but something a lot of hunters seem to neglect is how other moon phases seem to work." Roland walks towards Argent again, the hunter taking a step back. To Roland, he could smell fear from the once supposedly fearless hunter. "Magic isn't a very common practice in these parts, so I wouldn't say it's surprising your guild never taught you about it."

"It… it was a footnote- supposedly impossible to learn and function!"

"To the average human, yes. Most of what you call supernatural entities can learn it pretty well though. It's just not the most common practice." Roland snips his fingers and the shadow entity that stood at the adjacent wall of the room dispels revealing a shattered window.

Argent shakily tried to walk, but found the pain he was in a little too unbearable to move properly. He begins to tip over, but his fall is swiftly stopped by Roland.

"The wounds should shut pretty quickly."

"W… why are…"

"Don't think of this as some kind of 'I care about you' bullshit. Frankly, I'd have ripped you apart ages ago. But you hunters seem so easy to fool, and I was getting a little lonely out here."

Argent's mouth hung open. "E-excuse me?"

"Hey, magic can do a lot of shit! I thought 'why not use it and get myself a guy!' Admittedly, it took months of preparing and learning how to enact such a spell that'd be done through bitten transfer. And then there was…"

Argent pulled away. "What the hell are you talking about??"

Roland let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, I think I'm done with this." He walks away from Argent and leans on the opposing wall, golden eyes piercing into Argent's green ones. "I'm just going to forgo any explanation. You won't remember it anyway once the transformation starts."

At that very comment the pain in Argent's arm slowly begins to subside. Turning his head his eyes widened at the sight of his shoulder which was now visible through the rips in his clothing caused by Roland's bite. Blood was coagulating at a rapid pace, wounds quickly filling and scarring over.

"This… this can't be…"

It only took a few seconds before scars dispelled and healing on the surface finished. Pain continued to fade as the bones in his shoulder realigned and healed as well, the region quickly looking good as new. He then started feeling a warmth in both of his arms…

His hand trembles as he lifts it up into view, small spasms coursing through it. Watching fearfully, Argent witnesses his nails extend slightly into blunted points. They don't become claws, but there's a certain bestial tone to them. The back of his hand gains a similar tone as the smoothness of his skin begins to dissipate into a coarser look. Upon it sprouts deep brown hairs that trail across the back of his hand.

Flipping it over doesn't give him any respite either. The skin on his palms darken slightly, getting puffier and rougher. A hardness forms within them as well, caused by the formation of calluses. At the same time the size of his hand seems to increase as well. Fingers got thicker and fatter, the hand itself swelling in size as it got increasingly meatier.

His arms seemed to follow in an instant, Argent groaning as he started to feel his trenchcoat tighten around the limbs. "H-how-" he grunts out, feeling his muscle mass increase with each passing second. The rest of his clothing also felt like it was getting smaller as his entire body size seemed to fluctuate, although it was at a much slower rate than his sleeves.

"You wouldn't understand," Roland responds with a shake of his head. "All I will say is you aren't becoming a wolf yet. Just the man who contains it." Roland then smirks. "I also feel you'll grow to enjoy it~"

And Argent was indeed growing. His forearms thickened, bulk and muscle laying on them where such amounts of it wasn't there before. He could feel his bones creak and pressurize as they extended alongside them, shifting into a size better equipped to handle his inevitable new form. His biceps and triceps bloated as well, the ridges of their musculature steadily etching into the fabric of the sleeves of his hunting attire. His undershirt was growing uncomfortable at a rapid pace, and his trenchcoat was following that example.

Away from his eyesight beneath the stretching fabric came an additional swath of changes. Age creeping in his skin, hardening it and giving it an almost leathery texture to it. Arm hair grew plentiful on the back of his arms, starting off as a sparse growth before it blossomed into a thick forest of curly brown hairs. Grays also speckled these hairs, further showing his shift in age.

His muscles continue to balloon, rips beginning to form in his undershirt as things continue to process. He could hear a chorus of tears ring from the left half of his trenchcoat as well as his delts followed swiftly behind, broadening his shoulders to a thickness akin to that of his arms. The arm holes of his undercoat began to constrict as a result.

Aggression soon started to seep into Argent's emotions. He lifts up his head to look up at the creature that's done this to him. He shakily begins to try and walk over to Roland's position on the other side of the room, body trembling beneath its increasing weight both physically and emotionally. "Is this… vengeance?" he spits out, his breathing growing labored as the changes begin to enter his chest. The sound of one of the many belts surrounding his torso tightening, the metal creaking for a few seconds before snapping fills the air as Argent awaits a response.

"You could say that. It's less vengeance and more… vindication? Justice? The right words are so hard to find these days."

"Stop fucking dancing around the question and answer me you flearidden piece of-"

"See, there it is. You hunters seem to have this whole issue with us for… no good reason? I could never tell. Perhaps it's some underground war caused by predecessors long gone. I'm just trying to subdue that!" Roland stops leaning on the wall and takes a step forward. "Us so-called 'monsters' are people just like you. And yet, so many of you seem so… obsessed with wiping us out."

The sound of metal snapping as a second belt buckle on Argent's body breaks pierces the air.

"I hope that's not silver…" Roland says with a hint of concern.

Argent just growls as his balance finally destabilizes, the man stumbling sideways and banging his right arm on the wall. The meatiness of it mitigates whatever pain he would've gotten from it though. Even then, he's too focused on trying to breathe as he feels the belts and undercoat of his attire continue to constrict his body in what practically feels lethal.

The zipper of his undercoat begins to move downwards as his torso barrels forward. Thick muscle swelled it in size, mass filling them out as he was given hefty pectorals. However, their musculature seemed to fade almost instantaneously as a softness accumulated around them. A tear quickly formed in his undershirt as fat bubbled into existence in his torso. A thick bush of hair was also growing across the area as well, overtaking the skin as a coarse fluffiness sprouted across his chest.

The zipper of his undercoat continued to move downwards before it was stopped by his third belt, which was located on his abdominal. Both his third and his fourth belts were all that remained, stretching and attempting to contain his thickening form to the best of their ability. Argent began to slump, body sliding down the wall as his oxygen intake was beginning to seem insufficient to his body's needs.

Luckily, all of that was about to be alleviated.

The zipper was the first to break apart as his abdomen started swelling in size. Abdominal muscles were the first to form, rippling outsides and etching into the fabric and leather of his clothing. His frame even was broadened to accompany this, the fourth belt being the next to snap and fall away.

His belly then bubbled. Much like his torso, his stomach was gaining weight as well. Fat filled the area, his belly going from toned to pudgy in seconds, then pudgy to chubby. Fat continued to accumulate in the area, constantly filling his belly until it was given a sizable gut that shattered his third belt and completely broke the zipper of his undercoat. It continues to extend beyond that, his undershirt riding up his belly to reveal thick hair growing across it.

The button holding his pants together was the next to snap under the pressure of his belly. Argent, breathing heavily now as he looked down at it. He was trying to keep it together, but there was obviously fear in his eyes. He then noticed the floor starting to get further away from him, a chill entering his legs as his height seemed to begin to shift. This was accompanied by the feeling of pressure in his back and legs.

That feeling in his back only seemed to build up more and more. Constantly and feverishly, it felt like something was trying to bust out of the base of his spine.

"A tail…" he whispers, the pieces falling into place.

"Yup. I do suggest you lower the seat of your pants a little just to let the little thing flow out more freely." Roland nonchalantly advised, as if he's trying to help.

Argent begrudgingly accepts, shakily moving a hand to his behind and lowering his pants a little. The building pressure seems to subside as he feels a more slithery feeling then come from the base of his spine. He didn't want to watch, but he knew what it was. The tail extended from his rump, growing and expanding as short fluff and fuzz sprouted from the flesh. It continues to extend until it reaches the length to brush the crus of his leg. Shortly after that the fur bushes out, thick in fluffiness and dusty brown in color. A proper wolf's tail.

Argent's breathing slows, getting heavier and deeper. It was almost guttural. "What will you… gain from this…" he says between breaths. "Once this is over I could still kill you where you stand!"

"Could, but not would." Roland says coyly, laying back on the wall he stood in front of. "There's a few things that still need to be put in still, but I think you'll be reconsidering those thoughts."

"Shut up!" Argent yells, his voice noticeably deeper and more bestial. He momentarily regains the strength to heave himself from the wall and move forward a few steps, but his new weight throws him off balance again and he quickly stumbles to the other end of the room. He's prompted to hold the sill of the window he shot through.

The sleeves of his trenchcoat finally break apart as his skin begins to show, and his chest continues to gain visibility as his body continues to bloat and fatten. It seems to slow, though, as if it were finally reaching its apex. Thick hair carpets his chest even more, an almost furry look seeming to envelope it as brown and grays spiral around the region. It looked to be even thicker than what Roland possessed.

He tries to readjust his legs, his pants tightening even more as the muscles within that area begin to bulk up as well. The seat of his pants filled out more and more, his rump plumping as fat filled it out. It was becoming big, round, and squishy. The expansion of his rear got to a point that the seat of his pants split rather quickly, his underwear struggling to stretch themselves over his buttocks.

At the same time the seams of the sides of his pants started to tear apart, his thigh muscles swelling in size. Quads and hamstrings working out in tandem, thickening and bloating with increasing muscle mass. A softness rounded out the ridges as fat accumulation soon followed. And much like his arms, the bones in his legs shifted structure, lengthening and strengthening in order to support his weight better.

Similar changes were being mirrored beneath his knees, his calves growing larger and pushing up against the leather of his boots. Their swelling pulled against the strings of his footwear, pulling at them and effortlessly snapping them. Thick hairs also grew plentiful around his legs as well.

His boots were already pretty tight but as the final swath of changes reached his feet his footwear was pushed to its limit. The toecaps bulged, his toes pushing up to them as his feet grew even larger. He could feel pressure in his nails, no doubt them gaining the same dull claw feature as his fingernails. His soles itched, hardening with calluses and etching with scars. It wasn't long before his boots finally gave way, feet bursting out of them, crawling out the fractured brown leather and feeling the chill of the air. Dense, curly hairs grew upon the back of his feet as well.

The remains of his boots easily slipped off as Argent started stumbling around again. He wasn't acclimated to this weight, this size. His pants tore against his moving legs, the sleeves of his shirt tearing apart as well. His uniform was in tatters at this point.

His footsteps are heavy on the wooden floorboards of the bedroom. His mind races as he begins to realize only one part of his body is left unchanged. His head…

"Here…" Roland says as he walks towards the worried hunter. Sharpening his claws, he grips onto Argent's undershirt and tears off a large chunk of it. He does the same to the hunter's overcoat, but leaves the trenchcoat on. "Consider this an exoneration of your sins, best hunter of the guild."

Now Argent's newly formed, hairy chest and belly were mostly visible to the world. "That's a body I like…" Roland whispers lustfully.

Argent lets out a shuddered breath, but tries to put up a front. "B… big mistake…"

"I think the only one who's made a mistake here is you." Now Roland is the one with the cocky smile. Despite Argent's new height, towering over Roland by a little less than a foot, Roland doesn't seem to care. He doesn't seem to care that Argent could go toe to toe with him on equal footing. He doesn't care about anything at all. Instead, he embraces Argent in a hug, nestling his head into the hunter's burly chest.

"Wh- what the fuck are you doing-" Argent says with a literal growl escaping his throat.

Roland only gives him a single response. "Your voice is so deep. So sexy…"

Argent's chest warmed at the… the compliment? What the…

One of Roland's hands starts to slip downward, trailing down the larger man's spine. It's soft. It's sensual. It's…

"Your heart is beating faster," Roland starts. "I can smell it off you as well. You can sense it too, yeah?"

Argent just swallowed a lump in his throat. "I… I…"

Roland's hand then dashes upwards and onto Argent's head. He begins to ruffle the man's hair. "Why don't we speed this up. Go on, hunter. Give in. Well, you won't be a hunter anymore after this…"

Argent shuddered, but he was finding it hard to be afraid. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's… enjoying it. "Nngh, must… resist…"

It became hard to do so, though. Argent's ears started to sharpen to a point, shifting in structure to become more triangular. Lupine. They pulled upwards and after a few seconds sat atop his head. Brown fur practically covered them in an instant after that. Roland then repositioned his hand and… started scratching behind one.

"You love this, don't you Bertie…"

"Mmph… yeah…" Argent's cheeks flushed. "W-wait, no… can't… nngh…"

"Stop resisting," Roland uses his strength to grip Argent's body closer. His head positions itself to look at Argent's face. "Don't you feel it? Everything finally kicking into gear?"

Argent's face itched, and from this itch came longer stubble. His previously light stubble grew longer, curling in on itself and getting denser. Thick hairs grew into a mustache above his lip. Thicker hairs conglomerated into a beard. Even after forming a beard it seemed to get thicker, denser, longer and fluffier. It has the same fur-like density as his chest hair, it had the same coloration and scale of grayness to it. It was a beard that felt so… so fluffy…

"My… head's hurtin'..." Argent says. His voice seems to lower more, a husky tone gaining prominence than it did before. Roland then stops scratching his ear in order to reposition the hand under his chin and scratches that instead, stimulating the beard fur and his mind.

"A good scratch always makes you feel better, Bertie." Roland's voice seems so filled with fondness.

"That's not my…"

"Oh but it is," Roland interrupts. "Bertolf Forrester."

Argent's head slumps at the sound of the name. It sounds so… good. Proper. Correct.

His head starts to restructure, face growing wider and rounder, cheeks filling with fat as it becomes squishier. His nostrils flare up as his nose expands, rounding out. His youthfulness also starts draining, skin gaining age as it gets rougher and older. Signs of aging crept besides his eyes and mouth, circulating around his face. His eyebrows become thicker. His eyes become a little wider. He goes from looking like a cocky young adult to a friendly older man.

His age has been shot up; twenties, thirties, fourties. His face, his body, settles at being in his early fifties with small amounts of gray etching into the hair on his head. As for the remainder of the hair on his head; the dirty blonde changes shade into a deep brown. The fringe style of it shortens, follicles twisting as it becomes a shorter, curlier style.

"K…keep goin'..." the now older man whispers, almost pleasured by this.

"Feeling any better, Bertie?"

"I…" Argent squeezes his eyes. "I can't… I need to…"

In a second the positions of Roland's hands switch. One remains around the body of Argent, but the other switches back to behind him and moves downwards to his butt. Roland then gives it a firm squeeze. "Let. It. All. Go."

Argent begins to slump, something possessing him as his back arches and his face grows closer to Roland's. Resistance is getting harder. That urge to give in increases with each act Roland does to him. He wants to hate the werewolf but something in his mind was preventing him. He's getting filled with affection for Roland. To…

A part of him tries to escape one final time. A futile attempt to pull away, but he finds himself confused. He finds his entire sense of self confused. Why is he… why is he so afraid? Why doesn't he want to give in? What stops him from giving in?

Something shifts within him. He begins to move closer, his fears subsiding rapidly. Technically, his whole identity subsides. Years of hunting and killing unjustly. Years of satisfaction at the sight of bloodshed. They are washed out of his mind in an instant. The only hunting he seems to care about is going out into the forest and looking for a good deer to slay.

His eyes snap away from Roland's, he looks to where his… weapon was meant to be. He doesn't know what to expect, but he finds a weird conglomeration of wood and metal that seems to be growing larger. It looked less like whatever it used to be. It looked like an axe.

Something on his body shifts as well. Tightness alleviating, material getting slightly more comfortable. He doesn't look, but part of him knows what's happening.

The bottom of his trenchcoat slinked upwards until it nestled at his hips. The buttons of it shifted from metal to plastic, growing slightly smaller. The material softens, thinning out into something more cottony and casual. Then there's the coloration, dull brown becoming a red, gaining a pattern as bold red lines of various shades criss-crossed around the new material giving it a plaid look. The trenchcoat's collar shrinks as it's lapel dissipates, and the collar itself folds downwards into a different kind of collar. He can feel shreds of clothing slink away from his arms as well, his new flannel being given a torn sleeve look.

His pants are the only other article of clothing that shifts. Size altering to fit his new meaty legs, deep brown shifting into a dark blue. The material hardened as it altered, becoming denim as multiple pockets seemed to fade into the material with only two front pockets and two back ones staying. The bottoms of the new jeans wear and shred, the denim clearly having gone through many arduous experiences. All that remains is a belt, one of the only ones that remained on his body slithering around it and nestling around the loops of his jeans. It remains unbuckled, and the jeans unbuttoned.

Shreds of his former clothing still do remain, though, but all of the significance of them fades. All Argent can think of is Roland, love welling up within the man.

Roland uncups the man's butt and lifts his hand to the back of Argent's head. "Let's finish this…" he says with a smirk as he begins to lower Argent's head to his own. After a few seconds of leaning in…

Their lips finally touch.

Bertolf's eyes flitter as his head is filled with memories. New information was given to him at a rapid, near instantaneous pace. His life as a lycanthrope, his job as a lumberjack. Everything associated with that as fifty two years of information was shoved into his mind. His personality was altered, his emotions were altered. Everything was becoming this new being, the former monster hunter being erased completely from the mind of this man. This continues for a minute. And in that minute, everything is set in stone within Bertolf.

They then break away, both participants breathing heavily.

Bertolf takes a few moments to take everything in, but once he comes to his senses he speaks. "Wh… what was I talkin' 'bout again?"

Roland shrugs. "I don't think it'll matter."

Bertolf tilts his head, a brow raising, but doesn't question it. With a deep laugh he says, "Can't even remember what we were doing!"

He then takes a few steps back and looks around. "The heck happen to the window? And why do I smell… silver…"

Roland just walks closer to him. "While you were out I had a little skirmish with an intruder. They were dealt with rather quickly, though…"

Bertolf eyes Roland. "Rolly, please don' tell me ya' killed 'em."

Roland rolled his eyes. "No, no! Just gave him a good bite. You know I hate the taste of human blood anyway."

"Yuh, yuh, you always say that. Good thing it ain't a full moon or you woulda made a powerful new enemy, heh."

Roland just nods before his stomach growls. One of Bertolf's ears flick at the sound, the man smiling. "Ough, guess someone's hungry!"

"Yup."

"Then I'll start preppin' dinner! Should have some leftover deer meat in the freezer."

"Heh, you always make the best deer, Bertie."

"Awh, thank ya!"

Bertolf takes a few steps, but stops when he notices his trusty axe on the ground. He picks it up and eyes it, sniffing an unfamiliar smell from it. "That guy who snuck in here tried to use this as well, huh?"

Roland took a few seconds to come up with a response. "Yyyep. Shot- I mean, sliced my arm pretty good."

Bertolf questions the legitimacy for a moment, noticing the lack of blood on the axe's blade, but chooses to ignore it. Turning around he heaves the axe onto his shoulder and smiles. "I'll find a better place to put this then. For now though: deer!"

The older man then leaves the bedroom, ideas running around for how to prep dinner. Roland can hear an exasperated sigh as his husband enters the living room, presumably noticing the mess he made in there earlier. With a soft chuckle he says something before Bertolf could comment. "Sorry about the living room by the way! Things got feisty."

"And I thought it was only us who got feisty in here!" Bertolf yells back, then follows up his comment with a deep laugh. It fills Roland with warmth. Amorous warmth.

Tenseness drains from him as he truly calms down. He looks around at the bedroom. Glass shards strewn across the floor, blood pooling near and on the bed. Both are going to be bitches to clean.

He then eyes a single hole on the floor, nose scrunching up as he smells the atrocious odor of silver. He walks over it and bends down, unsheathing his claws and digging them into the hole. He pulls out a single silver bullet.

"We both took a gamble here. Seems like you were the one that lost."

He stands back up and begins to saunter towards the door threshold. He deposits the bullet in one of the few things that remained upright in the room, a small trash can beside the doorway, and then walks out.

His plan was successful. It likely won't be one that would be repeatable, but it was successful nonetheless. He managed to take down one of the most prolific hunters in the guild. The very thought made him shiver with pride. Spells like the one he used were always unpredictable, and that was if they even worked. He's not sure what he expected as a result, but a new husband was at the very least a desirable option.

He peers into the kitchen, his golden eyes watching Bertolf pull a slab of deer meat out the freezer and stare at it in thought. The man was ignorant of who he was. Who his ideals used to be. Who his allegiance used to be to.

Was this result too much of a reward for the acts he committed? Maybe it was. But does it matter? Argent Chandler is just a faded entity now. Gone from this world. In his stead was someone better. Someone loving, someone caring.

Roland inhales, then exhales. Then smiles. Loneliness is long forgotten now. He has someone he loves, and someone who loves him back, and…

And there was no taking that from him now.

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Mission No° 479: October 31, 20XX

Target Name: Roland Forrester

Agent On-Call: Agent No° 47 ~ Argent Chandler

Status of Mission: Unfulfilled [ICED]

Date of Icing: December 1, 20XX

Reason of Icing: Agent No° 47 (Argent Chandler) was dispatched to take out the target at roughly 11pm on the date shown. His last message to any other agent was at 11:32pm. Since then he has gone missing for roughly a month. Agent No° 52 (Mariana Gigan) was dispatched to the location fifteen days after Agent No° 47's disappearance with the intent to locate a possible body. All she found was a cabin with two noticeable lycanthrope members. She did not engage and instead left unnoticed.

It should be noted that the cabin was stated to only have one inhabitant until fairly recently. We theorize that the original lycanthrope in question (Roland Forrester) managed to conduct a turning that seemed to shift Agent No° 47 in a different manner than usual. We are unsure how such an occurrence could happen, nor do we wish to investigate it unless we are prompted to by an orderer. As a result this case is now iced and will not be reopened further_

#character tf #transformation #human tf #bara tf #weight gain tf #male transformation #tf

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dragynkeep · 10 months

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Miles fucking Luna just admitted on Cameo bumbleby was made canon soley because of its popularity with shippers and "would have toned down the Black Sun moments" had they known beforehand! Ais, please bully this beta looking crackhead on Twitter for me because I don't have an account and I refuse to get one

i watched the video & 1. why does he look like that & 2. why is he so goddamn close to the camera. back tf up on this cameo you've owed someone for ages, maybe try & be a little professional & not look like you're recording this on your smoke break.

it's also interesting he doesn't mention why he had to turn cameo off for a bit when some of the last cameos he had included misusing the word genocide over a fictional character & then pimping out his own self insert as "bisexual" & having to walk it back when people, desperate for queer mlm representation in this homophobic ass show, were wondering if it was actually going to be canon when. nah. he just said it for money :))

"you asked if there was any behind the scenes info for bumblby, which is hard cause i don't think there's much to talk about" for a ship you've apparently had in the works for 10 years? since the beginning? kept so under wraps? whatever, miles.

ohhh my god miles bringing up that blake is the bisexual queen & "everyone wants to date her" as if he wasn't disgustingly biphobic & joked about getting off to women kissing in front of him as well as asking if bisexual women were "truly bisexual" or just "sipped from the fur cup" with his best friend who sexually harasses women.

it's also weird that this essentially confirms the reason she has the "blake harem" is because she's bisexual, as well as being "cute & pretty." which. fall into a hole, luna, you ugly fuck.

also positing sun & blake on their faunus relationship as the much smaller one while being deluded there was anything to yang & blake over the "much longer relationship" besides a shit ton of shared trauma & no in depth discussions, no romantic connection, nothing until the last two volumes where they were like "welp, better get this yuri train on the road" & invented moments for them out of nowhere that were out of character & did a disservice to their actual characters.

"they're finally in a place where they can admit their feelings to one another" but why? nothing has changed between them, they've actively ignored or pushed aside the so called "baggage & drama" that miles described them going through & in this volume they were essentially made by the environment to confess their feelings, not through any genuine connection. there was no reason that this confession couldn't have happened in all the life threatening situations last volume & i would've been spared yang fetishizing blake's racial features.

overall: this cameo just confirms the worst of what we knew about crwby in regards to sun / blake / yang. whatever was popular was going to be canon, they didn't care or understand their characters motivations & there is so much biphobia in their treatment of their main bisexual character in regards to both her love life & the confirmation of it only coming in a wlw relationship, downplaying all sides of her attraction.

they could've had blake be confirmed bisexual from day one. they could've done more with blake & yang in the early volumes instead of borderline pimping her out to the cast to have a harem because of said bisexuality & her "cuteness" when in what way does that fit the reserved & cautious blake we know?

this is five minutes of my time i'll never get back & i wish miles a very happy get [redacted] because your shitty voice sounds like razor blades in my ear, you unwashed biphobic fuck.

#rwby #rwde #anti miles luna #sun wukong #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #blacksun #anti bumblby #bumblby critical #biphobia in media #ais.txt #answered #q

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okay let me see if I have this straight. (subsystem stuff beneath the cut)

there's... more of us than I care to keep track of but I'm going to search my brain and try to figure out who tf all is in here. I have a nasty suspicion there's a bunch I'll be missing and that there's. a lot more jack parts than I think, certainly more than I am currently aware of.

j1- me, allegedly? most often fronter, I do most relationship and daily life things

j2- the Introject. he really id's with his source and is generally pretty subdued. probably a TH

j3 and j4- I. do not know the different between them tbh. he and 4 are, I think, fairly similar? maybe one is from [redacted city] and the other is from [other redacted place we've lived]. they're both social protectors who handle in person friendships, especially when there's substance use involved. both are. I think. introjects but not as intensely as 2

j5- bitter "shoot first ask questions later" asshole who deals w a lot of conflict

j6- somehow subtly different than j2

[redacted] jack- the one who lived with our partner's family for a while and fronts when we're therr

financial jack- the poor guy who had to deal with everything around that time I got defrauded out of something like $1800 total, deals with bank stuff and has general Money Anxiety at any given time

ajax- 16/17 y/o dickhead who needs to lay off the monster and would probably benefit from a high dose of adhd meds to slow him down. egotistical motherfucker

jax- 14-ish, much calmer than ajax. tends towards being sad and triggered, almost certainly a TH

caretaker jack- cooks and cleans, idk if he's super self aware but he sure isn't any of the rest of us

kid jack- apparently exists. 10 at the very oldest, probably younger. idk what his deal is but he seems to come around when I'm breaking down

I am not gonna count how many that is. I'm looking away.

#bleghhhhhh

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Rewatching the begining of the house of Solaire series as a redacted fan, three years after it's release, as someone who honestly didn't really like it

Summit live reaction esque post alright

Warning: I luuuv redacted okay I just don't like the start of this particular series alrightttt I'm not a hater okay don't come at me (also this isn't some serious critique/analysis dw we're just messing around)

First off: Audio RP | found by a flirty vampire

The best part of the first video is the beginning with the video tape being played that's honestly such a slay move

CRINGING RIGHT AWAYYY EUGG

I honestly hate beginning Vincent I wish a piano would fall on him

WHY IS HE FLIRTING SO AGGRESSIVELY AN INCUBUS TRYING TO FIND A CHARGE WOULD BE MORE CLASSY

And this is an old video (the first one to be exact) so he's doing that weird half whispering thing and there's no sound effects

Idk why y'all headcannon Lovely to be a woman this creature is completely fine with some stranger coming up to them in a dark creepy abandoned theme park and hitting on them aggressively they have the preservation skills of a dodo bird

"just what kind of things have you heard? Maybe that uh... devilishly handsome men with pale skin and silver eyes prowl the grounds?"

"demons are very much real"

William and the other clan members listening to Vincent break covert for some they/them bussy: 😐😐😐😐

"Oh I know I'm very close, you're welcome!" KILL YOURSELF!!!!!

I HATE when he calls them "little one" YOU'RE WEIRD are you 20 or 40 PICK ONE YOU CAN'T BOUNCE BETWEEN BOTH YOU'RE WEIRD

"Oh hush I'm not touching" STOOPPP STOPP ITTTT IF YOU PULL THIS SHIT WITH THE WRONG PERSON YOU'RE GETTING TAZED

"do you work out?" YOU ARE GAAAYYY🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

"And a blush! Oh how cute" WHITE MAN MOMENT!!! WHITE MAN MOMENT ERIK YOU ARE A WHITE MAN!!!!

First "Lovely" drop how we feelin

Adam is getting cucked HARD at that meeting rn send a prayer for him

"You should be very grateful that I found you before one of my counterparts did." WHY ARE YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP ADMITTING THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLAN THAT WOULD HURT AN UNEMPOWERED HUMAN THAT WONDERED ONTO WONDERWORLD GROUNDS??? KICK THEM OUT????

"I'm old enough to keep my hunger in check. Some of them are still... learning." Now Adam is not only getting cucked but getting dissed also pray for that man

"Your blood practically sings to me, you know that?" This is a good time to remind the audience that Lovely at this point still thinks that Vincent is pretending to be a vampire and still hasn't booked tf out of there

7:18 tummy rumble #1

"it isn't safe here at night." Why??? Again if there are legitimately clan members that you think would harm a human beyond what is allowed by law you shouldn't keep them in the clan??? I get that this is supposed to foreshadow Adam but isn't Vincent at this point supposed to believe that Adam is just a newborn asshole who doesn't like following the rules? IF YOU THINK HE'S CAPABLE OF INJURING OR EVEN KILLING A UNEMPOWERED HUMAN FOR FUNZIES TELL THE DEPARTMENT ABOUT IT???

"You'd barely be able to walk by the time I'm done with you" RUN LOVELY RUN

WILLIAM AND ALEXIS AND SAM ARE LISTENING TO THIS BTW.

8:40 tummy rumble #2

"all you have to do is call my name" okay I get that vampires have superior hearing but are we supposed to believe he's going to be able to hear them calling out for him across the city? How is my man not constantly overwhelmed?

Vincent going back to the meeting like "what did I miss lmao"

Honestly congratulations on Erik because people saw this video and went "you know what, I'm gonna subscribe to this guy"

Thank God this isn't the first video I saw because if it was I would be doing my impression of what Lovely should've done as soon as Vincent approached them and sprinting away at full speed

Next vid:

Audio RP | Finding a flirty vampire in your bed

LOVELY RUN A STRANGE MAN THAT PRETENDS HE'S A VAMPIRE JUST APPEARED IN YOUR HOME CALL THE POLICE!!!

He just called himself a hunk I'm killing myself

Vincent you are no hunk half the fandom headcannons you to have the sluttiest waist and aesthetic skinny Pinterest fingers you are a twink

I saw the imperium AU alright. I was THERE

And I'm not just talking about imp Adam, I'm talking about Imp! ASHER. You think I didn't see that shit?

"What's the matter Lovely? Weren't expecting to come home to find a man on your bed?' YES.

"These sheets are heavenly by the way. I'm sure they must feel good balled up in your fists."

The sheets in question:

"So many questions, don't you ever go with the flow?"

Vincent really just said "when I'm waiting for you in your bed after a long day I want appreciation! Not this "Who are you?" "How did you get into my house?" "What are you doing here?""

DON'T YOU GIGGLE AT ME LIKE YOU'RE CURRENT VINCENT I STILL DON'T LIKE YOU

AND YOU LOVELY DON'T YOU HIT HIM ALL PLAYFULLY LIKE HE ISN'T A STRANGE MAN THAT BROKE INTO YOUR APARTMENT!! YOUR ASS IS NOT HONEY SIT DOWN.

"Where exactly are we standing in terms of your beliefs?" Now he's talking like a therapist great.

3:21 tummy rumble #3

"Alright I'm serious. This is my serious voice. Can't you tell?"

Eugghhhhhhhhhhh

Senorita awesome everybody

"are you afraid I might put you in some kind of trans?" Too late 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

"bend your will to mine? Make your body and mind my playground?" Literally leave this shit to Adam. I don't need both of y'all pulling this noncon fantasy bullshit

"they gotta be contacts" wait til this mf find out some people have gray eyes naturally

My ass was so disappointed when I found out their eyes weren't red listening to this for the first time

"see? *tap tap tap* fangs" you can get fangs implanted by a dentist. Like I get you really are a vampire but like you're making this game extremely easy

7:33 tummy rumble #4

7:47 tummy rumble #5

Listen, if a strange man pins me down onto my bed to prove he has special abilities, super strength or not, I'm kicking him in the ballz to prove a point

"I wanted to take you right there." IN FRONT OF YOUR WHOLE CLAN??!?!?

Current Vincent: the Solaire clan doesn't need to kill to get what they want. I only killed Adam because I had to

Ep2 Vincent: I would've killed anyone who got close to you lmao ♥️

I want to focus at the matter at hand but all I can hear is Erik's chair rattling

"that was too close... I almost lost it" Vincent is turning into Lasko yay

"I won't loose control"- Vincent an episode before he looses control

And there he goes

Next vid:

Audio RP | Flirty vampire looses control

Time to get reminded that I actually hate Adam and that he's not just a silly little fact got vamp

HIS VOICE SOUNDED SO DIFFERENT EUGHHH

WHY HASN'T HE HIT PUBERTY YET ☹️

"What's the matter? Your little boyfriend never transed you before?" Well somebody's jealous

"I never would've pegged Vincent as the uh... sentimental type?" Believe me there is no universe where you're pegging Vincent in any way shape or form

1:09 tummy rumble #6

"We could all hear the conversation you two were having ya know." Yeah and you were edging yourself the whole time

"Oh relax I'm just touching you." Adam.

"Is a vampire toying with you a lot less fun when he's not a self conscious little coward?" ADAM😨

"Vincent isn't anything in this clan, I hope you know that." BOOO BOOO🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅CRINGE

For the love of god stop squealing you fruity piece of shit

This fucker is so gay why are you standing there fantasizing about what sort of intimate acts your nemesis was doing to this person

4:34 tummy rumble #7

Also someone please tell him to stop doing that weird ass high pitched wheeze laugh it's getting annoying

EWWW I DON'T LIKE TONGUE NOISES NO NO NOT LIKE THIS

How I imagine Vincent slapped Adam:

"Evening Vincent 💞😋" this fucker so gay

Him saying "oh fuck" with his voice all quivery and shit wasn't because he was scared it was cut he was hard I know Erik told me personally

The way Vincent doesn't sound intimidating at ALL LMAO

Imagine just getting practically assaulted and the guy who saved you starts growling "mine" I'd kms personally

"He, Adam, got my predator instincts going." SHUT UP OMGGGG

9:33 tummy rumble #8 ERIK EAT SOMETHING BEFORE FILMING GOTDAYM

"Why did you have to come here? I told you to stay away." You see it is because they are stupid. Hope that helps!

UGGG I HATE HIM "When Adam tries to bite you it's weird and fucked up but when I do it it's hawt🤪"

Vampire slurping noises yay

I like how in the desc he clarifies that Adam and Vincent are two different people and that it's not a Jekyll and Hyde situation

What he thought we were gonna think happened fr:

I'll probably do more videos later but I'm tiered now

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted vincent solaire #redacted lovely #redacted adam #redacted solaire clan

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Buckle up! I've got a couple hours to kill and Hush's new vid in the background, so it's time to theorize.

Theory (and spoilers for both of Hush's vids) will be below the cut.

Aria sleeper agent.

WAIT WAIT STAY WITH ME --

Maybe "sleeper agent" isn't the best way to describe what I'm thinking. There are so many cool theories going around about what Hush is, and given the most recent audio I've become partial to @fluffsoo's theory about that, but this is going to be more so focused on why Hush is.

So. It's widely accepted that Hush's "purpose" and the Sovereigns are connected somehow, and seeing as most of the other recent lore-heavy uploads have been Sovereign-related, I believe that as well. That being said, I don't think Hush's original purpose was to free the Sovereigns. I think it may have changed to that.

This part kind of uses reasoning from my Sovereign/Seer theory, and while I'm not married to that theory, I do like this trend that I've been setting up. Due to the ancient Serenity Daemons (Deathwalkers) forgetting their purpose, I think that over time, the Sovereigns have been connecting more and more to the realms outside of Death. They speak on Elegy through Shades and, if said theory is somewhat correct, they see on Elegy through Seers. But what about Aria?

Hush. In his first audio, he says that he's "a little new here". Now, "here" could mean new to Elegy or new to life in general, but either way, this stands (sort of). Hush feeds on Arcana, which is what Aria is made out of. That's why humans can't go there; Arcana destroys everything physical. With that in mind, Aria would have a constant supply of energy for Hush. If we run with the theory that Hush is an experiment created by the Sovereigns for his "purpose", then that choice of what he eats was deliberate on their part.

Continuing with the idea that Hush was created by the Sovereigns for this "purpose", then it was also their choice to make him formless. Formless, as in something that can exist in Aria. Something that could hide in Aria.

So what do we have? A being that can sustain itself while remaining undetected in Aria. That, to me, screams surveillance. Eyes in Aria. Something to keep tabs on the D(a)emon realm while the Sovereigns continue scheming on how to get out of Death. The only issue is that Hush was caught. Maybe it was an anomaly in the Spellsong (which might be what Articulates can detect but don't get me started lmao) or maybe he slipped up and revealed himself -- it doesn't matter. He was caught and chased out of Aria.

I think Hush's purpose changed when he reached Elegy. He'd failed at his previous one, but the Sovereigns had made him powerful and versatile enough to carry out a new purpose. To free them from their prison in Death.

Who knows! This is a lot of speculation and assumptions, but to be honest that's all I really have right now. I'm working on a "who tf is Hush's brother" theory too, because that's one of the things that's throwing me for a loop with this one. As always, if you see any loopholes or have any evidence that might disprove this, please let me know! I'm always happy to talk Redacted theories with people :D

#so scared about tagging someone for the first time #but like fr if you haven't seen fluff's theory on hush #it's really good #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted theories #redacted hush #tbh probably gonna look back at this in like a day and be like #“wtf was i thinking??”#anyway time to go back to tma byeeee

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Luxe the rin hcs were from me btw!!! 🧋I don’t think I ever clarified that before but heheheh yeah

rin is totally an emo skateboard boy (he’s an adrenaline junkie) who loves ur titties frfr he didn’t know he was a titty boy until he accidentally groped them while he was trying to teach u to skate like he felt them bad bois and was like oh my god??? Tits? In my hands? So soft? Are those nipples? Are those Y O U R nipples huh???! Why do you not have a bra on?!!! The exchange was quick and he played it down with one of his shitty remarks “use your feet much, idiot?” He’s such a brat but after that encounter, it straight up rewired his brain and suddenly he’s scrolling through his camera roll at night trying to find that one pic of you guys from the beach last summer so he could jerk off to ur bikini clad tits 🙄 he’s highkey lowkey a bit of a perv!

and when y’all are out he’ll order himself a dish he’s knows you would never order yourself so he can feed you food off his plate!!! Rin loves feeding u he thinks ur so damn cute when your eyes light up and open your mouth for another bite :3 He’s such a sweetheart underneath that cold exterior bullshit!!!

THE SHAKING ORGASM HOHOHO MYYYY this man’s a mess when he cums and if you start shaking too hes gonna hit you with that “are you really gonna fucking make fun me right now??” Y’all joke around and pick on each other way too much so of course both of you think the other is clowning on the state ur in right now. After a few glares are shared u guys can’t help but laugh at how sensitive u both are UGHHHHHH HE LOVES YOUUUU SO MUCH I could also write 50k abt him fifjdjdjdjdjdj I want him to [redacted] my ******* and <censored> my *car crash sounds*

LUXE LUV U HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT DAY BB <3

I THOUGHT THEY WERE BUT I WASN'T CONFIDENT SO DIDN'T WANNA TAG JUST IN CASE BUT THANK U BABY AAAAA

oh my god pervy rin makes me absolutely INSANE U HAVE NOOOOO IDEA 🥹🥹 ugh i need him so bad i need that loser boy SO FUCKING BAD i can imagine him rly downplaying everything he feels and then behind closed doors just being so so icky mmmm 💖

i demand an entire fan fic specifically for me about him being a shaky nutting skate-boarding teasing emo loser boy perv and I want it on my desk YESTERDAY

hehe thank you thought this made me giggle :3 he's so handsome n sweet n possessive n perfect ughhhh i literally love tf outta that maaaaaaaan i hope ur having a lovely day too bby

#💌 — luxe mail #🧋 anon

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Hiya I’m here for the redacted matchups thing? If you’re still doing it that is (“^^)

A breakdown abt me is I have I’m an friendly introvert which has allowed me to deceive a lot of people into thinking I’m extroverted- I’m not I actually need very long hours of recharge after social outings. I’m an infp and I’ve been described to have “black/ginger cat energy” (tsundere and bites people according to some)

For the questions

- currently there’s been 2 songs stuck in my head. Into my arms by the Maine- there was this one specific part that’s goes she had the most amazing…smile. Bet you didn’t expect it she made me change my ways… and the lyric play was really cute. It was sung as if intending to say smthg sexual but he just went ‘smile’ instead and ties it in with how the listener prolly didn’t expect him to say that either implying that she “changed” him. It’s funnier considering later on he comments abt how she had “legs that went on for days” it gives a “I’m more well versed and mature now but at the end of the day im still a Man (/pos)” I found it really cute. Oh and Cupid is so dumb from Cupid by fifty fifty cause mood

- I love ytb essays! I watch movie critiques or essays on certain animes I watch and why they’re great/sht. Oh also shanspeares stuff

- i had a childhood friend called Casper. He was this “protector” kinda friend that would hang out with me talk to me.

- asmr. (no surprise) aside from sleep aids I actually dabble more into traditional tapping scratching or pampering soft spoken stuff when the insomnia hits.

- there is a character from Rick riordans magnus chase series, their name is Alex fierro. I had a very weird relationship with gender?? Aesthetics?? You could say? When I was young. I just had a lot of moment where I didn’t really like my long/short hair or jsut how I looked too fem/masc. Alex (other than being a total badass and child of mischief) was gender-fluid and I looked up to them a lot so ye.

- oh that’s hard I like a lot of them ;-;. I guess the highest I can possibly think of rn is inversion’s more than a promise and right here. I just love the deep conversations asher and David and Damien and Huxley had amidst all that chaos. And how they were there for each other. The voice acting was chef kiss and I was crying.

- …Sam. I used to i really did but now he and darling feel more like characters is ship than me being darlin being with him

- heroes of Olympus and book of life

- Huxley. He is so friend shaped.

- onigiri, ramen and a drink! (Could range from boba to juice to jsut coffee)

- a playlist that seems like it’s for long distance relationship but it’s really abt being in love with someone fictional and being really hurt they’re “far away”. And few other dedicated/inspired by characters I like. There’s one for denki kaminari I really enjoy and it’s just songs with the general “you’re way out of my league yet I still got you how tf-?” Vibe

I’m so sorry for talking so much.

Oh, this is easy. I’ve thought actively about the parallels between BNHA and Redacted characters, and Asher Talbot is the Denki Kaminari who’d love a black/ginger cat partner.

First things first, I like your music taste for him; you seem to like really fun music that brings you joy, and I think Asher would always vibe with it, you know? I can easily see him singing along with “Into My Arms” while y’all are riding along in the car and giving you this cheeky grin when that verse comes on. He feels charming, clever, and cute singing it even though he didn’t write it, but goddammit, he is really cute though.

Another fun thing is that I think you’d both like a lot of the same things! Asher definitely strikes me as having been a Percy Jackson/Magnus Chase kid, playing Camp Half-Blood campers with the other Shaw kids, deciding who would be in whose cabin. Asher’s one of the Redacted bois who I can see as an anime fan- BNHA, One Piece, Naruto definitely but not ashamed to watch a little shoujo, a little Horimiya perhaps.

Song:

Angels danced the day that you were born/ Oh I'm so sure/ They celebrated when you arrived/ You're so bright/ I swear you swallowed the Sun/ And I am so in awe/ Just basking in your light

One, this song is super cute and romantic and singable. It’s a sweet, little bop; I highly recommend it. Two, it’s a song about Tamaki Amajiki being in love with Mirio, an introvert in love with their comfort, sunshine, golden retriever extrovert. It works beautifully.

Runner-Ups:

You know who definitely watches anime and would love anime-related video essays? Guy, and he knows the obscure shit- anything but horror. Now, hear me out- the Casper thing would be a really cute basis for a relationship with Regulus if he weren’t insane, I’m just saying-

Note: Have you heard the song “When Someone’s In Love With Me” by Jacob Oman? It’s literally a love song that sounds like it’s pining over a ex, but it’s actually about fictional characters setting your standards too high, it’s really good. Also, you could never talk too much. Let your words be heard; they’re lovely ❣️

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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palabasa · 1 year

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saw a recommendation post here that mentioned the crimson lady (aka the resetting lady) in the same vein as your throne so i decided to check it out. i'm having fun with it so far! the concept of an isekai protagonist esentially pulling a flowey from undertale isn't something i've seen explored yet so i'm really enjoying it

love karen (though her name is awful) and her triple g energy. love her dynamic with her cringefail fiance. girl went and [redacted] him for funsies and it completely realigned his neurons from incel to simp. would 100% read a series just focused on her both emotionally and literally fucking with that man

i really like the current murder mystery aspects its got going on too, and i wish the author would focus on it more instead of whatever tf is going on with raymond. seeing that man was like a visual bludgeon of "HEY actually this is ALSO a romance story!! in case you forgot!!!" i don't care for him. in the hands of a more competent author i'd mind him less, since they would be able to properly balance both the mystery and romance elements without one feeling shoe-horned or rushed, but this is very clearly not that kind of author lmao

isella is also very endearing, which is unusual for the "rival" characters in this genre. but considering the author spends a lot more time fleshing out her personality and motivations versus karen's it's to be expected. karen's whole arc rn is basically "what can i do to fuck shit up the most" which imo is too simplistic for a protagonist. but i get it girl. go crazy go stupid

#amihan reads #the crimson lady #the resetting lady #am hoping that the series pivots into karen trying to figure out the mystery of her time loops (maybe working together with isella?)#instead of the current setup which is just gratuitous revenge torture until smth new happens

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annahxredaxted · 2 years

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Some redacted incorrect quotes cos everyone is doing it so I want to too.

Asher: guess I’m just to tough to cry.

David: just today you were crying about snakes..

Asher sobbing: they don’t have any arms😭😭

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Lasko: ouch I think I pulled a muscle

Gavin: oh are you oka-

Freelancer: you cant pull what you don’t have.

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Sweetheart: babe can you roast me?

Milo: no I don’t wanna roast you

Sweetheart: no just do it babe I won’t get mad.

Milo: no I don’t wanna. Your beautiful.

Sweetheart: well you have little ankles. No matter how hard you try I will always have bigger legs then you.

Milo, offended: damn. At least I have ankles,For you it’s just foot then calf. Cankle looking ass. ✋🏻

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Some random bitch to Sam: you want something freak?

Darlin: Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a Louis Vuitton heel steps on it?

Sam:…

Darlin: shut the fuck up or you’ll find out.

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(Baabee trying on clothes)

Ash: looks great babee turn around lemme see.!

Babee: 🤨

Ash:..

Babee: can I get a please before you treat me like a common whore? 💅Like I’m still gonna do it. But still let’s have a little decorum. Let’s have a little respect. ✋💅

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Darlin, walks into their apartment: hello people who do not live here.

Sam: hi

Ash: hello

Milo: sup

Darlin: I gave you a key for Emergencies..

Ash: we were out of D O R I T O S

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Angel: DAVVEEYYYYY

David: what.

Angel: would you still love me if I was a worm?😭

David: angel it’s 3am.

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Ash and baabee making up:

Babbee: but you made me feel bad.. 🌸🌸💓🌸

Ash: it hurts my heart that I made you feel bad.. ✨💅🌸💗💖💓🌸💗

Babee: do you oggy doggy ashy poo boo boo bear swear to never make me feel bad again? 💖💓💓🌸💗

Sweetheart watching them: hold on☝️

Ash: I do. Do you baby wabby boo boo sweetums swear to care about me and never make me feel bad either? 💓🌸🌸💓💖💖

Babee: I do.💖💓🌸💗✨

Sweetheart: no you don’t. ✋What was that?🤨

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Darlin: hug me bring it in✋🏻

Sam: no.

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Ash: baabbbee (shakes babe awake)

Babe half asleep: wha?

Ash: while we was sleeping you kicked my leg of off you and I was wondering if you still loved me 😭😭😭😭

Babe: ash this is the third time this week.

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Darlin texting angel: so.

Angel: did you fuck him?

Darlin: how tf did you get that from “so?”

Angel: am I right?

Darlin: maybe.

Angel: that’s what I thought.

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Freelancer: Gavin you don’t even have a job-

Gavin: oh deviant~ being your slut is a full time job.

Freelancer: Gavin, wtf.

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Asher: we should invest in an army of llamas

Baabe: why?

Asher: 1. They spit good defense 2. We can ride on them, very useful for battle 3. Their soft and we can put hats on them.

Baabe: lets do it.

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Freelancer texting Gavin: ARE YOU MOCKING ME?

Gavin: ARE YOU MOCKING ME?

Freelancer: HOW DARE YOU JERK

Gavin: HOW DARE YOU JERK

Freelancer: IM BEAUTIFUL

Gavin: damn right you are baby~

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Milo and Asher pc:

Asher: yo milo where’d you and your mate go the movies about to start?

Milo: we are fucking

Milo: getting popcorn (not delivered)

Milo: in the hall

Asher: oh my god.

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#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted milo #redacted cutie #redacted geordi #redacted sweetheart #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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Young Cole Hauser would be a good fancast for Harwin Strong. He looks like he could break someone's bones.

Hi there 🤗

To the surprise of no one I had once again to google who TF this was.

Personally 🤷🏽‍♀️ I don't know. I don't think I see Harwin Strong immediately when I look at him. Besides the brown eyes that he's missing - but ok easily fixed with some brown contacts - he's also missing the pug nose. But this is just my personal opinion.

(I am leaving a pic below)

I think a young Clive Standen would fit Harwin's description a lot better. He has that sort of brutish (I don't mean this in a bad way) very manly look to him that Harwin Strong should have. Might be that very strong (lol) jaw . This all said and he would still need some brown contacts XD

On a small note though, I will give credit where credit is due and say that I actually don't think REDACTED missed the bullet when they casted Ryan Corr. He could have potentially made a good Harwin with:

-First and foremost a good script and writing that has bear minimum respect for the source material -> where is he courting Rhaenyra? Where is he by her side as she gave birth? Where is he idk the night before she married Laenor? Where is he when she moved to Dragonstone? -> and these are just bear minimum book scenes, you could have done A LOOOOOOOOT more given that in the books Harwin and Rhaenyra were in a relationship for 6 years and in REDACTED they were for TEN! T-E-N! These people had 3 kids together and you don't even show them touching! JESUS. F_CKING. CHRIST! Redacted writing < sh:t (sh:t can be used as a fertiliser so it's good and useful).

-Some PROPER BROWN CONTACTS -> please H*O they are not expensive, they are very good, like look at Twilight. Kristen wore such contacts like:

They work! They are very good!

Like come on! George couldn't be bothered to give Harwin a personality except -> is strong and desired Rhaenyra - but he repeated again and again how Harwin Strong looked like!

-And some proper direction because GOOD GOD and Jesus in Heaven! This man be looking at Renada like he wants to kill her and r... her in this exact order. Like wtf is this?!

*trigger warning for images from Redacted*

Meanwhile me:

Right there with you random dude:

He freakin be looking like your local town r.....!

Please, I mean no hate to the actor! But this expression would be more appropriate for the Jeffrey Dahmer tv show! Seriously what was his prompt for this scene?

Miguel or whomever else was in charge of the episode: K, Ryan give me more. No, more. Even more. No, no, even more. Don't just look at her like you want to f_ck her Ryan! Look at her like you want to eat her! And I mean her flesh! Look at her like you were just released from the Psychiatric Unit, you are out of meds, and you want to kill her, perform some necrophilia, and then eat the c0rpse! Ok great, that's it!

Like I am aware that in the books Harwin wanted to f_ck Rhaenyra. But this is not what's going on here.

"Oh what face was he supposed to do?!"

Glad you ask.

Something like this:

*Please watch from 1:01*

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This is the face of a man that is smitten, and mind you! this is from a comedy movie from the early '00 yet the expression is better achieved. This is a face of "I want to marry this woman".

There's also another scene from that movie where the expression is well achieved. Here:

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There are countless other examples not from comedy movies and you can still have a more h0rny look without having the actor look like he's the town's serial killer.

Again this is not criticism for Ryan, this is criticism for the person directing him.

In sum my point is, looks wise he could have made a (very) decent Harwin Strong IF the right people had been in charge and IF the writing was good -> which is more I can say for many other actors -> he's the exception to this not the rule here, the vast majority of other actors were terrible choices regardless.

Sorry for this rant, Anon! I hope I at least made you laugh!

All the best to you <3

#harwin strong #fancast #house of the dragon tw #anti hotd #redacted at its best #they even managed to ruin one of the ONLY things they got right #Harlose Weak #but Ryan could actually make a good Harwin Strong #given all of the things I mentioned #but then again we would have a proper show and not redacted #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #canon harwin strong #popcorn answers

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