#and i really love that being claws entire character too. he FORCES you to look at him. his grief his pain his love

[lunaroserites]

Rosemary Tea

Pairing: Established Castiel x Witch!Reader

Summery: Set just after Cas becomes Cas again after Lucifer rode him around like a fine suit. Canon divergent.

Warnings: Unwanted physical contact, borderline SA, groping, kissing. Nothing is described in heavy detail. Lucifer gets handsy with reader while in Castiel’s body. Angst, Fluff, sweetness and a happy ending. Unedited, we die like Winchesters.

Words: 1446

Disclaimer: I’m not a practicing Wicca/witch so do not take what I say as correct. It is fiction. I do not own the supernatural characters depicted here.

If you have a request, feel free to ask me!

Castiel felt many things when he got his body back in his own control. One was guilt, another was utter sadness and the final was anger. Not at her, at himself for not being able to stop the violation of her trust.

Lucifer (Castiel) had sought her out. Castiel’s little lover. His pretty little witch. He was in the mood to make Castiel hate himself.

She opened the door to her little cabin, a place Castiel found peace in after the hardest days, the worst hunts. A place he called home for a while after Dean kicked him out. She gave Dean an ear full after finding out what happened.

She greeted Castiel (Lucifer) with a warm smile and sweet kiss on the cheek. It made Cas writh in the back of his own mind, her lips felt like heaven and foreign at the same time. Like he was feeling them though a veil. Her little familiar glaring at Castiel, something she found a little off because usually he loved the Angel. Now he seemed wary of the Angel standing before her. It made her feel on edge. Keeping her guard up she allowed Castiel into her home. Cas screamed for her to stop and just slam the door in his face.

“How have you been, love?” Her accent was old, hard to place but he loved it. She pulled a few dried herbs down from their drying spot, rosemary, dried apples and a cinnamon stick, his favourite tea. Not that he could really taste it but he liked the warmth and smell. Her next hint was when he told her to stop because the smell of cinnamon was too much.

“Love, are you okay?” She asked with concern thick in her voice. Castiel screamed for her.

Lucifer (Castiel) put his hands on her hips, an almost bruising hold. “I’ve just missed you,” he practically purred into her ears. He turned her in his arms and made her face him and he kissed her, he shoved his tongue deep in her mouth, dominating her. He was much rougher than usual. More demanding, forceful. Her Angel was gentle, sweet and endearing. This was… odd.

She pulled back for a moment and looked into his eyes, searching for something. His hands growing impatient glided up her torso and pawed her breast roughly. It felt wrong. She grabbed his hand and moved it away from her. “I’ve missed you too Castiel,” she said warily.

“Let me make us tea, and we’ll catch up,” she went to move away from and his grip on her hip tightened again.

“Now, now pet, I’m not done with you,” her stomach dropped and she felt sick. There was only one person in the entire world who called her that. She felt violated. She pushed him away. He had referred to her as the Winchesters pet witch in the past. Her blood was boiling.

“What have you done to him, Devil?” She snarled at him, trying to get out of his grasp. His hand that had been at her breast, was now gripping her hair at the base of her skull.

“Clever little Witch,” he spat at her, his voice full of venom. Her eyes were watering at the force he was holding her hair.

“You’re going to do as I say and enjoy it.” Was what he spat at her next, her cat being the smart creature it was, snarled and clawed his leg. Lucifer growled and kicked the cat back across the cabin floor. It was just enough distraction for her to free herself and slap her now bloodied palm on the angel banishing sigil on her wall. A blinding light filled the cabin and he was gone.

She dropped to the floor and emptied the contents of her stomach into the bin. Her cat came over and placed a worried paw on her thigh. She cried.

That was a couple months ago. The Winchesters had tried everything to get Lucifer out of Castiel’s body that didn’t involve him taking over Sam’s body. Finally they freed the Thursday Angel from the clutches of the devil.

That’s why he was now standing in front of her cabin hesitant to knock. She refused to see Castiel when he first ‘woke up.’

“The devil's touch is still haunting me.” Was what she told Dean when he called her to let her know Cas was back in control of his body. She spent weeks cleansing her cabin, trying to get the aura right again.

“He left a scar in my space that I can’t seem to mend.” She said quietly on phone with Dean when he called her a week prior to this moment of Castiel standing outside her door. She didn’t blame Castiel for what happened. She blamed the petulant child that was Lucifer. But her soul was scarred by him, the touch of the devil planting a seed of doubt in her. She hated it. She tried everything to mend it, nothing worked.

She felt him before he knocked, the cooling calm of his grace seeping its way back into her bones, into the cracks and crevices of her old cabin. It was mending the scars left by the devil. It cleansed the damaged aura, his grace doing something not even her witchcraft could do.

She opened the door to his raised hand as he was deciding whether to knock or just leave her to her own peace. Her familiar standing between her legs, scrutinizing his form. The familiar always seems to know what was what. The familiars glare softened and he swished his tail before sitting between her feet.

His grace encircled her, tickling her cheeks and cleansing her soul from the scar left by Lucifer. Her body visibly relaxed at the cooling embrace of his grace. “Castiel,” her voice sounded like heaven, his name like a prayer coming from her lips.

She reached her hand out and took his raised hand into it, she traced her fingers over his hands. He felt a tingling rush through his body as if she was forcing her own aura through his system, scrubbing any remnants of the devil from his soul.

“Angels don’t have souls,” he told her when she said his soul felt like a summer breeze to her. It brought her peace and cleansed her own.

“Everything has a soul.” She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Giving him a caring smile, before preparing his preferred tea.

“Would you like some tea?” She asked softly. Already turning to gather the ingredients. Castiel followed her eagerly. With deft hands she prepared the ingredients, leaving them to steep on her stove top. Her familiar had rubbed itself against Castiel, sitting between the two.

The smell of his favourite concoction wafted into his nose, it filled him with a sense of hope, that despite everything he was going to be okay.

“My love, how I’ve missed you,” her fingers clutching his hand over the table, his grace whisped around the cabin, it moved over her body making sure she was alright.

“I’ve missed you as well,” his gravely baritone captivated her. Her beautiful lavender eyes staring into his eyes, searching his soul for anything.

“You soul feels far away, forgive yourself love. I do not blame you for the actions of a petulant child throwing a tantrum.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly before getting up and pouring a mug of the tea for him, she stirred some agave nectar into it and laid it down in front of him.

His fingers gripped the mug and brought it up to his lips, he relished in the warm scent and warmth of the tea. He took a cautious sip and everything felt right. He gave her a curious look and she winked at him. She must have stirred some calming magic into because his soul felt at ease.

She moved and placed herself delicately on his lap and his arm supported her and fingers gently pressed into her side, keeping her sturdy. She placed her arm over his shoulder and touched his cheek with her other hand. “You know I knew something was wrong. My angel holds me like a delicate flower. That menace handled me like a piece of meat.”

“You are my delicate flower, the precious thing to me. I could never harm you.” His fingers ghosted her side. “I’m sorry he left that mark on your soul love, I hope my grace soothed it.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, “your grace has cleansed my soul and cleaned my space. All is right now.” She nuzzled her nose into his cheek lovingly.

#castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #supernatural imagine #supernatural #Lucifer #witch!reader #castiel imagine #castiel fluff #Castiel x witch!reader #established relationship #misha collins

[behindthesoul]

Shang Tsung request. This is an idea I did in a MK roleplay. Reader is Kitana and Mileenas younger sister. She accompanies Mileena everytime she gets a Serum from Tsung. Kinda a forbidden love story since he is only doing that to gain the empress favor c: You can make it either fluff or angst at the end

Forgotten Child - Ch. 1

Shang Tsung x Reader

Masterlist || Next Part

Characters - Shang Tsung, you, Sindel, Mileena

Summary - As Sindel’s forgotten child, no one noticed how the snake wrapped his way around your heart.

Word Count - 1150

Warnings - gender neutral, implied smut, no one cares about reader, everyone’s probably OOC, Shang doesn’t know if he loves you or not.

A/N - my friend you do not know what you have created

It was tough being Sindel’s youngest child. A majority of the spotlight was on the eldest, Mileena. After all, she’s heir to the throne. A smaller light was shone on your other sister, Kitana, by her supporters who felt she was more deserving of the throne than Mileena. But you? You were forced to find comfort in your sisters’ shadows. Each time you tried to claw your way out and carve your own path, your royal duties forced you back in.

To the realm of Outworld, you were Sindel’s other child. Not important to anyone.

To Shang Tsung, you were everything. He first laid eyes on you when he snuck his way into the palace grounds. Words could not describe just how ethereal you looked. He overheard you talking to a few servants; your voice was meek, a stark contrast to the confident voices your family possessed. Shang needed more of it, so he introduced himself.

It was a perfect idea - not only could he gain the empress’ trust by managing Mileena’s Tarkat, he could also gain the trust of her child by courting them. Shang lied as easily as he breathed. He knew it wouldn’t be difficult to make you fall in love.

And you did. You attended every one of Mileena’s serum sessions. Her Tarkat diagnosis was devastating to your entire family, you saw how it destroyed the bodies of its victims; you couldn’t bear to see her suffer under the same fate. Though, you couldn’t lie and say you attended these sessions only to support her. Each week you saw Shang, you grew more and more fond of him.

You and Mileena walk the hallway to Shang Tsung’s laboratory, hand in hand. Her hand is clammy and it makes you want to pull away. Your thumb rubs circles on the back of her hand, trying to soothe her. Mileena never tried to put a brave face on for you, you know how terrified she is at the idea of succumbing to this illness.

“Princess,” Shang says, as he hears the two of you approach. “Not a minute too soon. Please, lay down and we will start.”

You walk Mileena over to the table and help her lay down. You brush stray hair from her face in another attempt to comfort her. The focus on Mileena is interrupted by Shang.

“I would appreciate an extra hand…” he trails off, and you rush over to him before he gets another chance to speak, missing how Mileena’s eyebrow quirks in curiosity. As soon as he sees you’re out of her sight, Shang wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“My, how I’ve missed you.”

You stifle a laugh, as to not alert Mileena. “We were together last night, do you not remember?” You take a quick glance around the laboratory, but you’re interrupted by your lover taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him.

“A moment’s break from your gaze is an eternity past,” he hums. Shang walks toward Mileena, serum in hand. You notice how you didn’t even help him at all.

It really was no surprise when the two of you became official. But you were caught off guard when your mother found out.

“You asked to see me, mother?’ You ask, immediately feeling the tension when you walk into her bedroom. Sindel’s eyes pierce into your body, but your body protects itself by averting her gaze.

“I have eyes, you know.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand.” Your chest tightens, not knowing where she’s getting at.

“Your relationship with the sorcerer. I don’t know why you thought it wise to court him.” She sees that you are about to speak, so she continues before you get the chance. “You doom your sister to death by distracting Shang Tsung. You will end your relationship immediately.”

You shake your head, slightly angry. “I am a distraction to no one! My courtship does not put my sister in harm’s way. Should it, I’d strike Shang Tsung down where he stands.”

Sindel walks closer to you while crossing her arms. “This is not a conversation open to argument. You will listen to your Empress, and you will not risk your sister’s life.” You want to roll your eyes at her, but you restrain yourself. It would only make this conversation worse for you.

“Mother, can’t you see that I am happy? Just once I wish you’d think about my happiness and not Mileena’s! My life is important too.”

“But your life is not the one of Outworld’s future leader. You will put her needs first.”

You can feel your heart breaking with her response. Tears start to fall as you walk out of her room. Sindel calls after you, but you don’t stop moving. Your legs unconsciously carry you to the place that comforts you the most: the palace gardens.

To your surprise, Shang Tsung is there. It’s as if he was waiting for you. He looks over at you as he hears your footsteps, and he makes his way over to you. He sees the sad look on your face and offers you his hand. The two of you slowly walk around the garden. It’s dark; the night brings a chill, drying the tears that stain your face. Shang is silent, but his hand holding yours says everything you need to hear. You look into his soft eyes, he wants to speak, but he holds back and allows you to make the first move.

“Not once in my life have I truly felt my mother’s love for me,” you choke out. “Not once have I been her priority.”

Your hands shake and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out its chest. “Does my age mean I am irrelevant?” You sob harder as Shang pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He frowns in anger.

“You, more than anyone, deserve to have the realms bow at your feet,” he mutters. “Not many are wise enough to admire and worship your beauty. Trust that I am here, darling, and that I know your worth.”

You look at him, eyes puffy and shoulders slumped - still beautiful in his eyes. Your feelings for him almost hurt, and you pray he cares for you just as much. Unable to find the right words, you kiss him. It’s not enough, he needs to know how much you burn for him.

So you kiss him again, noting how he softly sighs as your hand travels up his thigh. He pulls away and unties your robes; he admires the shine of your skin.

“I love you, more than anything,” you announce, “more than anyone.” You giggle when he smirks at your words. That’s all he needed to hear.

You’re so drunk in love that you ignore how he’s never told you he loved you, too.

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #shang tsung x reader #sindel #mileena

[moonlight-prose]

Hello!! Could I request Tommy Miller with the prompt "my god, you're fun to kiss." from the f. scott fitzgerald sentence starters for the dream within a dream activity? I love you're writing!! No rush friend, have fun with it!! :D

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

a/n: i am not responsible for how heartbreaking this came out. i aimed for fluffy tommy and i think i managed some of that, but the angst kinda got away from me. tommy is one of those characters that just fit angst so well, so i had to.

summary: you could remember his smile most of all. how it shone brighter than the sun on most days. how his curls nearly always fell into his eyes. but most of all...you remembered how he loved you.

word count: 0.8k+

pairing: tommy miller x reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, grief, fluff and romance, tommy being happy for a time, is reader dead? is tommy dead? who knows, heartbreak, the pain of living through the apocalypse, angst provided by listening to vera lynn's we'll meet again.

The woods were silent. No crickets, no echoes of animals in the distance, not even the fire you two built made noise. As if the world ceased to spin for a few hours, time stopping to give you the haven you’d been searching for. His jacket was draped over your shoulders, hands clasped together to seal in some warmth, as he threw another log on the pit. Nothing too big, but certainly not small enough to keep it going all night.

Eventually morning would come and the two of you would be forced to keep moving. Keep searching for that undeniable peace you ached for.

But until then…this was perfect enough.

“Tell me about your favorite movies,” you said softly, breaking through the wall of silence that fell over both of you.

He smiled. “Alright.” He shuffled closer, hands clasping over yours. “Tell me about yours too.”

“Okay…” You pursed your lips, eyes focusing on the way his hands were so much larger than yours. “Meet Joe Black.”

A soft chuckle left his lips. “The movie about death?”

You nodded. “It’s really sweet.”

“Oh I bet.”

“Okay fine then what’s yours?” you asked, nudging him as he broke out into laughter, the slight crinkles around his eyes growing deeper by the day. You noticed a slight hint of gray at his temple, his curls longer than when you first saw him. They were down to his ears, a constant irritation as they fell into his face.

You couldn’t remember the last time you helped him cut them.

“Star Wars.”

You snorted. “Of course.”

“Don’t make fun!”

“I wasn’t.”

His eyes narrowed, moving to cup your chin. “Yeah uh huh. Sure.”

The loud echo of the wood snapping in half filled the air, sparking flying up and turning to ash. And while you would have turned to look, fascinated by the orange glow of the flames, Tommy held your attention entirely. He inched closer, his eyes falling to your parted lips now chapped by the cold. Neither of you cared though. Not with what was going on all around you.

“You forgot to ask me my favorite thing,” he breathed, nose dragging along your cheek.

You let out a stuttered breath. “W-What’s your favorite thing?”

He smiled, eyes meeting yours—his breath creating a cloud in the air. “You.”

A gasp tore from your throat when his lips found yours, his tongue delving into your mouth with a soft breathy moan. And the sound obliterated you. It clawed at your insides, dragged into your throat, and made a home right in your body. A searing reminder that Tommy Miller was the love of your fucking life. The man you’d die for. He was your sun, your moon, and everything in between.

“Tommy,” you panted, eyes falling shut when his mouth dragged along yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip, dragging you into another fervent kiss you felt down your spine.

“Fuck.” He bit at your jaw, hands grasping to tug you closer and feel the way his body burned for you. “You’re fun to kiss.”

You smiled as your hands delved into his curls, pushing them away from his face. “You’re not so bad either.”

“Better not be,” he muttered, biting down on your lip and sucking it into his mouth. He released it with a soft pop. “I plan to kiss you for a long time honey.”

Tugging on his hair, you felt his groan vibrate through his chest and into yours. “What are you waiting for then?”

A screech echoed in the distance, ugly and distorted, and shattering the memory in your mind like glass, and you ignored it. Even as another crackle went through the fire, even as sparks continued to fill the night sky. You simply sat there, hands clasped together, his jacket over your shoulders, and eyes trained on the flames. How they licked at the wood dangerously, breaking it a part with each shift and sway.

Your breath formed in the night air, a cloud of grief that followed you wherever you went. Yet even that remained a comfort on nights like this. When you placed your life in the hands of the universe, or maybe even him. If you concentrated hard enough you could still hear his laugh. See his smile and feel the softness of his curls between your fingers. If you focused…you might even get to pretend that he still sat beside you, asking you nonsensical questions that held no real meaning.

If only to pass the time.

“I ain’t waitin’,” he had whispered against your lips, fingers already delving beneath your shirt. “Not anymore.”

You grinned, another screech echoing in the night air, even closer than the last, and felt a tear slip down your cheek. “No waiting,” you whispered, eyes dragging up to the treeline of the clearing—catching sight of something in the distance.

“Not anymore.”

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x y/n #tommy miller #tommy miller angst #tommy miller fic #the last of us fic #my writing #a dream within a dream week🍷

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: BioShock (infinite I guess? Idk some time during Atlas was around)

Character: Atlas, Irish twat

Pairing: Romantic for Atlas, altho darling would theoretically not like them.

Type of Fic: a short. Plot being, darling tries to escape Atlas again (who wouldn't the dude is nuts) and he cements his craziness by giving her a lobotomy (like in the game) as punishment. Whether he finishes the surgery or not is up to you, all I know is that you can theoretically survive a lobotomy. Or not, idk I ain't a doctor

I'd love to! I watched the cutscenes with Atlas in them for Infinite and I'd love to write something similar to that!

I had to do lobotomy research for this fic-

Change In Mindset

Yandere! Atlas Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Manipulation, Failed escape attempt, Kidnapping, Lobotomy attempt/Punishment, Forced relationship, Sadism, Violence, Torture mention, Murder, Sexism if you squint ig, Blood, I kept the Lobotomy scene vague and not detailed because I hate the idea of it and I was cringing the entire time, Put the image under the read more as it could be a triggering gif.

Traversing Rapture alone was a dangerous feat. Splicers roamed everywhere and actively hunted each other down. Rapture was a collapsing city consumed with conflict.

To you, the idea of hiding from Splicers like some street rat in a sunken city was better than going back to Atlas.

Ah, Atlas... a revolutionary leader against Andrew Ryan's tyranny. In reality, the two weren't all that different. If anything you found Atlas a bit more sadistic and cruel than Ryan.

Atlas was also your lover. You wish you could say he wasn't... but he was never too keen on the idea of letting you go. You had become an item with him on a whim, he's charismatic and has such a way with convincing people.

When you got closer to him you realized the truth of who Atlas was. He wasn't a charming leader, it was an act. He's cruel, manipulative, and willing to kill and torture to get what he wants.

That very same Atlas tried to be sickeningly sweet with you. He called you his girl, his doll, his lovely lady.... The very same mouth that hurled insults and threats towards others... kissed you with passion and complimented you.

He's a charming monster. One who metaphorically chained you to him to keep you as his. You had no doubts he killed and tortured for you... just so he can keep his claws in your flesh.

There was a certain point you couldn't handle being beside him anymore. His kisses and hold were always too rough. He made you do what he wanted, regardless on how you felt.

That look in his eyes screamed possessive. He always looked at you with hunger as he held you. He scared you... sometimes you feared he'd kill you.

You escaped... you ran the moment you sensed danger within the man who claimed to love you. The Splicers were not much better but with some stealth you could probably survive, right? In all honesty... you had no idea where you were going to go after this.

Escaping Atlas was simply a dream. Ever since his whole crew had been sunk by Ryan, you have been stuck here. It's like you were in a cage, really.

He'd find you at some point... there was no doubt he was looking for you now. You knew he'd never let you go willingly. In fact, many of his thugs swarmed this area.

You felt like everyone was your enemy. Think of your situation, a young women lost in a city that's falling apart. Her lover being a cruel tyrant for "the people"....

Being caught was inevitable. You could only run for so long. As much as you wanted to ignore the truth, the truth would slam back into your face.

Just like the wrench that collided with the back of your head.

...

By the time you're able to regain your bearings, you're strapped to a chair in a familiar room. The lights blind you and your head throbs painfully like a rhythmic drum

This looks a lot like... the room you and Atlas would frequently stay in? You can't think much without the back of your head ringing in pain. You shake in your restraints, trying to pull them off.

Only to stop when the shape of a hand grips your chin.

"Don't move, doll, it'll only make it all hurt a lot worse."

The tyrant rears his deceptively charming head.

"Atlas...."

"Now where were you running off to, little lady? Needed some fresh air? You know it's dangerous without me around...."

You stay silent, what were you thinking....

"It hurts, really. To think you'd run away from the one I thought you held so dear. Luckily I had one of my men carry you in..." Atlas then leans forward, grinning. "Of course, he hit you rather hard, so I had to correct that by slitting his throat. You aren't getting off easy either, love."

"You really are going to kill me, aren't you-"

"Kill you? I could never. I love you too much for that..." Atlas leans forward to kiss your lips teasingly before pulling away. "I would never kill my doll... however, a man has to correct his lady's behavior, right?"

Your heart drops to you stomach when Atlas turns away only to come back with two tools. A metal spike, and a mallet. Your eyes shakily trail from the tools to his disappointed face.

"I thought you'd be a good girl and listen to me. I guess not... which is where these come in. Normally a doctor would do this but I'd rather do it on you myself, my love."

He pushes your head back and aims the pointed tool near your eye socket. You shake and tell him 'no'. He doesn't listen.

"This is a lobotomy, my dear." Atlas hums, pushing the tool closer.

"You could say it will correct your behavior. I always felt you've been a bit too rebellious for my liking."

You feel the tool starting to prod its way into your skull. Atlas grabs the mallet and grins while blood flows down from your eye.

"How about we change your mindset, love? I promise to be gentle...."

You scream for him to stop... he ignores you and taps the mallet on the tool lodged in your skull.

----

You felt like you lost a part of yourself after Atlas took you in. In fact, you literally did. Atlas had removed a part of your brain. Some memories from your past were replaced with what felt like blank holes.

Your emotions... were nearly non-existent. Apathy was all you ever felt. Actually... you felt quite hollow.

Atlas didn't seem too upset about it. In fact, he felt it was deserved. Running away deserved punishment... now you wouldn't run away. Now you had to stay by him.

Atlas still kissed you and said he loved you. Even though he mutilated your mind beyond repair, he simply used it to his advantage. Now you were just like he had wanted you.

You were like a doll that listened to his every word. You never showed much emotion afterwards. That only allowed Atlas more control, which kept him happy.

"It's such a shame I had to change you like this, doll...." Atlas murmurs, kissing you once again while holding your cheek. "But if I'm being honest... I like that you no longer fight me with anything now."

He pulls you closer, combing his hands down your back.

"Now you won't run... you won't even rebel..."

Atlas holds your chin upwards and meets your distant gaze.

"You can just be my girl... with none of the added fuss, right, love?"

He kisses you once again, but you don't react.

#yandere bioshock infinite #yandere bioshock #yandere atlas #yandere frank fontaine

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 4

Pages 91-120

NO I WON'T SLEEP TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

OH OH

I WANT SOME MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE-

Lmfao Michael I know you love your dad but does he abuse you or not? He does.

He flip flops on that it seems...

Ennard is obviously upset Michael would rather hang out with a FIIIIILLLTHY HUUUUUUUMAN.

People REALLY did not get Ennard's character on webtoon so let me go into another rant if you will:

People saw this scene, of emotional manipulation and putting someone down and went

"Ooooooo Ennard's JEEEEAALLOUUUUSSSS!~"

Bro.

What are you five? Like actually? The lack of emotional maturity and awareness about just how fucked their dynamic is genuinely ASTONISHED me.

This isn't cute or silly. Ennard is being abusive and he KNOWS he is.

Ennard DOUBLES DOWN on the verbal abuse claiming literally no one other than him will understand Michael.

This isn't from a place of understanding either. This comes from a "I want to trap you with me" place.

This isn't a "Even if nobody else does, I will always have your back."

This is "Nobody other than me likes your stupid ass don't leave me or you'll have no one"

Ya know. Abuse.

Also no I'm not addressing the obvious.

I had to sit through SO MANY PEOPLE not noticing the obvious...Yall gotta sit through me being cheeky about the obvious thing going on here. :)

Alright fine.

I'll mention it fuck.

Michael has beautiful very normal eyes- UwU

Coming from THAT scene, we jump into one where Bonnie and Michael are hanging out. Because we've established they are friends too.

Haha Bonnie why are you blushing?

BONNIE.

BONNIE WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING.

They're a little zesty that's all-

Is it one sided? Are they fucking boyfriends? Who knows...

Look the straight people have comics where the entire cast is straight.

Every single one of my comics the entire casts are queer that's just how it is-

Gayness aside: Michael seems comfortable around Bonnie:

We can deduce this from MANY THINGS:

He shared his interest of plushies, something he immediately hid from Mike out of shame, WITH BONNIE.

He runs up to hug Bonnie, William had to force a hug out of Michael so maybe Michael doesn't hug everyone?

He's shared his past with Bonnie

He ONLY met with Mike because of Bonnie's nudging so he trusts Bonnie's judgment.

Micheal jests here but it's obvious this shit comes from a place of genuine concern considering how Ennard is lmfao.

Bonnie continues to be an absolute chad because if you haven't noticed he IS my favorite character in the FNAF 1 arc. He is a devine entity with no flaws.

No we're not talking about his smoking, he is perfect. He's being enabled leave him be- Also he's a robot who gets no ill affects from it lmao

Also yes the screens are showing LOZ and animal crossing stuff hah. I liked LOZ even back when I made these pages. We had no idea what that'd evolve into....

Bonnie also references the other Freddy from Circus Rentals again, who we saw a glimpse of earlier.

Also him and Freddy ARE good friends. Okay.

From this interaction we can gauge a lot about why Bonnie and Michael are close:

Bonnie isn't controlling or possessive, he cares about Michael's interests and helps him indulge in them.

He's the opposite of Ennard.

Bonnie, is a pretty good friend.

Michael's wording here is very interesting.

Bonnie's the absolute best friend. He can tell when the vibes are off. He's upfront about shit. He knows Mike HAS some kind of alter motive and doesn't really hide that from Michael. But also acknowledges Mike's kinda just fucked up right now and probably needs some support.

Also people were confused as fuck why the claw machine/Bonnie is sparking

He's skipping using tokens or smth on the machine by messing with it's power. I thought that was obvious as hell but what do I know.

Because Bonnie's a bad boy.

It is also amusing Ennard is Michael's designated daddy therapist and Bonnie is Michael's Ennard therapist. Though who's to say if Bonnie doesn't know about William's shit considering there's a LOT we don't know about Michael and Bonnie's relationship at the moment.

If you're FNAF savvy you'll recognize a lot of characters in the claw hah.

anyways Bonnie again tells SOME stuff about other people without telling their stories for them. What Bonnie left out of Michael's story will be very apparent as we go on.

Something cool I just like about Bonnie: Bro just wants both of them to be happy. He considers both of them his friends and thinks them being friends could help each other out.

Bonnie's just a bro. True to his word he's nice to just about everyone. Even someone he started off on rocky footing with.

Despite Mike's weird behavior Michael is determined to actually be a real friend to him.

So Mike's rambling but the shit on the walls is 100xs more interesting than anything he has to say rn.

Specifically the FNAF rap lyrics being on the wall. X'D

Also a bunch of Freddy doodles are seemingly mocking him.

My favorite just might be "MEOW! YOU'RE A LITTLE MEOW MEOW!"

Anyways what Mike is talking about:

William with blood on his hands is humorous because his own faults led to his kids dying.

The Bonnie panel is pretty self explanatory.

Bonnie's possessed by someone, presumably the "Jeremy" he specifically asked about earlier on.

Something to note: he asked if Bonnie knew anything about Jeremy's death. As if Jeremy's death isn't CONFORMED.

This leads to the conclusion: Jeremy's body was never found.

So Mike's mission here is becoming more clear: Find out who's putting people in robots and why, find Jeremy.

This is smth Webtoon struggled to comprehend: This series does NOT spell stuff out for you. You gotta build an understanding by paying attention. You can figure a LOT out just by reading what the characters say closely.

Hehehe...That might not be true...You are the guy who carries around a giant kitchen knife at all times aren't ya? ;)

Or maybe he just means innocent people...

This isn't the first time Mike's been an unreliable narrator/protagonist and he only continues to be as the series goes on. Something people also STRUGGLE to comprehend:

Protagonists aren't always "Good people"

Mike is a morally grey person. As are MOST of my protagonists.

Mike bribes Bonnie with his vices and manipulates people. But he's not exactly a BAD person per say. He isn't TRYING to hurt Bonnie or Michael. He doesn't have ill will towards most people.

Something HAS made itself very clear though: Mike has nothing to lose.

Mike is acting the way he does because he presumably: Has nothing and no one.

And he's in a very dark place mentally. The man has seemingly no support system when it comes to keeping him from NOT trying to off himself at a place he has AWFUL history with. So there's that.

Even further: Freddy's is established to be DANGEROUS. Mike acting the way he does makes a lot of sense considering he is basically a lamb being thrown into a lion's den of "you can't trust anyone". The way he acts keeping people at arms distance and not being too genuine with anyone makes a lot of sense considering ya know: The owner is most likely murdering people for his sick robot fantasies and he for sure could be next.

Having said all that he does bring up a good point: What WOULD be the goal of putting people in robots be?

If you've been paying close attention you probably already know the answer to this or are coming to your own conclusions. I will avoid saying for now tho. ;)

Considering Mike's words...It's WAAAY more than just this "Jeremy" person who's gone missing though.

The "You" he's talking about here is clearly Jeremy.

PARANOIA PARANOIA PARANOIA EVERYBODY'S COMING TO GET MEEEEEE-

WELCOME TO THE MIND FUCK-

Alright enough joking. Shit's going down for the second time and we know the one behind it. Mr. Funny yellow bear in the cyan jacket aka "Fredbear"?

Shit never seems to go right with him around.

The goofy doodles continue to mock Mike as he comes to this realization, the drawings becoming more sinister and oozing blood.

This is a reference to one of the scenes in the Silver eyes book/graphic novel by the way because I love referencing FNAF shit in my doofy FNAF comic.

Ya see this shit is what I meant by "I like horror in my comics"

The writings continue to mock him because they're awful.

The lyrics from the FNAF fan song "Run run" are amusing to me. XD

"Lmao you tripped" and "watch your step" - GF

are also funny.

These show that despite this being a tense scene for MIKE, the one behind this is laughing their ass off at his terror.

Also a poster of the Golden Bear trips him. Because reality is a joke.

Weirdly this bear is not wearing the same get up as the one we saw stalking Mike earlier in the comic...

Weird.

Guys gals and pals.

This is buildup. :D

The fucking boarders of the comic are oozing, SOMETHING IS COMING. Mike's so scared he just sits there and cowers for a moment, he's terrified to turn around.

I woulda shat my pants so ya know. Kudos to Mike for not doing that.

The giant bloody head is just disturbing but there's some oddities with this that we'll get into later~

I really wanted this horrific mouth to show how fresh and sticky that blood be.

Like ew.

Mike's trauma really just on full display here.

The repeating "Remember to smile" will be familiar to those who have heard the FNAF 2 phone calls (I think it's from FNAF 2 it's hard to remember. X'D)

"Remember to smile, you are the new face of Freddy Fazbear's pizza"

Easter eggs: The poster of Freddy tearing his own head off is the poster you can see while trying to spawn Golden Freddy in FNAF 1.

This bear walking is warping he floor to look like Fredbear's family dinner.

Also uh, he's a headless figure...

But is the floating head...HIS HEAD?

Also the poster mocking Mike while he cries is so hilarious to me I'm sorry I'm mean to my characters.

Mike was apparently coping with his trauma well before coming here, assumably so much so he decided he COULD come here.

Seems Mike had to mentally prepare himself to come back to this place after seeing the bite, but also Jeremy's disappearance here.

Huh, normal hallway.

Must be all good now! :D

You know you're screwed when a poster is laughing at you.

The giant head is just lurking...

Mike just resigns to asking for this nightmare to stop.

This situation is like, straight terrifying though:

You're trapped, can't leave just walking aimlessly down a looping hallway with the symbol of one of your worst memories just behind you at all times. It's not outright attacking you, just lingering making sure you're aware of it's presence.

It's like an actual nightmare.

Yeah singing a little song will help buddy.

Oh hey, Cyan jacket Yellow bear is there amongst all the others...Funny.

Oh he's pissed now.

Nothing is working. Coping mechanisms ain't working here.

Ngl the "WHAT" panel makes me laugh.

It's so absurd.

Mike is still under the impression this thing is haunting him because of his in-action.

Hehe wait-

Those teeth aren't like the one from befoooooooore...

Mike's so fed up with this.

Also the titular "It's me" line from FNAF 1 and, everywhere in the series. I had to include it.

Mike's just exhausted.

Bro is beyond exhausted at this point.

Also notice how he mentions "The dark"

you afraid of the dark Mike?

Bro's having mood swings like crazy. Not that I'd blame him I'd be pissed off if this ghost was just taunting me like this too.

Seriously tho- Mike you cracked that door with that punch is your hand okay????

Also we can note something about Mike: he's apparently right handed, or at least leans on using his right hand.

Yes that's relevant. X'D

Oh hey, Cyan jacket bear is back.

How long has Mike been putting up with seeing this bear ghost?

Huh. So even Mike notices the difference...

Mike I wouldn't touch that thing-

Mike. You stopped going to therapy!?

Apparently in the past he couldn't feel this bear. So he HAS seen it before in an alerted mental state.

And oh no it's got him-

Big ol bear hug! :D

OH. LORE.

Stuff we know but conformed for sure.

Bear is listening.

Oh. HELLO THERE. HE CAN LAUGH.

Mike's confession is real funny apparently.

Considering ALL the notes/drawings on the wall, this character is kind of a sadistic ass so this reaction makes sense.

So: They share a birthday how cute.

Oh.

That terrible day was on Mike's birthday lmfao. Ouch.

Mr. Cody bear does this to people A LOT. Often enough he knows how they usually REACT anyway.

Also there's a typo ignore that i'm not gonna fix it lmao

Aaaand the "Mike is a freak" gag comes back once again. XD

Meaning he's been watching Bonnie and Mike talk to each other...

Stalker.

He's been stalking Mike in general since he entered the damn building.

Creepy.

Oh my. Oh dear.

Lore.

Why does everyone pat Mike's pretty head????

So Cody wasn't tormenting Mike because of a vendetta: He's just an ass.

He also doesn't want an apology showing he's got SOME emotional maturity to know it wasn't Mike's fault. This kind of maturity shows off even though he might have DIED as a child, he is not STILL a child. This is in stark contrast to a character like Ennard who keeps a childish mentality towards others.

Josh Afton was the one wearing the "Foxy mask" and inadvertently killed his own brother.

WOOPS. IT WAS JUST A PRANK BRO.

Seems Cody isn't over that...Getting pissed Mike even brings up his brother. Possibly angry Mike even KNOWS that much about him?

Cody just leaves.

Mike is terrified to be left alone, he'd rather hug the bear who's been tormenting him than be alone.

They take a peek back into the room and it's darkness is OMINOUS.

Cody's eyes also flash red when he's angry or annoyed, hold onto that detail.

And with that, THE IMAGE LIMIT FOR ONE POST HAS BEEN HIT.

Hope ya enjoyed the show so far we'll pick up again when I finish my blabbing.

#fnaf au #fnaf comic #fnaf fan comic #fnaf fan art #fnaf creations au #fnaf golden freddy #golden freddy #mike schmidt #fnaf michael afton #fnaf ennard #michael afton #bonnie #fnaf bonnie #fnaf puppet

[srarizard]

Back on my Rayman bullshit.

I literally have nowhere to talk about Rayman but the Tumblr tag seems to be popping so here goes. I am probably the only person on planet Earth who cannot stop thinking about Reflux. I will always be critical of Rayman 3 for its very surface level characters and unfunny "humor", but it still has a lot of environmental storytelling if you look for it. For example, there is plenty of evidence to suggest that the Knaaren are bipedal toads.

Artistic liberties were taken, of course, but it's almost a perfect match. It also explains the dot on his forehead, as most toads have warts all over. The warts only become more prominent during the final boss battle, too.

Not to mention, the tunnel system they live in is directly outside of a ravine full of poisoned water. This implies that there might have been a time when they were semi-aquatic. They also have flat teeth, with no canines. I like to think it's because they are herbivores forced to feast on whatever they can find, because they have no plants within miles to feed on. It would explain why they prefer the brain, as it's squishy and easy to chew, as well as the zombie eggs that are the only notable, reliable food source seen in the desert.

Now, what about the way that they evolved? Most of this is speculation, but I can at least tie it together. Knaaren are invincible canonically. Reflux contradicts this in two ways; he has defeated other Knaaren to claim the title of champion, and he dies at the end of Rayman 3. It can only be concluded that he isn't a "normal" Knaaren, and the best way to explain this is to acknowledge the fact that the champion receives the power of the Leptys. Not only is Reflux the only Knaaren to use magic, his boss battle is, quite frankly, insane. I just replayed it yesterday, and it came extremely close. It's possible he used his power to exhaust the other Knaaren to the point where they can no longer fight in order to claim the title of champion using those powers.

In theory, it can also be said that the power of the Leptys creates a weakness. God powers must take a lot of energy to channel no matter what sort of creature you are. So, in theory, Reflux was burning the candle at both ends, pridefully striking down challengers and assuming that he would never be defeated with how much power he has come to earn. He becomes a monster in his thirst for revenge at the end of the game, which ultimately kills him. What this implies about the Leptys is vague, but it certainly has something to do with the deity.

Now, this is my favorite part. Reflux is actually the only character Rayman has ever done wrong. I'd say he's the only one Rayman ever killed, but uh, depends on your view of canon, so I'll be focusing on what is undeniable. Rayman blasts into the desert without warning, and granted it's to save his friend, but he ruins Reflux's life in doing so. He had no choice but to become the champion and shame his opponent. Reflux made his entire identity on being champion, and eagerly accepts when André promises the ability to claim revenge. Rayman was just supposed to be a fun exercise for him, and now Reflux finds himself outcast due to an outsider who doesn't even want to be champion. It's the fault of his pride, but it is still a way that Rayman has made someone's life worse.

It's also interesting to think of them as cultural opposites. Rayman comes from a lovely dream world, and Reflux comes from a hellish nightmare that he had to claw his way to the top. Rayman was born a hero, and Reflux had to earn it. Ubisoft really shot themselves in the foot by not expanding on that, I think. They could have really made something out of the contrast of dreams and nightmares.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk. If you read this far, please stan Reflux.

#rayman #rayman 3 #knaaren #blorbos #long post #hyperfocus moment

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Thinking how to me it's a more interesting choice not for Philza to have to pick which kid to save as in which one lives, but for him to have to pick which kid to save as in the players get split up and he has to choose which kid to entrust to the team he isn't on.

Does he go first to Tallulah, his disabled daughter who needs a lot of physical protection the other adults don't quite understand or notice all of the time, but who is adored by the islanders and the Brazilians especially would claw out their own eyes before they let her suffer?

Or does he go first to Chayanne, who is physically so much stronger, but the other adults are kinda distant with (bar Missa, who... Is not really saving people material however much I love him), who don't have that personal attachment, who would absolutely save him but maybe, just maybe, wouldn't fight quite as hard for - if only because they expect this /child/ to be strong and handle himself (emotionally and physically both).

Forcing Philza to entrust one of his kids to someone else and having to pick which kid that is is, to me, more interesting, and is an extremely interesting character choice.

Picking which one dies? Either way that's just going to break him. He will just be crushed. Congrats, you emotionally ruined an old bird man already having severe mental health problems. I don't even know how you RP that and have it watchable long term with the way he's been talking his personal plot.

Picking which kid he entrusts to other people? Having to trust the other players with his /child/? Either one of them? That's a lot more satisfying to me. It's cruel without being sadistic, you know? And forcing Philza Fucking Minecraft to trust /someone else/ with one of his children in a situation where he /knows/ they'll be emotionally fucked up and probably physically in danger too? That's tasty.

(I love Missa, and he would entirely be willing, but even if he's there he's not what one would call combat capable or emotionally steady, hence why Missa goes after Chayanne is still entrusting other people. That's maybe worse as Phil would have to trust them to look after Chayanne [or Tallulah, but it'd be Chayanne] /and/ his kinda squishy very fragile but extremely loved government-assigned husband)

#qsmp rambling #or yk they could just put all the eggs in one room and the parents have to fight a boss to get them back #I like to think there won't be too much genuine threat to the eggs #because they know how much all of them are loved by players and viewers and admins #but narratively there probably will be #one of those you rolled what the book didn't say on the dice but won anyway because the lore needs you to get your fucking ticket situation #maybe its copium but I have to survive the week

[broken-clover]

3 for Randy/Zappa please!

"I love this character!" *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts

Firmly of the belief that Zappa gets a shitton of possession nightmares and that is very not good when you're in a small shack and sharing a bed.

Slight content warning for mentions of self-harm, nothing really happens but it gets brought up, and panic attacks

-

Slapped right across the face. Wasn’t that the best way to wake up at four in the morning?

Randy would probably still be mad about it in the morning. He was still mad about it now, to be honest, but for all his personal flaws, he knew how to drop a grudge when it only would have made everything worse. Be mad later, deal with the hyperventilating disaster first.

…Alright, maybe ‘disaster’ was too harsh, but he wasn’t referring to Zappa himself, just the mess. When he’d woken up and fallen out of bed, he’d taken almost everything on it with him. It must have made for an impressive shock. He could get why that would involve probably-accidentally smacking his bedmate on the way down. Now their floor was a mess of blankets and pillows, and maybe that would have been kind of funny in any other circumstance.

“Zappa? Hey, hey-”

Making his presence known felt like the best idea, if anything just to avoid getting slapped again. Even after freeing himself from the blanket tangles (with some help) Zappa still breathed like they were wrapped around his neck. Fingers clawed at the nothing constricting his throat until Randy grabbed onto his wrists to keep him from drawing blood with his own scratches.

“Hey! Stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

It didn’t calm him, not in the slightest. Zappa was facing him, but it didn’t feel like he was looking at him, nor right past him. He wasn’t really looking anywhere at all, but wherever that was, he was terrified of it.

“H- h- haaa- !”

“Zappa! Dude, take it easy!” Randy tried not to full-on shout. “You just fell out of bed, you’re fine!”

“Hhhhh- n- nononono!”

It was hard to think of what to say that wouldn’t set him off any more than he already was. “Just- just try to breathe, alright?”

Great, real useful advice, dumbass. No wonder you flunked speech class.

It also became very hypocritical, because he immediately found himself struggling to breathe, too. In some sort of blind panic, Zappa had grabbed onto him with crushing force. Immediately, Randy tried to pry him loose, but the panic-sweat made him slippery.

“Zappa! Zappa!! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Don’t let go don’t let go don’t-” He whimpered into his shoulder. His words slurred together between breaths. “I’mgonnadie-”

“You-” Though not particularly comfortable, he found a way to brace his shoulders that kept his lungs from being squeezed as much. “You’re not dying, man. You’re not. Promise.”

“She’s back, she came back, she-”

”I promise.” He repeated. Truthfully he wasn’t entirely sure who ‘she’ was here, but it didn’t matter. “It’s just us. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. I’ve got you.”

Between the frantic breathing, Randy could make out the start of sobs. With how his arms were pinned, the best he could manage was a gentle pat on the leg, but it would have to do for now. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

#frog writes #ask #guilty gear #Zappa

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 9- Part 15

You’ve left her hanging for, like, hours now! Thirty people are dead! What could you have been investigating that kept you away for so long?

Still- does this confirm that the names for certain Team Meteor agents are, in fact, code names? Meaning “Aster” and “Eclipse” are not those two’s real, legal names? Maybe “Ace” isn’t that other commander’s actual name either- though, in their case, it could also be some stage name, assuming I’m correct about them being part of that Agate Ace Circus thing.

It’s…interesting that they’re giving us the name of the agent Amaria was tracking, here and now- Law of Conservation of Detail and all that. It can’t be that Borealis is Commander Redeye, he seemed too important of a member of Team Meteor to spend time wandering around the Slums for some reason. But still, there’s gotta be some relevance to Borealis being brought up so specifically now- did we find any hints to where Borealis could have gone? 

Would it have even been in the Slums, is that another reason why the player had to go through there (other than the short route to Coral Ward being blocked by trees, I suppose)? But we didn’t see much in the ways of clues, I don’t think- just a lot of generic NPCs, that Scrafty and her Scraggy gang, that one Mankey in the elevator, and the Corey encounter (which might have been optional given that wasn’t the way to the roof).

…We…ran into Corey. The…only other non-generic NPC, besides Victoria, we ran into while in the Slums…that entire time…

…No. No, no, I might just be overthinking stuff again- like I said, it was probably an optional event anyways, there’s…really nothing to go on about Borealis for me to say for sure that it’s Corey anyways. The Corey thing could have just been a red herring, his explanation for being there doesn’t seem that out-of-character or unreasonable- he looks like a villain, but that doesn’t mean he’s actually a villain.

YEAH!! Finally, we can engage in REAL warfare against the trees! No Fire-types required!

Alright- it took many trials and tribulations, but now it seems like we can finally go back to Obsidia Ward, back to Florinia and Victoria, and deal with the rampaging plants in the park once and for all!

But…that’ll have to be an adventure for next time. Thank you all so much for reading, next time will surely bring even more chaos and I am as excited as I am terrified! So look forward to that and my continued attempts to be a competent battler in spite of the enemy health bars, and I’ll see you all next time!

CURRENT TEAM: 

Riptide

Species: Croconaw

Gender: Male

Level: 21

Ability: Sheer Force*

Item: Quick Claw

Brave nature; Alert to sounds.

Breeze

Species: Pidgeotto

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Keen Eye

Item: None

Lax nature; Mischievous.

Glare

Species: Ekans

Gender: Female

Level: 20

Ability: Intimidate

Item: None

Naughty nature; Highly curious.

Whiskers

Species: Skitty

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Wonder Skin*

Item: None

Lax nature; Capable of taking hits.

Bloom

Species: Roselia

Gender: Male

Level: 21

Ability: Leaf Guard*

Item: Rose Incense

Docile nature; Alert to sounds.

Prong

Species: Charjabug

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Battery

Item: None

Rash nature; Loves to eat.

CURRENT BOXES:

NUMBER OF RELOADS: 5

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[wingedknightrose]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @lucien-lachance

Tagging whoever wants to :>

Mostly I've been working on outlines and piecing together character arcs and all that jazz, but I've dug through my WIPs to find one I liked, so here ya go

Dracul took a deep breath, one that was clearly his attempt at fortifying himself for something. “So where does your hatred spring from? It is far too personal to simply be over this war between the Brotherhood and I.” Alucard’s expression hardened, eyes narrowing. His posture went rigid, tense, a bowstring pulled taught and ready to snap at a moment’s notice. “I hate you for what you chose to do after I died.” He didn’t bother trying to hide the snarl that colored his tone, the way his eyes blazed with fury. Dracul had opened the floodgates, and now he had to deal with everything that came of it. “Was my life not price enough for my mistake? What reason did you have to destroy my home, too? Why did they have to pay for my foolishness?!” He was shouting, and he didn’t care. “I-I do wish I could go back, to keep your wife and son from harm-” “You think this is only about Sypha and Simon?!” Alucard cut him off ruthlessly, fists clenching so tight he feared his claws would puncture the metal of his gauntlets and the flesh beneath. “Do you think I lived my entire life without ever caring for another person? What about Enric, who always used to slip Simon sweets when we brought him for new shoes? What about Reveca and Camelia, who always set aside some of their fresh loaves for me when I had to leave on a hunt? What about Ioan and Nandru and Tereza? What about Brother Eusebiu in the library? Did you know he went looking for your travel books for me, and when he could not find them in his stacks, he searched for any that might have even the slightest mention of you, all so I could know my father in some way? And what about Rosaly?!” His voice broke on her name, the pain overtaking the rage. He had carried these wounds for so, so long, left them to fester, and only now was he starting to lance them that they might heal. “She was my sister in all but blood! When I broke my arm as a boy, she was the one that sang to me to keep my mind from the pain! She was a part of my family, and your creatures killed her as surely as they murdered my Sypha! That place was my home, Father! I had known those people for my entire life!” He paced, agitated, needing to do something to express the pain and the fury. He must have looked like a caged wolf, snarling through its bars, but he did not care. The gates were open. The words needed to get out. There could be no healing for him if they didn’t. “Some of those people knew you and Mother, as well! They loved the both of you, mourned your loss! Did you think they had cast your memory aside? If they had known what had become of our family, they would have treated it like the injustice it was! Their only crime was being lied to by a handful of men who had resigned themselves to their own pyre, and yet you killed them all the same! Mother’s family called that place home, but you did not stay your hand even for her kin! And what of the children? They were too young to have had any hand in our fates, but still you had them butchered! Did you think that would honor Mother and I? Did you really believe we would have ever wanted such a thing? Or did you just not care?!” Dracul was silent, pain clear on his face. Did he regret what he had done? Or was he only upset that his son was so angry with him? Alucard felt his jaw clench tightly enough that his teeth ached from the force of it.

#i think alucard should get to yell at his dad actually #i think he deserves it #i think he should get to yell at his dad a lot because his dad is the king of Bad Life Choices and has 1000% earned that shit #(i say with all the love in my heart. ilu gabe but you fucked up so bad. so goddamn bad) #anyways i think people are way too quick to forget that drac kinda sorta burned trevor's home to the ground #like i feel like that should be a bit of sticking point between them #this is a first draft so it'll prolly get changed a lot before it makes it into any full length anything but i like the mood #wip wednesday #writing type things

[phosphorescent-naidheachd]

 @goblins-riddles-or-frocks replied to your post:Sunday Snippet

I love this!! I think my favorite take on these two is just throwing them together post r&r and seeing how they claw their way out of their respective traumas. and idk second choice romance is so poignant to me.

I love what a gut punch it is for her to say “I thought I was” there. where do you even go from that! especially after already getting married, and the nature of royalty being what it is I get not knowing how to resolve it tho, I’m stalling on pretty much the same issue myself alas

Ahhh, thank you!! I love the dynamic between these two, and doubly so during and post R&R. They have #CompatibleTraumas, and I think it’s a lot of fun to explore the ways the characters’ traumas and emotional needs interact—both for better and for worse. 

And yes to your statement about second choice/second chance romances!

IMO, even more than her feelings for Mal or the Darkling, the main obstacle to canon Nikolai/Alina is that canon!Alina is unsuited for life as a political figure. From a Doylist perspective, this unsuitability boils down to Bardugo’s desire to have Alina end her story by returning to Keramzin with Mal at her side—an ending that wouldn’t work anymore if Alina was allowed to fully grow into her leadership role. 

I think you’re the person I’ve discussed this with before, but while I understand what Bardugo was trying to narratively achieve, and I don’t wholly disagree with it, it still frustrates me to see Alina start to reach her potential, only to repeatedly have it cut off and watch her start from scratch over and over again. I’ll freely admit that this is a matter of personal preference as much as it is objective critique! 

I’m sure a thousand metas have been written about how Alina’s different love interests symbolize different parts of herself and different paths she could have taken, but it always hits me anew each time I think about her canonical relationships.

ANYWAY.

I feel like Nikolai could respond to Alina’s accusations by retreating behind his ‘perfect prince’ veneer, or he could be emotionally open with her, as he has been in the past. Likewise, I can see Alina either retreating from him or having a real conversation with him. Despite the rocky start to their acquaintance, the two of them have been pretty low-drama together when it comes to the personal stuff!

Yeah, the nature of royalty means divorce or even an official separation aren’t really options—especially not without the existence of an heir and a spare!—which would only make Alina feel more trapped. That said, I can see Alina going on a PR tour/diplomatic trip/secret mission by herself (albeit accompanied by guards/friends) as a solution of sorts, as that would temporarily give her space from Nikolai, the palace, and her ordinary duties. Likewise, I think it would help Alina if she did more work with the common people, as that’s something that feeds her soul in the same way working with the nobility drains her. 

The role of queen can’t be completely changed without creating problems for the Lantsov reign, especially since Nikolai came to the throne under the circumstances he did, but I think Alina and he could get away with tweaking it some. Alina’s sainthood would aid them in this, as it lets conservatives write her off as the exception rather than the rule, while also gradually accustoming everyone to a different type of queenship.

That said, I think my resolution might simply be adding Zoya into the mix (and potentially moving the entire scene into my WIP Nikolai/Zoya/Alina fic). 

Zoya tosses her dark, glossy curls back. “Self-pity isn’t a good look on you, Starkov.”

“Self-pity?”

“None of us forced you to stay; no one forced you to marry Nikolai. This was your choice. And now you want to quit because, what, it’s too hard?” She sniffs derisively. “If you’re going to run away, do it now before you’ve established yourself any further. I’m sure someone will step up to fill your place.”

Alina sputters, furious. “I—I’m not running away.”

Even if I wanted to, I have nowhere left to go.

“If you say so.” Her tone is infuriatingly, airily dismissive. “But then, that’s your modus operandi, isn’t it? Running away when things get too real?”

“I’m not a coward,” Alina spits back.

Zoya smiles, all teeth and disdain. “Then prove it.”

#phos replies #goblins-riddles-or-frocks #i'll tell you how the sun rose #things done by phos #nikolina #zoynikolina #nikozoyalina

[erisenyo]

Zuko POV - Of Tea and Turtle Ducks (and the Turtle Duck Guy)

Should I be working? Yes! Did I instead write two Zuko POV scenes from Of Tea and Turtle Ducks (and the Turtle Duck Guy) in response to @spacecasehobbit wanting to give Zuko a hug but tragically not being a fictional character? Yes!

Guess what, you're a fictional character now!

Zuko isn’t even bothering to pretend anymore that the anxious laps he’s pacing around the barely-dawn courtyard are a cool down from his run, or a shortcut—kind of—back toward the apartment above the Jasmine Dragon, or anything other than him stressing. It’s been nearly a week since the ducklings have hatched and Zuko is pretty sure he threw any pretense of chill out the window long before then.

He thinks about texting Sokka again, thinks about how he’s almost positive that Sokka would answer, and almost positive that he would come running. That his hair would still be messy, his normally animated face slow with sleep, that he’d come with a bag full of snacks and juggling tea and spilling out determination to fix something, anything, and Zuko doesn’t know if he could bear right now being the thing Sokka tries to fix, because Zuko’s been that before and just—

No. There’s no reason to text, not really. And Zuko’s already bothering him too much, anyway.

Still, he’s anxious and jittery watching Mochi sleep, seeing him even at rest so much smaller than Pocky and Cupcake. Anxious and jittery and full of a need that’s clawing and urgent and desperate, that seeps into all the little corners of him the way his anger and helpless fury used to.

Zuko isn’t an idiot. He’s gone to therapy. He knows he’s overly invested in the ducklings. He knows he’s projecting. He knows he’s taking an impersonal thing personally, he knows. It just—it matters.

It matters a lot to him, right now.  

It’s early, so early dawn is just creeping over the turtle’s grassy back, so Zuko doesn’t expect anyone else to be in the courtyard, not when no one ever is.

So he isn’t exactly prepared for human interaction when someone walks out of the SLAW toward him, isn’t prepared to stop the instinctive bolt of wariness and suspicion that blooms in his chest from showing on his face, and he can feel it turning into a glare as they set a case onto the ground, opening it to reveal some kind of contraption, looking at the ducks like they’re going to use it on—

“Have you seen the ducks get fed yet?” They ask, words mild, casual, and Zuko forces himself to take a step back and give space and dial back whatever is happening on his face. “Usually the engineering department handles it, the post docs love it. But today’s helper caught a cold, and when in doubt apparently a doctorate in theoretical astrophysicist can be trusted with the task, too.”

Zuko blinks, and forces himself to process all the information he was just given. The machine that’s supposed to be here—Sokka did mention something in one of his rambles about drones, but Zuko had lost the thread by that point, wasn’t entirely sure if he was still talking about the ducks—and the person who is supposed to be here too.

“You’re a professor?” Zuko finally asks, trying to bite back the suspicion still lingering in his voice and reminding himself that learned reactions don’t have to dictate his behavior.

“I am,” they say, lifting the machine—the drone, Zuko supposes—out of its box and beginning to fiddle with a control panel. “Though usually not of anything quite like this,” they add, lips quirking, inviting Zuko into the joke.

Zuko is pretty sure he manages to muster a grimace back.

“Does it scare them?” he asks, nodding toward the drone as the professor flips a switch and it powers to life, quite and whirring.

“We took that into account,” they say, smiling. “Or rather, the engineering department did. A cohort of very dedicated students conducted extensive research on shapes, frequencies, approach angles—that’s why we come in like this instead of just dropping down, see?”

Zuko nods, watching the drone glide in a gentle, slow arc down, something in his chest easing at the reassurance. Because that’s what it was, a reassurance, and Zuko normally doesn’t like it when strangers try to offer him pity or when their voices go all gentle and sad the minute they see his scar. But this person hasn’t given him scar a second glance, and, well—Zuko knows he isn’t exactly being subtle over here about his anxiety.

“Do you want to try?” they ask, offering over the remote control. “It’s just like a video game, very intuitive.”

Zuko shakes his head, resisting the urge to hide his hands behind his back, compromising by curling them into fists in the fabric of his gym shorts instead. He can feel his adrenaline all over the place, he knows from years of competitive martial arts that his hands wouldn’t be still like he would need them to be right now.

The professor accepts that without question—something unwinds in him even more, which just leaves the trench of anxiety and frustration and pent up something that he’s been trying to sort out ever since he got that letter months ago—and quietly goes about feeding the ducks.

They stand with Zuko after it’s done, watching the ducklings eat in silence. Their presence is a quiet one, at-ease, and Zuko wants to soak that in the way he soaks in Uncle’s calm when he’s feeling off balance, but fuck, Mochi keeps getting bumped away and pushed out and—

“Want a hug?”

Zuko startles so hard he nearly drops his phone.

“It seems like you might be having a tough time about something,” they continue, eyes still on the ducks, which might be all that keeps Zuko from giving in to the urge to sidle away. “You don’t have to tell me about it,” they add, and something about the way they say it makes Zuko think it’s actually true. “But I’ve learned over years of office hours that a lot of things can be helped by feeling like you’ve got someone there for you.” Zuko’s thoughts flick to cups of tea and neat packets of duck facts and a voice worn hoarse from talking. “Usually I talk things out with my students, help them see things a different way. But I am never opposed to offering hugs to those who need them.”

Zuko hesitates, eyeing them. He doesn’t get weird vibes, but he doesn’t think he’s in a place right now where he can accept calm, either. He isn’t ready to be soothed off the intensity of his emotions. So he shakes his head, and eventually leaves to shower before his morning shift. And later, he asks Sokka if he knows the astro professor who sometimes helps with the drone, and watches the way Sokka perks up and gushes about their class, and their office hours specifically.

And later, when Mochi is gone but safe, and Zuko is trying to breathe through the dual grief of loss and relief that Mochi is in a better place, a safer place—a familiar thing to breathe through, too familiar, fuck. Is it even projecting, when it all lines up so well?—while watching dawn creep across the turtle’s grassy back—he remembers how it felt under his feet, how the grass felt prickling at his skin. He remembers the weight of barely-there bodies pattering over him as his already-overwhelmed brain finally processed that Sokka and the flirty guy were exes, and what something like ‘activity’ could mean—the professor comes back with the drone again.

And this time, Zuko does accept that hug.

--

Zuko nearly bowls the astro professor over as he swings down an aisle of stacks, skidding and tripping to keep both of them upright and the tea in his hands unspilled, aware that he can’t blame a single bit of his clumsiness on the cold still lingering on his cheeks.

“Sorry!” Zuko exclaims, even as he starts edging toward the reason for his clumsiness. “Sorry, I didn’t see—I was just—no one’s usually back here—”

The professor follows Zuko’s attention to the little corner table where Sokka hasn’t moved since Zuko set him up there except to somehow transfer snacks from their bag into his mouth without pausing in his typing. He’s been wholly focused on his essay since he managed to start writing it again, and the tea at his elbow is nearly empty, and Zuko had to go to three campus cages before he found the one with the brand Sokka usually drinks, and—

“Ah,” the professor says, lips quirking. “Finals approaching.” They eye Zuko a moment, eyes amused, before adding, “This is usually when my students most frequently find themselves needing a hug.”

“Oh,” Zuko blinks, pausing, words tumbling out automatic. “Oh, I—thanks, but I’m good.” And he thinks of Sokka following where Zuko led even though Sokka didn’t know where they were going, of Sokka giving Zuko so much and letting Zuko give him something back. Of a haiku written on a cup on his bedside table. Of being bold, and stepping into the wide unknown, and not being alone doing it. “I’m good,” Zuko repeats, realizing that he means it.

The professor smiles, eyes crinkling. “Good.”

#Just pounded these out and posted them so forgive any editing weirdness #Inspiration strikes in interesting ways

[fyrefrostanimus]

Oh yay more OC posting!

Unlike the other two these guys actually were posted elsewhere before tumblr (it was DeviantArt before anyone asks) and they have some established backstory. But I wasn't really settled with the colors or even the full designs, so I thought I'd finish them up and post them here.

There's even more characters in the specific OC universe they come from but I'll stick with the main two for now.

So Arlen is a little guy. He's 9 years old. He's also a vampire. Not like he wanted to be, though.

Arlen's family hunts werewolves since the town they live in hates them and they get good pay for it. The other main group of werewolf hunters is some vampires who are paid in blood (quite literally). You probably see where this is going and Arlen gets jumped as someone in the vampire group seemed to miss their dinner. He gets bit multiple times in this incident and that's enough to start him becoming a vampire himself.

Instead of doing the actual right thing and seeking to at least stop the vampire who attacked him from attacking anyone else (or seeing what caused the attack), his family insisted that Arlen would work with the vampires so he doesn't attack anyone and gets the whole "being a vampire" thing handled. Which would mean working next to the vampire who attacked him. He runs off out of stress and not wanting to deal with having his hand forced into something he doesn't want, and that's where Arlen meets Blue.

~~~

Blue is half werewolf. They don't look human, but they're not quite a wolf either.

Other than their dad, Blue's entire family is full born-werewolves. They live in town, while Blue is on the outskirts of the forest raising sheep so they can eat and sell the wool (usually through their father, since they're not really welcome in town regardless of if they're friendly or not). Living alone in the woods isn't exactly convenient, but at least it isn't too loud, doesn't smell like in town, and people aren't hunting you down because you look a bit too wolfy. The werewolf part of Blue's family comes to their place on the full moons so they aren't wandering the forest that's regularly patrolled by hunting parties out to kill them (their mom Loren isn't about to make the mistake of letting them get her loved ones again).

When Arlen shows up on their doorstep, Blue's hesitant to let him in: his family is actively trying to hunt down werewolves like their own version of game hunting, after all. But the fact the little guy smells like his own blood and looks like he's seen a lot recently is a big factor, so they check to make sure no one's waiting to ambush them and bring Arlen inside. Hearing about the situation, Blue's not surprised that he wanted to get away. Having to work with someone who did something bad to you you're not ready to forgive yet is one thing, but it's another when it completely ruins your life and keeps you from getting any older than 9 (which Arlen was not aware would happen and it makes him even more mad). They give the kid as much time as they need to stay here so his family doesn't find him, even making sure that their own family knows he's here and he's not going to hurt anyone.

Blue and Arlen quickly forged a parent-and-child bond, not wanting to be separated for too long (especially not vampires, since not only is Arlen nervous around them from the incident but he's also worried about them dragging him back to town and killing Blue).

Some trivia because why not!

Blue actually knows a lot about vampires, having to watch out that they don't kill their family and all.

Blue's family is their mom Loren, dad Denholm, and half-sibling twins Peregrine and Maple. The twin's dad is Joyce, although he's not here anymore (Blue wasn't born when he was alive).

Blue actually looked a bit like a vampire when they were younger! They had the pointy ears and canines, but the ears weren't as big and they didn't have a tail or claws. When they hit puberty the other wolf traits started to show (including their hair changing into the fur color Loren's wolf form has).

Blue's a strict carnivore, can't really get anything from plants and eating too much veggies could make them sick.

Arlen's little neckband in his ref has cross patterns on it, and they actually can burn a vampire who's not expecting a nervous little 9-year-old child to slam their neck onto their bare skin. The only reason he's not affected is that it's two layers thick, with the inner layer not having the patterns.

Arlen gets the blood he needs from Blue's sheep (since he doesn't need to actually kill them to eat it still makes sure Blue has a food source).

Arlen's first time in bat form was STRESSFUL. He had no idea what just happened and why everything is so big and he was disoriented. Even after grasping that Arlen had to learn to fly and he slammed into so many walls.

Both of them grow winter coats in the colder months.

I mixed different versions of vampires into this world so I should probably explain how they work for sake of simplicity:

Born vampires, sired vampires, and turned vampires are actually all a bit different! Born vampires of course have fangs and slightly pointy ears, and while sired vampires look about the same they have mental bonds with the vampire who sired them (basically they have an extra psychic power in some ways). Turned vampires look a lot different, having a lot more bat traits such as the big ears and getting fluffy in the winter. Very rarely vampires will be herbivores (think fruit bats instead of vampire bats), and it's much harder to find turned vampires of that variety since they're less apt to bite enough times.

Siring needs a personal bond of some kind (platonic or romantic both work). Turning just needs more bites and is hard to do accidentally.

Vampires can go out in the sun, and survive on any type of blood. Human blood is the usual, but exceptions like Arlen exist.

Silver and stakes to the heart are somewhere in the middle. Prolonged contact with silver won't kill a vampire but may not feel that good, and a stake to the heart will paralyze a vampire for as long as the stake is in (if you take it out they'll get back up and it'll hea;).

Touching crosses (in general in this case: it's not meant as a religion thing but I didn't want to leave the cross weakness out), crossing running water, and garlic have negative affects on vampires here. A cross touching skin will burn, crossing running water makes them want to throw up, and garlic turns on their fear response (plus it smells strong to their sensitive noses).

That's really all I can think of saying here and it's already a long post

#original character

[scaramouche-bully]

can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons 

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication. 

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy. 

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters. 

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue. 

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining. 

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide. 

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock. 

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.” 

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder. 

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such  a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper. 

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day. 

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him. 

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip. 

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out. 

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls. 

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...” 

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later. 

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well. 

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit. 

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces. 

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks. 

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach. 

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls. 

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback. 

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other. 

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush. 

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.  

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth. 

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.” 

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously. 

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust. 

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited. 

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[writteninkat]

heyy!! what about a S/O that bites?👀 the area they chose dosen't matter she would still bite [character name]

it can be SFW and/or NSFW whatever seems more fun for you >:)

-🐌

BNHA GUYS WITH AN S/O WHO BITES

w/ Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari

a/n: this caught my eye honestly i love this idea

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

first time you bit him, it was a way for you to not moan. like you were holding back the embarrassing sound and his shoulder was the closest to your lips

as he rammed inside you, both of you closing in on your highs, your nails dug onto his back and your mouthed closed in on his exposed shoulder, biting with so much force you felt sorry about tasting blood

once the both of you have calmed down, Katsuki immediately takes his phone and looks at the bite mark with his front camera

"'Suki, I am so sorry!" You gasp, seeing the red (and kind of bleeding) bite mark on his shoulder

Katsuki smirks and throws his phone back on the nightstand, his lips hungrily kissing your jaw

"Do it again"

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto seems like the guys who'd want to be all conservative about your guys' sex life but I bet you my kidney he's the complete opposite

when he goes to the gym with the rest of the boys, he usually wears a loose sweater and some shorts but when he knows you've left your marks on him, he's gonna be working out shirtless the entire time

and he doesn't shy away from all the staring as well

as he does pull ups, the guys'll be staring at your claw marks on his back and especially noting the bite marks all over his chest, shoulders and sides and in the mirror he'll look at them all smug like "mmhmm they're an animal. if you pray maybe the guy up there might give you one, too."

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

he's always been the one to leave bite marks all over your body but they gave you a thought

what if you tried to bite him?

all your friends tend to mind their own business but the second they see you two walk out with bite marks on your necks and shoulders, they can't fight their eyes from widening and their jaws from dropping

kiri feels highly smug and proud about it, as if he'd just taught you how to play the violin in a night

he loves the sight of your mark on him and even shows it off to his friends who take a step back

"they're an animal, bro. didn't think it was able to fall for them even more but god i'm down bad!"

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the second you bite him, this man is creaming all over

it doesn't matter if you've just started the second round seconds ago, dig your teeth on him and he's putty in your hands

when you first bit him, it was really unintentional. but at that same night, you also find out you may be a switch and the day after you can't help but daydream about izuku's flushed, panting face as you ride him, leaving your bite marks all over his body

"too sensitive... too sensitive!" izuku whines making you coo at him. you press down on the new bite mark you've given him on his hard chest, the pain causing him to lose himself and release inside you. you pout at his helpless reaction, "aww, but i didn't give you permission to cum yet."

DENKI KAMINARI

he finds it absolutely adorable; your weak attempt at not cumming before him

he made you a bet, telling you he'll give you free reign on his black card if you don't cum before him. and you took it cause you didn't feel like being a lil bitch

"look at you, taking my cock like a champ." denki chuckles

he knows your weak spots too well. dirty talk, degrading, rough and deep thrusts.

you thought if you held your group and focused all the build-up on something else, you may delay your high for even just a few seconds

so you bite the back of your palm. bad idea.

the second you feel the pain, your walls are clenching around his cock greedily and you feel a shiver rippling its way up your spine

well. new kink unlocked.

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hi!! i’m so excited to see a blog that writes for death note, it’s become a recent hyperfixation of mine and i can’t find any good fics!!! 💗💗💗💗

could you provide some nsfw content for L? any is fine really, hc’s or a full drabble if you’d like!! i’m desperate for L content lol 💗💗

YES oh my god of course 💗💗 deathnote is one of mine too (i rewatch it like once a week) n L is my major comfort character. i did a kinda cross between a drabble and headcanons for this! I hope it’s what you were looking for <333

CONTENT WARNING: smut (MDNI, 18+), female-bodied reader (gender-neutral pronouns), fingering, begging, mild pain kink, overstimulation, L being .. himself and also mildly obsessive, voyeurism (read: L is a creep misa was right), slightest bit of dubcon if you squint, masturbation, pillow humping, dom!L and yes i will die on this hill, sub!reader, L is actually a little mean in this one, dacryphilia, thigh slapping, fluff at the end if you squint, let me know if i need to add more!

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being physically intimate with L was something you never really considered when you first got together. you weren’t even sure sex was something that was on his radar; he had so many other things to think about, and physical pleasure seemed like something he didn’t pay any mind to.

and you were right— for the most part. it’s not something L ever stops to consider. it’s not that he’s necessarily disinterested, it’s just never been a priority. he usually just takes care of himself when the urge arises.

with you here, though, it’s different. he’s not alone anymore, and your own desires are something he assumes he needs to factor in, and as many times as you assure him that it’s completely okay if he doesn’t want to have sex, that you can take care of it yourself and it’s a nonissue, he’s still . . . curious.

he’s seen you before on the monitors; those times late at night when everyone else has gone to bed and you forget there’s cameras everywhere, that he can see everything you do. he watches you as you’re spread out on the shared bed he rarely sleeps in, slipping your fingers in and out of your little cunt, your mewls and soft whines carrying through the speakers and shooting straight to his cock. he wonders if it’s wrong to watch you like this, but even as he ponders if misa amane was correct, that he is a pervert, he still doesn’t tear his gaze away from the screen. there is the possibility you hadn’t forgotten about the cameras at all. perhaps you wanted him to see.

he doesn’t say anything, less to save you any possible embarrassment and more because he’s found that a subject is least genuine when they know they’re being observed. it’s human nature, he knows, to alter yourself beneath the lens of others, to hide, and he doesn’t want that. this is a side of you he hadn’t considered might exist— an obvious oversight, and one he aims to correct.

that was how L always was. he loves you, yes, you can say that confidently. but as quiet and soft-handed a man as he is, his love is not simple, nor is it gentle. like him, it’s invasive and relentless. it’s not uncommon for you to feel somewhat neglected, or that perhaps he forgets about you altogether, but he never does. in fact, it’s quite the opposite. you are just as much a fixation, a complex puzzle to be torn apart and examined as any case, and rarely does a minute go by in which he doesn’t think of you. it’s perhaps not as romantic as you might like, with his owlish gaze pinned on you whether through a monitor or when you’re sitting next to him, picking apart every detail, but you can’t say he doesn’t pay attention to you. sometimes, you think he pays too much.

when he finally touches you, it’s no different.

he watched for weeks before he broached the idea. the hours you spent trying to satisfy yourself, with your hand between your legs or rutting desperately against a pillow— yet you never seemed truly satisfied. it was obvious in your expression, face screwed up cutely in obvious distress, frustrated tears welling in your eyes and streaking prettily down your flushed cheeks. you could only ever take two of your own fingers, he noticed; you’d tried more a few times, seeming to find your own two small ones dissatisfactory, but you could never quite make it, leaving you in a painful limbo that always has you in a particularly sour mood the next time he speaks with you.

the more he watched, the more he realized how truly unsatisfied you were. one night, you spent thirty minutes rocking against your pillow, and despite the wetness that darkened your pretty panties, you eventually gave up, tossing the ruined pillow away from you with a small, frustrated shriek. he wondered why; and more still, why he suddenly found his own hand unsatisfying, and why he could only curve his own thoughts with ones of you on the monitor, spread out prettily.

it was horribly distracting, really. and with anything else, L had to make sense of it.

in the end, he ends up with more questions than answers.

it’s not his fault, really. it’s yours. you’re so fascinating to study, and so eager to let him learn. you’d been so utterly pliant as he pried your thighs apart, stuttering out reassurances that he didn’t have to do this, asking over and over if he was sure. he doesn’t bother to tell you that this wasn’t for you— he wouldn’t be able to think properly until he’d gotten his answers.

there’s none of the awkward hesitation you might’ve expected, no unsure fumbling of hands or knocking teeth. no, L is sure of this as he is anything else he studies, tearing it apart as he sees fit until he’s satisfied with the conclusion. you’re no different, and he’s just as relentless as he always is.

there’s a certain desperate edge to it when he touches you, like he’s trying to tear everything from you by force. he watches you squirm beneath him, mewling and pleading incoherently as the walls of your pretty cunt spasm around his fingers for what feels like the thousandth time (it would seem you can, in fact, take three), and the only thing he can think of is how many more you’ll be able to give him. surely this isn’t your breaking point? no, he knows better, that can’t possibly be it. you can take more, and he tells you so, deafened to your mindless babbling and choked sobs as you try to push him away.

it’s strange that you do that. you get so upset when he actually does pull away:

he has to pin your hands down eventually; clawing at him the way you are is only a hindrance, and it reduces his overall effectiveness significantly. fortunately, you seem to learn quickly, responding especially well to a sharp slap to your inner thigh. (he isn’t sure if it’s a carrot or a stick, given the way you clench around his fingers when he does it. regardless, it works, so he does it again).

it really only occurs to him to stop when your body seizes again, this time falling entirely limp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he might’ve worried, but your eyes flutter open only a few seconds later, and it’s then that he considers that you might be rather exhausted.

“are you alright?” his voice is quiet, hoarser than normal, and uncharacteristically gentle. he cocks his head at you, the puppy-like gesture such a stark contrast to the delightful hell he was inflicting on you only moments before that you can’t help but giggle tiredly.

at your assurance that you aren’t on the verge of collapse, not anymore at least, he takes time to clean you up, his touch feather-light and familiar in its softness. he lets you cling to him, winding his awkwardly long body around you in a sort of cradle, tucking your head beneath his chin.

he counts the minutes until you fall asleep, measuring your breaths against his own. as much as he enjoys tearing you apart to see what’s inside, there’s a strange satisfaction in putting you back together again.

this is my first published smut i apologize in advance.

#i’m so sorry i went a little feral #not beta’d or edited we die like men #🍒.poppedcherries #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet smut #l lawliet x you #death note x reader #death note smut #death note x y/n #l is so weird i’m sorry