#centaur village???? i want more centaur village!!!!!

[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #monster!konig #yandere cod #tw: monster fucking #call of duty #konig cod #konig x you #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig smut #centaur #monster fucker #monster #monster x reader #monster x you #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere #male yandere

[soothedcerberus]

Erik!! I keep seeing your adorable centaur OCs and I always wanted to ask what's the story behind them??

Plushi!! Sorry for the mega-late reply… 🥺I was so happy to get this ask but I didn't know how to explain my silly ocs…I will try now-more under the cut.

Dael Braam (dwarf) is a cooped up farmhand looking to see the world, but being immune-compromised from birth it took a lot of persuasion to convince her parents to let them go. They relent under the condition that she finds a capable and strong person to travel with to keep her safe… Just so happens that a strong and capable centaur knight is visiting in town…

Rembrandt (horsey) was created from a dark fusion spell by an amateur mage, who had intentions to construct a powerful warrior to do his bidding.

However, the spell cast did not result in a powerful and fully-armored warrior…. but instead a frail baby knight centaur, with only its top half made of living armor. The mage, not wanting to raise any kind of child, promptly abandons his creation. He can always try to make another one after all.

Into adulthood, Rembrandt still carries a lot of pent-up abandonment and self-esteem issues. You wouldn't know that from the proud facade he puts on though, lying about being a royal knight yet helping all those he comes across with a smile, but never staying long. When the opportunity of having a long-term travel companion (and perhaps a friend…?) arises from Dael requiring a bodyguard, his craving for companionship and affirmation outweighs his worries about her seeing eldritch elements of himself.

Dirk (beefy dragon thing) is the second (and more "successful") attempt from the same mage to create a powerful monster. Think Rembrandt's "big evil" brother. Except he's quite a bit younger. Dirk emerged fully-developed except for his wings-which remain as little nubs. Despite his brawn and warrior-appearance, Dirk was mostly a glorified errand boy, using his impressive strength to terrorize the nearby towns and their land-collecting resources for the mage.

Dael and Rembrandt meet Dirk after hearing word of a giant dragon-knight ravaging villages (and their livestock yum yum).

(I also like the idea of the mage sending Dirk to capture Rembrandt + Dael when he recognizes is his first attempt is not only alive and strong, but also quite proficient in battle.)

One way or another Dirk ends up roaming with the two. At first, Dirk is over-confident, rude, and stubborn... Overall a huge pain for them to travel with. After being shown kindness for the first time and being subject to more than a few humbling situations, Dirk allows a protective, loyal and softer side of him to emerge.

Lots of found family shenanigans and adventures occur-and yeah! This was rambly but thank you for reading about my guys! 💖

#i got rlly happy when i saw your ask but i had no idea how to explain my characters so i sat on your ask till now whah im sorryy #i have a whole 40 pg doc on these guys yet i struggled to write all of this lol thank you for your patience u are too kind plushi #I hope to see u at tfconLA next month if u are going! #also that little doodle u did of rembrandt i love and it hangs over my desk so i can see it always :]] #ALL THESE are subject to change...writing character motivations interactions and story is hard wow how do some of u do it?? #my ocs #plushi #kind words #artists on tumblr #original character #all three of them come from isolated beginnings i realize

[selfeating]

see, to me, as an eastern european, the rampant orientalism of ‘dracula’ is yet another dimension of its comedy, but i want people to take a moment to consider how our friend jonathan talks about ee, and think about how his narration is very much in line of how real-life westerners described the region. 

you may wonder for example, what is orientalist about count dracula reading english train schedules? as one academic notices in this article, dracula’s obsession with trains mirror that of jonathan, who mentions a couple of times how he’s leaving railroads, a symbol of western ‘civilisation,’ behind, and with that he also leaves ‘europe’. this narration is a perfect reflection of travel reports from decades before. similarly as our friend jonathan, a real-life historical figure count de segur remarked that he left europe entirely when entering poland, at the same time also moving back ten centuries  and finding himself among hordes of hands, scythians, vent, slavs, and sarmatians. same attitude displayed by coxe, who summed up his impressions of poland recalling villages wretched beyond description, and going on to talk about the hovels all built of wood seemed full offilth and misery, and everything wore the appearance of extreme poverty. also not too far from what wrote john ledyard, when he claimed that he had not reached europe until he was in prussia. 

but to westerners, ee was not only foreign and poor, it was also a land of “terror,” look: lady mary wortley montagu describing her travel through hungary as if she was going to war, talking about how she was going to be froze to death, bury’d in the snow, and taken by the tartars who ravage the part of hungary [she] was to passe. this idea surely seems like a fantasy, but in terms of imagination, travellers often got even more extra: take, for example, salaberry describing the hungarian noblemen as the centaurs of fable (lol).

so, what i want people to know while reading dracula, is that the setting is not described the way it is only because it’s supposed to be a horror story; to many [most. all, even] westerners, the very idea of travelling to ee was equivalent of a nightmare, anyway. 

#sorry for the focus on poland and hungary but they were often taken to be that ‘border’ between west and east i’m talking about #eastern europe #daily dracula #dracula #bram stoker #yutro.txt #yutroposting

[twsted-kinks]

Djsjdjjd the monster fuckers are hungry 👀 👀 👀Love to see so many people like the ideas and git some if there own! Gonna number each of these and give me thoughts for each one.

I can't believe I didn't think about Rollo but yes definitely a human trying to "save" Yuu from monsters. Your ask got me thinking and now my priest kink came to mind cause just imagine Rollo is the priest for a church in a small village with Yuu being maybe like the black sheep of the village. Rollo wants to "save" because Yuu 1) is a witch (with Grim as their familiar) or potion maker 2) they often go to the neighboring village filled with monsters 3) if Rollo saves them then Yuu would be indebted and would have to marry him 👀. I'm just imaging him is a cassock and it's making me feel things. I could do the classic seducing a priest during confessional fic but there's a lot of depends. I really love the idea of Yuu taking Rollo's virginity but an idea I love more is Yuu and Malleus both fucking Rollo like a Rollo sandwich of him fucking Yuu and Malleus fuckijg both Yuu and Rollo because double decker dick.

I love slimes for all the sexual shenanigans you can do with them that I think work well for Cater. As a slime, he can make copies of himself like his unique magic so multiple Cater's to fuck. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Cater, as a slime, can squeeze into a lot of places fully or leave small parts of himself behind. For the voyeur side, he can leave a little bit of his slime in your home that watches you undress, bathe, pleasure yourself, or pleasure others even. He could also make himself a pseudo ovipositior and leave little eggs, which are just a part of him, inside you. He has complete control of the little slimes so his "eggs" can move around while inside you. You could also be inside of him. Like his body can almost act like a blanket or restraint that was around you as he fills your holes. He can also kinda shape-shift and have whatever and any number of parts he wants. What I'm debating about Cater is if he's translucent or not or both. I'm probably gonna go with him being a translucent pink color naturally but can change colors and opacity so he can turn into other people at least look wise.

I love Riddle centaur! Show horse having to be all proper and formal but he turns to mush around Yuu. One if my favorite centaur tropes I think works very well for Riddle, has a biner but can't reach. Whenever he gets horny he can't do anything about it! He's never been able to touch himself :( I don't have an order of who Yuu will fuck but I do know for Riddle that his first time with Yuu is gonna be because they take pity of the poor centaur, cock dripping and balls heavy with no release.

Bunny Deuce I think is so cute and works so well for him, and, yes, he fucks like a rabbit. He totally hooks his arms around your torso and apologizes as he ruts into you. He's sorry he can't stop you just feel too good! Or maybe he's ridding you reverse cowgirl and you see his little tail wiggling as he cums 🤤. The thing I'm not sure about with Deuce or with a number of the monster au guys is if I want to go the hybrid route (basically human with animal ears and limbs) or or full fantasy furry kinda deal (kinda like a classic minotaur but different animal heads and other traits)

#twst smut #twst x reader #answers #twst thots #twst #twst monsterfucking #twst monster au

[downbadfororcs]

First steps

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Within a village deep in the mountains lived a blacksmith. One of the best in the lands. The orc who lived there was once a great chief, but retired many years ago, no longer finding pillaging could fill his heart. He worked often, gathering orders from far off lands to keep his mind and hands busy.

The hearth of the workshop burned bright and hot, there was a constant thrum of hammer to heated metal, many would find the workspace suffocating. But Xürgarh quite enjoyed it.

While it would be a while before these weapons would be picked up, but Xürgarh had nothing better to do at the moment. Needing to keep busy.

The orc had only stopped his movements when he’d heard a loud, excited knock at the door. He sighed and dropped the sword into the cold water beside him, slipping off his apron as he walked to the front of the shop. The knocking only got louder.

“Yeah Yeah im coming”

He mutters under his breath, he’s about to reach for the door when it bursts open. Xürgarh keeps an unamused expression as he catches the door from hitting him, a familiar centaur stood in the doorway. His next-door neighbor, Tymatius, huffs as he sees his friend still working.

“What are you doing?! Labor time ended hours ago!”

Xürgarh could only grunt in response, turning back to the store counter as he starts to straighten up his workspace. The centaur huffs in irritation

“For the last time you can’t just stay in your forge all day just because you don’t wanna socialize”

“Well not with that attitude I can’t”

“You’re impossible”

“Good”

Tymatius scowls and snatches the hammer out of Xürgarh’s hand, nearly dropping it from the weight.

“What thé hell are you doing?!”

Xürgarh growls as he tries to grab the hammer from Tymatius, who quickly shuffles away

“Getting you out of this damn shop!”

“No. Now give that back.”

“How about this, you go out to the fireplace tonight with me to have fun, and I leave you alone the rest of the month”

The orc thought over the proposition, eventually sighing as he gives in

“Fine, just let me put away my things”

“No need! I’ll do it, you need to change. You real of sulfur”

Xürgarh grumbles but does so, knowing if not he would never hear the end of it. He comes back down a moment later and is dragged away before he can see the state of his work area. The orc huffs as he locks up the forge

“you better have put my tools up properly”

“Yeah yeah hurry up, I want to get a good booth”

“You just want a good spot to ogle at the barkeep”

Xürgarh snides as he puts his keys in his pocket, walking toward the tavern. His lip twitches to a slight smirk as he sees Tymatius fail to defend himself, The centaur caught off guard before catching up with his friend.

They enter the tavern, the place has had many owners but none have made it more homely and inviting than the Minotaur who owns it, Marvin.

The tavern was reopened a year ago. At the same time, they started appearing.

A hooded figure sits in the same seat every time Xürgarh is there, they drink a single glass, pay, and leave. Only occasionally staying for conversation with the barkeep. The other patrons never seem to notice them. Except one orc.

The usuals are all here, but strangely, thier seat is empty

“What Are you staring at?”

Xürgarh is snapped out of his thoughts as his friend speaks to him

“Hm? Nothing, how’s Marvin Doing?”

“He’s doing well”

“Mhm, and have you given him your courting beads yet”

“Shut up”

Xürgarh huffs out a laugh,

“you better get on with it, you know many he has many admirers”

Tymatius starts talking but Xürgarh can’t listen, his eyes catch the midnight blue cloak pass through the crowd with ease, almost as if they weren’t even in the room.

They sit down, Marvin immediately tending to them dispose the rowdy bar, Tymatius seems to catch on that his friend is distracted, his gaze finding the same location as the orc Infront of him.

“Hm, I wonder who that is? I’ve never seen them”

Xürgarh only grunts in response, looking away from from the stranger, Tymatius breaks out in a grin

“You’ve seen them haven’t you, you’re always so quiet when we’re here! This is why! You like them

Xürgarh is caught off guard and growls

“no, no no no”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes! You need to talk to them, they could have your mark!”

Tymatius receives a glare from the orc,

“If you know what is good for you you’ll keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“Oh come on! A soul mark is so rare, especially for orcs! A seat just opened up, go sit next to them-“

“Tymatius.”

“Look, just because you like to be sad and alone doesn’t mean the rest of can stand to see it. now go! And don’t come back till you’ve talked to them”

“And if i don't?”

“Then I’ll tell Marvin You’re paying my tab”

“… you’re evil”

“I know, now go!”

Xürgarh grumbles but does so, taking the free seat beside the unknown figure, from their stature he would guess they’re human.

He tries to get a glance at them from where he sits, but it would be hard to do so without being obvious, he glances back at the centaur with a scowl.

Marvin stands Infront of him after a moment.

“Xürgarh, how are you, it’s been many moons since you’ve been in my bar.”

“Yeah. Ive been keeping busy. A certain someone does understand that”

Martin laughs “I figured he’s why you’re here”

Xürgarh grunts and glances down back at the human again, even though they’re looking straight ahead, it feels as though thier eyes are staring through to his soul.

They’d sat until thier glass was empty, placed two coins on the counter, before slipping off the stool and leaving. Xürgarh felt a little defeated, but what was he supposed to say?

‘Hello strange person I’ve gazed at every day I’ve seen you! What’s your name? Promise I’m not a freak!’

The orc sighs and glances behind him, seeing Tymatius has had more than one too many and is currently swapping stories with one of the other regulars. Xürgarh uses this moment to slip out of the tavern. Placing two coins down before making his way outside.

Xürgarh took his time walking back to his shop, thinking over the situation over and over with different ‘what if’s each time. He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much, they were just some random patron, there’s no way Tymatius could be right. Marks were sacred, few orcs had them.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts as he hears a scuffle up ahead, his pace speeds up unknowingly until he reaches the entrance of an alley. When he looks down he sees the same midnight blue cloak he’s stared at so many nights. He feels his blood run cold as he runs into the alley.

Xürgarh makes his way through, being met with a sight that makes him see red. A man has them pined up against the wall as blow after blow hits. The sound of fist hitting flesh is sickening. His mind leaves him as his body acts, ripping the attacker off of them, thier body slumping to the floor as the man is thrown into the nearest wall. A harsh crack is heard at the impact.

Xürgarh is quick to kneel at thier side, cradling the human as they’re curled up, thier arms blocking thier face from his view. He’s unsure of what to do until he hears them speak, causing him to lean down to properly hear them

“My cloak- please.. please-“

He picks them up, keeping his gaze ahead until he reaches the entrance of the alley, finding the cloth where he’d last seen it.

Xürgarh grabs it, wrapping it around the human in his arms, they seem to relax at this, taking a moment before speaking

“Marvin- take me to him.. please”

The orc can only nod, making haste in his way back to the tavern, this time going ti the side door for employees only. He knocks frantically, not stopping until the door opens.

The Minotaur stands there, agitated, until he sees the crumpled form in his arms. Marvin stands there stunned for a moment before taking the human from Xürgarh

“Thank you.”

Xürgarh can only nod as the door quickly shuts, frantic footsteps to the upper level can be heard until it all grows quiet. He can only stare at the door.

Praying to the gods that the human lives

Meeting Again

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[blueraineshadows]

Brothers Part 6

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️ Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two Weasley brothers. Oscar Weasley is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission

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Triggers: NSFW 🔞 angst, violence, murder

Chapter Six - Not So Innocent

Huge pumpkins and autumnal decorations had begun to appear around the castle in the build-up to Samhain. MC walked the corridors with a smile, enjoying the atmosphere as she headed for the library. She did love autumn.

As she crossed Central Hall, a parchment fluttered through the air near her head, one of many floating about and being snatched at by students. It was causing quite the stir, and MC found herself curious. She caught hers and looked down at the advertisement, a colourful display to entice one into the village of Hogsmeade for festivities at the end of the month. It made her lips curve upwards.

MC tucked the leaflet into her pocket with the intention of discussing it with her friends. A day out in Hogsmeade sounded rather fun, and it might be just what Poppy needed. She had been rather quiet the last few days, and MC hadn't been able to pry out of her what the trouble was.

The library was much more subdued than Central Hall, students quiet as they read and studied. MC made her way to the usual spot, Sebastian and Garreth already at their preferred table, heads bent over a piece of parchment that Sebastian was writing on.

"What are you two scheming now?" She teased. She pulled out a chair and joined them, noting the open text books that were being ignored.

They both lifted their gazes up to her, the pair of them with matching mischievous smiles on their faces.

"Garreth's new potion idea," Sebastian said. "I think we are on to a winner with this one."

MC didn't know whether to smile or wince as she looked at them both, her face twisting into a mixture of both expressions.

"Since when do you help Garreth with his potions?"

The lads shared a look, both of them looking far too happy with themselves as MC got her books out.

"This could be mutually beneficial," Garreth said. "I get to experiment with the brew, and widen my potential."

"And if it works, then I can read all night without getting tired," Sebastian added.

"Oh, is this that energy boosting drink you mentioned?" MC asked.

Garreth nodded and turned the parchment so she could see their notes, the inky scrawl rather messy in their efforts to get things down quickly. Garreth's eyes were alight with excitement as he quickly explained how it might work. MC couldn't help but catch some of this enthusiasm.

"So, when do you start brewing?" She asked.

"That's the problem," Sebastian sighed. "We need some rare ingredients that cost too much coin to buy. We need to figure out another way to get hold of them."

MC scanned their list on the parchment, her eyes pausing on unicorn hair. "Hmm, yes, unicorn hair is quite difficult to get hold of."

"Which makes it pricey," Garreth sighed. He pushed his hand through his mop of hair. "I might have to run some errands for old Pippin, he might help me out with a discount."

MC bit her lip and looked at the two of them, thinking of the little herd of unicorns that were hidden in the Forbidden Forest, safely guarded by enchantments and checked on by the centaur community. Her and Poppy had been to visit them the other week, eager to see how they were faring after the summer break.

Poppy was fiercely protective of their location, and MC kept quiet as she mulled over the possibility of gathering some hair for this potion experiment. Perhaps she ought to speak to Poppy first before making any promises.

"I'm sure something can be figured out," she said. She pulled out the leaflet from her robe pocket and held it up.

"Have you seen this? Shall we go?"

Sebastian took the leaflet and Garreth nodded. "I'm up for that," he said. "We can all go together, if you want."

"Are we taking dates?" Sebastian asked.

Garreth's eyes met MC's, a slight pink staining his cheeks as he shrugged. "I wasn't planning to."

Sebastian rubbed his fingers thoughtfully over his mouth and he gave MC a quizzical look. "Do you think Poppy would say yes if I asked her?"

MC sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you? Of course she will. Just ask her out already."

"What about this trouble with her parents?" He asked.

MC felt her shoulders slump. Poppy's parents were in Scotland, and it wasn't to visit with their daughter. They were part of a poaching ring, and being here could only mean one thing, and that was to hunt. Poppy's grandmother had sent an owl to warn Poppy, and now Poppy was fearful for all the rare beasts in the area. MC knew that Poppy would love to scoop every single one of them up and hold them safe, but that just wasn't feasible. It wouldn't stop her from trying, though.

"Perhaps a day out would be the ideal distraction for her," MC said. "I know she would like to go with you. Just ask her."

"Hmm, maybe I will."

"If she does say no, you can always take Ominis as your date," Garreth said with a grin.

Sebastian chuckled. "Oh, he is coming regardless, even if I have to drag him there," he said. He pointed at MC. "And you can help me convince him it will be fun. Just promise to keep the yucky snogging to a minimum with Oscar."

MC blushed, her eyes meeting Garreth's again, his own gaze immediately dropping to the parchment as he fiddled with the edges. Not for the first time, MC wondered what he was thinking. Ever since he had caressed her cheek at the party, MC had been more aware of his glances, the way he blushed or hid his gaze from her. He had called her the prettiest girl in Hogwarts, and she wondered if he even remembered saying it. They had not spoken of it, and MC dared not for fear of what he might say.

Shifting in her seat, MC gave Sebastian a slight frown. "I don't know if Oscar is coming yet. I've not had chance to ask him."

"Yes, well, if he does come along, save the snogging for afterwards," Sebastian said.

"Perhaps you should focus more attention on your own snogging opportunities rather than worry about mine," MC said, folding her arms and giving him a stern look. "I've a good mind to grab Oscar and give him a big snog right in front of you."

Sebastian grimaced. "Urgh, please don't. You'll put me off my Butterbear slobbering over a Gryffindor like that. No offence, Garreth."

Garreth shrugged and tucked his potion notes into his journal. "None taken, although that's enough snogging talk for one day. I'm going to head off. I'll catch up with you later."

As Garreth gathered his things and headed out of the library with a quick wave, MC watched him go, a distracted look on her face.

"What's that look for?" Sebastian asked. He tickled the end of his quill under her chin, and she turned back to him with a small smile.

"Maybe we should help Garreth find a date for the festival," she said thoughtfully. "I think he felt a bit left out."

Sebastian glanced after Garreth, brow furrowed. "Hmm, but who? I hope he doesn't take Trixie up on her offer. I have warned him to stay clear of that one."

MC felt her stomach tighten. "What offer?"

Sebastian sighed and shook his head. "She is after Garreth, even more so now that Oscar has his mitts all over you. She's a bitch, but she is a beautiful one, and it isn't easy for a man to turn down something like that when it's being offered up on a plate."

MC felt her stomach twist further, and she felt a bit sick. The thought of Trixie's hands on Garreth bothered her as much as the thought of Oscar being with her. It was silly. She hadn't been with Oscar then, and Garreth was just a friend, and yet MC felt something hot and twisted claw at her insides.

"Does the girl have no shame?" She muttered, her frown deepening.

"From what I hear in the Quidditch changing rooms, no, she does not," Sebastian said. He eyed MC, his hand reaching for hers across the table top. He took hold of it, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles, and she lifted her eyes to his. His gaze was soft, concerned.

"Do me a favour, MC," he said quietly. "I know you like him, but don't let Oscar change you. Don't become like those girls that hang around outside the Quidditch block. That's not who you are. I know who you are, and I don't want to hear them talking about you the way they talk about Trixie."

MC swallowed hard, the backs of her eyes burning a little at his words. It still amazed her how he managed to just see her, to be someone who was there for her in ways that nobody else had ever been. Her own concerns about fitting in with Oscar's friends had not been something she spoke about, a worry she had kept buried, and yet Sebastian had voiced a similar thing in his own protective way. She was still his charge, no matter how much time had passed since the day he had jested about her being such a thing.

She squeezed his hand. "I'm still me, Seb," she whispered. "I won't change. I promise."

He gave her a long look before nodding, releasing her hand but keeping his fingers over hers. He lowered his voice even more, leaning as far forward as he could, his brown eyes serious, intense.

"Good. I made you a promise to stop using Unforgivables, and I don't want to have to break that promise in defence of your honour. Because I would, MC. For you, I would."

And she didn't doubt it.

....*....

As soon as a crisp, sunny day came around, the students were keen to get outside for some fresh air. Oscar practised Quidditch in most weather, always best to be able to cope with whatever nature threw at you, because a simple thing like the weather wasn't enough to put a stop to a match. However, there was something really invigorating about flying and getting a good workout under the sun.

His cheeks stung from the cold, but his muscles were pleasantly warm as he touched down onto the pitch after a fierce practise session. As he made his way towards the changing block, he spotted MC waiting for him, slightly apart from the rest of the group, but there nonetheless.

He felt his spirits lift even higher as he gave her a wave. The breeze lifted loose strands of her hair across her smiling face, those gorgeous eyes pulling him in and making him forget about everyone else as he drew closer. He didn't think he would ever get tired of looking at her.

He knew she could be shy about public displays of affection, and he restrained himself, resisting the urge to wrap her up in his arms. So, it was a pleasant surprise when she stepped forward and slid her arms about his waist, pressing her head against him in a hug of greeting. It was soft, a tentative squeeze, but he instantly returned it, swallowing her up and holding her tight, savouring the softness of her and the delicate floral scent that wafted from her.

"This is the kind of greeting a man could get used to," he murmured into her hair. "You feel amazing."

She looked up at him, cheeks tinged with pink and her smile shy. "I missed you."

It had been a busy few days with school and Quidditch. MC had spent time with her Slytherin friends and took part in Crossed Wands, and their alone time had been sacrificed as a result. He had missed her too, more than he had expected to, and it felt good to know she had felt the same.

He led her further away from the others and tugged free his gloves so he could feel her skin when he touched her face. "I missed you too. Will you wait while I change? We can spend some time together."

She nodded, her smile almost teasing as she went up onto tiptoe and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "Don't take too long."

A surge of warmth swept through him, the ache for her sweet and hot at the touch of her lips. He promised to be swift and hurried off to take the fastest shower of his life, pulling on his clothes and quickly raking his fingers through his hair as he dashed for the door.

"Looks like Weasley is on a promise," Isaac laughed. The lads all began whooping and whistling as Oscar grinned and flicked his middle finger up at them, hurrying out into the chilly October air to meet with MC.

....*....

The urge to see Oscar had plagued MC's thoughts all morning throughout her classes. She needed to see his face and hear his voice, put her hands on him as something solid and real to ease the guilt that hung over her shoulders.

She had woken up flustered and hot, her dreams a hazy mix of hands and lips against her skin. However, the owner of these hands had not been Oscar. Shame had flooded her, had made her pull the blankets up over her head as though anyone who looked at her would know what her mind had conjured in the depths of sleep.

Last night, she had dreamed of Garreth. Garreth's hands touching skin usually hidden under her clothes, his lips teasing where they had no right to be, and her body responded with waves of heat so strong, a throbbing tingle still ached between her thighs when she awoke.

Trying to forget had been difficult, especially when she'd had to face the object of her dream in potions after lunch. Every smile he gave her made her cheeks burn, and she hurried from the class once it was done, her guilt washing over her as she decided to go and find Oscar. Hoping that by seeing him, it would wash away the images that kept sneaking into her thoughts.

Not even Poppy's worries had been able to distract MC today, and they were big worries indeed. Her fellow Hufflepuff was on edge over the worry about her parents being close by. MC had tried to reassure her but understood that this was not an easy situation.

As Oscar had approached her across the Quidditch pitch, her hands had reached for him, and she had pressed herself against his warmth, trying to erase the lingering effects of her dream. Enveloped in his scent, the strength of his arms holding her tight, MC had pushed against her guilt. She was with Oscar, she had chosen him. He was real, and those images of Garreth weren't. They were just dreams.

Making the most of the finer weather, they walked hand in hand to the lake, Oscar's hair damp and ruffled from his shower. The sun was beginning to sink low in the sky, beautiful streaks of orange and pink colouring the clouds behind the mountains, the temperature dropping as the shadows lengthened. MC moved closer towards Oscar, and he looked down at her, a smile teasing his lips.

"Are you cold?" He asked. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm about her, holding her against him. "I must say, I like this cuddly side of you."

MC snuggled in, her hand taking hold of his robe at his chest as they walked. "I'm just making the most of this time before we have to go back for dinner."

"Is that so?" He said, a grin spreading across his face as he glanced ahead and behind to see if anyone was watching. "Come on."

MC let him lead her into the trees, the shadows here darker and concealing as he backed her up against a trunk, lips seeking hers for a kiss. MC responded immediately, her hands sliding up to his neck, lips parting eagerly. Excitement bloomed in her chest, the warmth of his mouth welcome against the chill in the air.

What better way to wipe away the hazy images of dreams than to replace them with real life memories?

The slide of his tongue against hers stoked the flickers of fire within. The ache she had suppressed upon waking this morning was nudged into life, and she pressed herself against him, moaning softly into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, his hands on her face, his blue eyes searching hers. "Wow. I should make you miss me more often," he teased.

"No, don't do that," she said, shaking her head. She tugged him even closer. "Don't stop."

Their mouths met again, harder, the kiss deepening until both of them were trying to catch their breaths. Oscar's hands moved to her waist, sliding over her hips and back up, his knee sliding between her thighs as he pressed his pelvis against hers.

MC felt the ache between her thighs sharpen, her body calling out to his with a hunger that stole her breath. Her hands shook with it, this bold desire that swirled against her innocent nerves. She had no idea what to do with it, only that it felt good. It was real.

As Oscar's mouth moved to her neck, she slid her fingers into his damp hair, the strands cold but so soft. The heat of his kiss seared her skin, his hand tugging free the Gryffindor scarf she wore for him to expose more of her flesh. She let him, abandoning her shyness under the cover of the trees.

Then, he gripped her hips, holding her against him, his pelvis moving against her in a grind that left her gasping. She could feel it, the hardness of him, his desire for her, raw and very real. It rested against her hip, exotic and tempting. A thrill shot through her, fear and excitement, a curiosity that had her own hips rolling to meet his. A low moan left his mouth, his breath hot and fast at her throat.

"Gods, you drive me crazy." His voice was strained and breathless, low and thick with his need.

MC felt every thump of her heartbeat as his fingers dug into her backside, holding her tight against him, the rock of their hips scandalous. Every harsh breath, every grind of his hips, it sent her pulse to new levels, a haze descending over conscious thought as she lost herself in him.

She tugged at his hair, guiding his face up to hers so that she could kiss him again, mouths tangling in a messy kiss. The shadows had deepened, and her boldness increased, her lips moving to explore his cheeks, his nose, she tasted along his jaw, and finally, his neck. The scent of his soap filled her, combined with his own male scent as she licked, sucked and kissed.

She had never heard a man make such noises before. It surprised her how much it fanned the flames of her own lust, and she sucked at his skin even harder. She wanted to hear him make those sounds again as he continued to grind his arousal against her.

"Fuck, MC... " He was panting, gently trying to hold her back. "We need to stop."

"Why?" She whispered.

He held her face, halting his movements but still pressing her into the tree, his forehead leaning against hers. Their quickened breaths mingled, steaming in the rapidly cooling night air.

"Believe me, I don't want to," he said. "But we have to, before we go too far. I don't want to do this with you out here against a tree, not like this."

Slowly, realisation began to settle, the haze clearing a little as the quiet sounds of night filled her ears. The soft rustle of the turning leaves, the nearby wash of the lake, the odd scurry of an animal in the undergrowth. She met his gaze and could see the heat in his eyes despite the now near dark, and she nodded.

"You're right," she said, softly, her cheeks warm but in a pleasant way. She smiled, eyes curious. "Where would you like to do this kind of thing?"

His eyes widened. "I didn't think you were ready?"

"Well, no, not completely. Not for... you know," she said. She dipped her gaze, an awkward chuckle escaping her. "But, I can't deny how you make me feel. What just happened... it felt... good."

He smiled, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, his eyes intense on hers. "Really? Does that mean... what are you saying?"

She took a steadying breath. "I'm saying that I wouldn't mind spending more time alone with you. Like this."

Just saying the words, releasing them and the implications she had intended, made her heart pound harder in anticipation. Perhaps her dream had been telling her that she was ready. It was just confused who was supposed to be doing it.

At least, she thought so. What else could it have meant?

"If that's what you want, then I would love to spend time with you like this," Oscar said. He pressed a softer kiss to her mouth and then grinned. "Although, somewhere much more comfortable and warm."

She giggled, nodding, tucking her hands inside his robe to warm them. She pressed her palm against his chest and felt the thump of his own rapid heartbeat. His body wanted her. It thrummed with the same urgency that hers had climbed to.

"We can take it slow," he said quietly. Her eyes met his again, his gorgeous blue eyes. "We will only do what you feel comfortable with. But, believe me when I say, I want you. The need to touch you drives me crazy."

Slowly, her heart in her mouth, she took his hand that held her face and guided it downwards until it was near her breast. She trembled a little as she pressed his palm against her softness. She heard his soft intake of breath, and his eyes that had followed the movement now flew back to hers.

"MC... " He whispered her name, cautious, his hand pressed lightly against her robe.

"It's okay." She put her hand over his, moulding him over her curves, and he closed his eyes, his thumb caressing gently. Oscar's touch was warm, even through the layers of her clothes, and her skin tingled beneath, aching to feel his skin against hers. The intimacy did not scare her, especially since it had been her to place his hand there.

His kiss was softer, less demanding, but it still had the power to weaken her knees as it deepened once again. His hand continued to caress her over her clothes, and she found herself longing for the time when they could be alone and in the warm.

....*....

A chill wind whipped at Garreth's cloak as he walked the path back from Hogsmeade, hands in his pockets and his teeth worrying at his lower lip. He had spent his Saturday morning running errands for Pippin, but still no unicorn hair. The little that the potion shop had was far too valuable to give away at a discount, and so Garreth was left feeling rather frustrated.

That wasn't the only thing that bothered him. For the last few days, MC had been acting strange around him, avoiding his eyes and her cheeks turning pink if he smiled at her. She hadn't come to their usual study session yesterday, leaving him alone with Sebastian and Ominis, which was fine. He just missed her being there.

A sneaking suspicion tugged at him. He was now sure he had made an idiot of himself at the party in his common room. He wished he could remember what he had said to her, but his memory was still hazy over it, and he kicked himself for getting so drunk.

It didn't help that Oscar had been strutting around with the biggest grin on his face, his eyes following MC whenever they were in the same room. Garreth tried not to watch, but he had noticed that whenever they snuck in a kiss, Oscar's hands were now lower on her hips, their touches more intimate than before, and his guts twisted at the thought of what they did in private. There had even been what looked suspiciously like a hickey on Oscar's neck the other day.

Was she going to start pulling away from him after all? It was not a comforting thought in the slightest.

The soft swish of a broom sounded above him, and he looked up, surprised to see MC herself circling back around before swooping to land on the path in front of him.

"There you are!" She called brightly. She swung off her broom and adjusted her robes. "I've been looking for you. Leander said you might be walking back along here."

Garreth couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, hair wind swept and cheeks pink. She wore a green robe and dark brown trousers, Oscar's scarf around her neck, and high boots.

"What can I do for you?" He asked.

Her smile was bright and it made his heart lift. Perhaps she wasn't mad at him after all.

"Actually, it's what I can do for you," she said. She glanced up and down the path. "I'd rather not discuss it here, though. Fancy hopping on my broom with me?"

He eyed her broom floating beside her, his face warming at the thought of being that close to her. "Where are we going?"

She grinned and tapped the side of her nose. "It's a secret."

He returned her grin. "I'm ready when you are."

Garreth had partnered on a broom before, many times, mostly with his siblings and sometimes with Leander when they had first started to learn. This was different. Very different.

He sat behind MC, his arms about her waist, his thighs pressed around her hips. He tried not to lean against her too much, but as soon as she kicked off, the motion of the broom made his chest press against her back.

She was so soft and warm, and she smelled so lovely, the whole package making him fill with longing, his thoughts distracted as they flew over the clustered tree tops of the Forbidden Forest. It was like a carpet of gold and crimson below them, the leaves glorious in their autumn colours, delicate wafts of mist trailing through the shadows beneath the canopy.

The cold breeze tugged at their hair, strands escaping MC's braid tickling his face as he leaned to look over her shoulder. His fingers were splayed at her stomach, delicately gripping the fabric of her clothes.

"Where are we going?" He asked again into her ear.

She tilted her head slightly to call back to him. "It's a surprise!"

Warm flutters began in his stomach, and if he closed his eyes, perhaps he could pretend, just for a moment, that holding her like this could last forever. But all too soon, MC was slowing down, swooping gracefully towards an outcrop of rock nestled deep in the forest.

They landed, Garreth reluctant to let her go as they climbed off. "You're good at flying, MC."

She smiled, flicking her wand to put away the broom. "I have your brother to thank for that. He has been giving me tips."

Garreth nodded, some of the joy slipping from the moment at the mention of Oscar, a reminder that she sat like that with him on a broom too. He glanced around, the eerie silence of the forest only broken by the cold breeze.

"What brings us out here?" He asked. He moved to the edge of the rock to look at the murky dark below, signs of a steep path leading to the forest floor.

He heard her sigh, and he turned. She gave him a grave look. "There have been some reports of poachers in the area, and Poppy is concerned. I've come out here to check on a particular beast for her, and I wanted to bring you along so that you might be able to gather some ingredients for your energy potion idea."

"Which ingredients?" He asked, hope springing up inside him.

She stepped closer, her smile just gorgeous in the soft sunlight. "How would you like to meet some unicorns?"

He couldn't help it, he exclaimed in delight and threw his arms around her. She laughed and hugged him back. "Thank you!" He said.

"Don't thank me yet," she said. "We need to check all is well with them first, and hope that they are willing to shed some hair."

The trail was steep and littered with loose stones, and Garreth held on to MC as they carefully picked their way down to the forest floor, slipping and sliding as they went.

"How come you didn't just come here with Sebastian?" Garreth asked. "Adventuring is what you two do, isn't it?"

"It's your potion though," she said. "And anyway, we managed perfectly well without Sebastian the last time we were in the forest together. We just need to stick together, and keep a look out."

They wandered through the gloom for a while, the path sticky with mud in places, before they came to an area thick with undergrowth. MC slowed and urged him to duck down, taking his arm as they pressed through the foliage.

She held her finger to her lips and pulled him in close, the floral scent of her perfume filling his nose as she got him to peer through a gap in the bushes they were crouched in.

There in the clearing were four unicorns, their coats glossy and shimmering in the low light. Garreth stared, a sigh leaving his lips, his eyes wide with awe as he took in the soft silk of their manes and the regal shine of the their horns.

"Wow," he whispered.

"Beautiful, aren't they," MC whispered near his ear. He turned to her, surprised to see how close she was. Their eyes met, and she smiled, her eyes glittering in the darkness. "Would you like to get closer?"

His cheeks flamed, eyes widening as he stared, his gaze dropped to her mouth, and he swallowed hard. Was she serious? What about Oscar?

"What?" He squeaked.

"The unicorns," she said. "Would you like to get a closer look?"

He blinked, realisation crashing into him. He put his hand to his forehead and winced. "Oh, right. Of course," he mumbled. "Yes, I would love to."

"Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and slowly leading him out into the clearing. "Move slowly and quietly. Follow my lead. They know me."

Garreth was almost holding his breath as they stepped carefully into the clearing. MC made soft, soothing sounds as they approached a rather lovely white unicorn, her hand held out towards it with some kind of treat in her palm. The unicorn stilled, eyeing them, nose delicately sniffling.

MC paused and spoke softly, and Garreth found himself watching her rather than the magnificent beast they were trying to coax. How did she make everything look so special? She looked so lovely, so delicate and beautiful, and yet her bravery and determination shone in her eyes. How he wished she had been sorted into Gryffindor so that he could spend even more time in her presence, he thought she would make a great addition to his house.

The unicorn did indeed seem to know her, stepping up to nuzzle MC's hand and take the treat. MC smiled, softly praising the unicorn before giving it an affectionate scratch along its nose.

"I want you to meet a friend of mine, Daisy," MC said softly. "He really wants to meet you."

MC urged Garreth closer, and he swallowed hard as she lifted his hand up and placed it next to hers against the unicorns nose. The unicorn gently nudged against them both, and Garreth chuckled quietly.

Slowly, he began to stroke the smooth fur, his nerves dissipating as he gazed into the eye of the beast. "This is amazing," he whispered. He turned to smile at MC. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said warmly. She placed the treats in his other hand. "Here, a little distraction while I harvest for you."

Garreth took the treats, Daisy immediately snuffling to see what he had, and MC took a brush from her pocket and began to stroke it through her silky mane. Soft strands of hair gathered in the bristles, and Garreth felt his chest contract with something that was almost painful as he watched.

In that moment, he thought he might very well love MC. The thought spiralled, filling his chest and making flutters erupt in his belly.

She was here to make sure these beautiful beasts were safe from poachers, and yet she had thought to bring him along, took the time to remember that he wanted the hair for his silly side project. Nothing was ever too much for her when it came to thinking of others.

"MC... " He began. He had no idea what words were going to spill from his lips, probably something foolish that would have ruined this moment, but it seemed the moment was doomed anyway.

The flash of a spell shot through the clearing, startling the unicorns and crackling as it scorched the ground near MC's feet. She cried out and stumbled back, just catching herself before she fell to the dirt of the forest floor. Garreth saw poachers appearing from the undergrowth, wooden masks covering the top half of their faces.

MC had her wand out already and he fumbled for his, the unicorn treats spilling to the ground as the beasts let out a whinny of panic and ran from the clearing.

"You!" A tall poacher in a leather coat stalked towards MC. "I should have known we'd come across you again."

MC's face was as hard as stone as she beckoned Garreth to move closer. "Get behind me," she muttered.

He did so, wand out, but no idea how to deal with the number of poachers moving to circle them without getting hurt in the process. "What do we do?" He asked.

"Stay close to me," she murmured quietly. "Get ready to duck, hold my robe, and whatever you do, don't let go."

"Um, okay?" He gulped.

"I mean it, Garreth. No matter what happens, stay close to me."

Her voice didn't even shake. Not once.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished Sebastian had been the one to come with her because he didn't have much faith in himself to protect her if this went bad. He wanted to. His whole body was tingling with the desire to wrap her up and whisk her to safety.

"I can Apparate," he said. "My father taught me."

She shook her head. "If we leave, they will take the unicorns. We have to stop them."

His eyes bulged. "We do? How?"

"Just trust me," she said.

The poachers began to advance, and their wands trained on him and MC. He felt the first beads of sweat begin to gather on the nape of his neck, but he wasn't even hot. In fact, he was cold. He grabbed the back of MC's robes as she had told him, his fingers shaking as he stared around the clearing.

"Expelliarmus!"

As the poacher cast towards MC, he felt her tense up, her arm flourishing as a huge dome appeared over the top of them. The disarming spell rebounded, along with several other spells that erupted from the other poachers only to bounce off the protection MC had thrown up.

"Fuck," he whined. He gripped her robes harder, hating that he wasn't better at this kind of thing. Oscar had always been better at duelling. Garreth was handier with his fists, or even better, give him a cauldron and some herbs and he could whip up something for you. But this?

"Hold on!" MC cried out.

Garreth stared, mouth agape as she appeared to reach for the sky with her wand. A blast of blue and white shot upwards and spread like lightning through the canopy of the trees. The poachers all flinched back, shouting at each other.

"I told you this bitch was dangerous," one of them spat.

MC was shaking with the effort of her spell, the blue and white light now crackling downwards to surround her, her body appearing as though lit with cold fire. Garreth thought about letting her go, the sparks beginning to surround him too, but she had told him to hang on no matter what.

She screamed, a hoarse cry that burst from her mouth, and her magic bloomed outwards in a rolling wave, the lightning bolts hitting the poachers and making them jerk in some kind of horrifying dance.

MC shook, her wand stretched out towards the ring leader as she cast a huge blast of blue and white towards them. The ring leader exploded in a blinding flash of light, sparks flickering outwards before dying off in the gloom. The rest of the poachers were slowly growing still, their bodies crumbling to the dirt in heaps around them as the last sizzle of her huge spell dissipated.

Silence descended over the clearing, the unicorns long gone, MC stood there, panting and staring at the spot where the ring leader had once stood. The tip of her wand was still glowing blue, and when she slowly turned to face him, he was shocked to see flickers of that blue in the depths of her eyes.

He couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot, his fingers in some kind of death grip on the back of her robe. He was so close to her that he could smell the smoke and heat of her magic. He realised he was scared. Scared of her. She had been terrifying in her power and yet so beautiful.

The magic faded from her eyes, and they began to shine with tears. She shook her head, her arms lowering to hang at her sides.

"Please, don't look at me like that," she said softly. She sounded sad, broken even.

"Like what?" His own voice was raspy, cracked.

"Like you are scared of me, like... like you don't even know me."

Garreth tried to swallow and almost choked on his own saliva, or lack of it, as his eyes swept around the clearing. Bodies. Everywhere. At her hand. The ring leader obliterated to mere dust.

"Are they all...?" He had to be sure.

"Yes," she said, her voice small. "They are dead."

He stared at her. No, he didnt know her. Not this side of her at least. He was still clinging to her robe but he couldn't let go. He tried to say something, but only a whimper came out.

"Garreth," she pleaded. Her hand reached for him and he flinched.

He couldn't stand the flare of pain on her face at his reaction, he wanted to take it back, but all he could do was stand there staring at her.

The tears welled up even more in her eyes, and one escaped, sliding over her cheek. She looked down, swiping it away. "This is why I never tell anyone what happened last year, why I keep my mouth shut and hide my magic away," she said. "I know what it does, what I am capable of, but sometimes I have to use it. We would both be dead now if I hadn't."

"You... " He gulped, his eyes trying not to look at the dead. "You've killed before."

She sighed, shoulders slumped, and face resigned as she nodded. Her gaze met his, her eyes pained but honest. "Many times," she said.

He remembered the foraging trip, how brave he had thought she was for fighting against dark wizards after their chat about it. She didn't look very brave right now, pale and tear streaked, her eyes filled with pain. She looked small, despite the terrifying power she had just unleashed with seemingly little effort.

"Sebastian... does he...?" He asked. He felt sick, his stomach turning over at the thought of them doing this kind of thing together.

Her face hardened. "He knows, yes. He has seen what you just witnessed."

Garreth nodded, although that was not what he had meant. He wondered if Sebastian was capable of killing as well, and something told him that he absolutely was. No wonder they were so damn close. They had horrific secrets to harbour.

Just moments ago, he had thought her suitable to be sorted into Gryffindor, but now he wondered if maybe Slytherin would have been more apt.

"I... I need a moment," Garreth said. He took a step, his legs shaky, and came to a halt when his hand pulled at her robes. He looked down and slowly forced his hand to let go.

MC reached out and grabbed his wrist, her eyes still pained as they stared at each other.

"Don't go too far, there might be more of them," she warned.

His lips trembled. "Will you kill them too?"

She flinched and let him go. "Garreth, please."

"What? Forget about it? Is that what you want me to do?" He asked, his voice strained. "You just slaughtered a whole group of poachers in one hit. You. The girl who sits next to me in potions with the cute smile and a big heart. You're... you're a killer, MC! I just... I can't..."

Horrified tears stung his eyes, and he had to turn away. His feet began to move, and once he had started, he couldn't stop. He began to run. His feet hit the dirt path as he ran through the forest with no idea where he was going.

To be continued...

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley #oscar weasley #oscar weasley x mc #blueraineshadows

[trollex-is-gay]

Been trying to make my trollsona for a while now but I keep flip-flopping on what I want them to be. The only thing I *do* know is that I want them to have been raised in the country village bc I grew up listening to almost exclusively country music, and I think a lot of my songs fall into the pop category so I've considered that pretty heavily. I've debated on country/pop but I REALLY like the design of the techno trolls and I would kill to be a mermaid. Ideas: -Country/pop troll (like a unicorn centaur? all glittery and colorful but dabbles more in country than pop) who was raised amongst country trolls. -Pop/Techno hybrid that sort of operates on MLP hypogriff rules (aka they can switch between a land and sea form at will) but was raised in the country village. -Straight up techno troll that was raised country and honestly really doesn't like techno all that much when they hear it, but vibes with pop pretty good.

#trolls #trollstopia #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls world tour #Please helpb....i've been stuck on this for years now

[poisonsage808]

Clover with Sandor? Also idk if you played dragon age but i feel like Sandor would be totally anti mage lol.

♡ Clover ♡

hello friend! i don’t know dragon age well enough to base this off that so it’s just a generic magic!au :3

• Westeros has different creatures all over the Seven Kingdoms. Different regions breed different creatures. Gryffins in The Vale, Stone Trolls in The Stormlands, Selkies in The North, Minotaurs in Dorne— even Centaurs roam Essos. And House Clegane is built off the bones of those monsters

• Sandor Clegane, like his brother and father and grandfather, is a hunter. He took bounties, killed whatever creature was unlucky enough to be spotted too close to town. It was no different from killing regular animals for meat, for blankets, for weaponry or armor. You were supposed to be no different too

• He set traps for you— whatever you were. Not one bloody soul from the village you apparently stole from had seen you, so he was wary about just what kind of creature he was working with

• You hung upside down from a tree, your ankle snared and bleeding from the wire. Sandor never felt bad about hurting monsters, he wasn’t about to start now. No matter how hard your watery eyes tugged at his rib cage oddly

• The moment Sandor stepped too close, a burst of.. something shot out of your outstretched hands and blasted him back into the bushes. By the time he sat up, you were darting the opposite way

• The Hound didn’t like being bested, he didn’t want to face Gregor’s wrath when he came home empty handed. He couldn’t go back without a prize, but the longer he stalked you the more he was curious about you. He’d never seen anything like you before in his life, not with his own two eyes and never in any book

• You never allowed him too close but a smile came to your face when you noticed him now. It was a game of cat and mouse. Sandor soon found himself smirking right before he ran to chase you again

#game of thrones imagine #x reader #sandor clegane x reader #game of thrones #imagine #sandor the hound clegane #ask stuff #poiboidrabbles #sandor clegane #magic!au #alternate universe #headcannons

[ennoshitas-princess]

The Beautiful Rose

Tobio Kageyama x chubby fem! reader Warnings: Oikawa being forceful to be with you, some swearing, centaur Kageyama, violent scene Synopsis: you are the girl everyone wants to be, and you catch the eye of the king of the court Word Count: 1,612 Hopefully you like it!! This has no spoilers really. Fantasy au (inspo beauty and the beast). Don't read if you don't like violence or triggered with gun shots.

You strolled along the dirt path of the village to go to the market in the little town to get things for your mother and brother.

A shade of a pretty pastel cerulean hovered above everyone's head. The emerald blanket soaked with the morning dew. The light magenta petals of the cherry trees fell like snow in the bleak winter months. The rays warming up the ground below, caused cats and dogs to shut their eyelids tight and take a longer nap.

Basket in hand, you continued to admire your surroundings of the vast beauty of nature.

“Bonjour, monsieur.” You wave to the owner of the stand, filling your nostrils with the sweet aroma of baked goods.

“Bonjour, belle demoiselle.” He replied back.

“What do you have to offer today?” You looked at all the items, making you drool.

You could not help yourself. Just a regular habit you had that continued to occur since you were small. The thought of eating one of these delicious delights, had you wanting to buy the whole stand.

“We have bagels, cookies, baguettes, loafs of bread, and cake.” He pointed them out.

“I will take these and the baguettes.” Your hand hovered over the cookies.

“Ah, your sweet tooth demoiselle, non?”

“Oui, monsieur!”

“À plus tard!” You wave to the baker.

“Salut!”

You walk off to bump into none other than the throb of the town, Touru Oikawa.

With a sigh, you shift to your left to continue with your errands, but stopped by him moving to his right to block. You move the other direction, and he does the same thing.

“Hey umm… Oikawa-”

“Please y/n, you know we are meant to be. Call me by my first name.” He pulled you close to his lean body.

“Look Oikawa, I cannot figure out any other way to express this. I do not like you romantically at all.” You bluntly shove him away.

His blood boiled at the remark, not knowing how much you mean to him. If he got with you, everyone in the village would be jealous about your relationship. Making him look greater and grander, even more than Alexander building one of the biggest empires in history in a short amount of time.

“Look y/n, you know how much-”

Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, you left him rambling to himself. In embarrassment, he stormed off, yelling, “well y/n, we all know you hang out with a monster.”

Oikawa, being himself, just let you be.

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Well, Oikawa wasn't wrong about what he said earlier that day. Everyone viewed him as one, but you saw his flaws as beautiful pieces of artwork in a mural in an art museum.

You go over to the forest to visit your friend, Tobio Kageyama. The hut just beneath all the dead trees, just decaying and bald. Flowers on the sidelines wilted from the lack of sunshine. The straw roof had a massive hole. So whenever it rained, poor Kageyama’s house got soaked.

You knock at the almost deteriorated wooden door. Just with your subtle touch, the door fell on the creaking floor with a thud, spooking the horned centaur.

Dashing towards the door, he saw your plump figure at the entrance.

“Oh, it's just you y/n.” He sighed.

“Yes, it's just me, Tobio. Look, I went to the market and got some things for you to eat. I got cookies, bread, some fresh produce, and guess what I brought?” You give him the basket.

“What did you bring for me?” He reached for it, his hand brushing against your soft tiny one.

Pulling the cold item out, he smiled.

“Y/n, you brought milk!” He shouted with joy.

“Of course I did. When you are happy, I am happy.”

The centaur picked you up and spun you around twice, hugging your soft curves. You were a cute plush for him of course. If someone bad happened to you, he would find a way to save or protect you.

You strolled along the river bed calmly, as the birds sang their song peacefully. The flow of the river brought some type of relief from Oikawa’s six hundredth proposal.

As you walk, you spot a rock to rest on. When you sat down, you heard a lot of rustling in the bushes. Frightened, you got up and started to run away.

“Wait, don't run… I didn't mean to scare you. Of course someone as pretty and kind hearted as you would rush back home.” A male voice sounded disappointed.

You inch towards the male slowly, awaiting to be attacked. When you look at the man closer, you see him hiding behind the shrubs.

“Umm… how dumb of me. I should introduce myself. My name is Kageyama, Kageyama Tobio. What is yours?” He still hid.

“Nice to meet you, mine is l/n y/n.” You tell him as you go where he hid.

“That is a pretty name for a pretty lady like you. I mean, well you are just pretty because you are a human- shit!” He snapped.

“Wait, come out of the bushes. I am curious about what you meant about me being a human. Are you one?” You raise a brow.

Clopping towards where you stood, you soon begin to realize he was not a human. He came out being a centaur. The thought of you running away came across poor Kageyama's mind, but surprised that you stayed in place, examining him closely with shining e/c eyes.

“You seem very fascinating! How did you-”Before you could finish that question, he replied with all honesty.

“I was put under a spell because of how I used to treat others in my village when I was king. I ran away and now, no one is ruling my kingdom.” He rubbed the back of his head.

You stare into his ocean eyes for a long time. Just as you were in a trance, he too was in one. Charmed by your squishy body, not knowing what to say or do, he randomly said, “wanna be friends?!?”

You break eye contact, blushing, “yeah!”

You two walked inside of his cottage to snack on the little treats.

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As you finished your snacks, a rustle in the bushes could be heard by Kageyama. He galloped towards the shrubs.

“Bam, bam, bam!”

You heard the gunshots from inside. Rushing out of your seat, you saw Kageyama on the dirt ground, breathing heavily. You turn your head up slowly from the centaur, only to meet up with brown eyes.

“Oikawa! Why would you shoot him?” You ran towards him and wept.

“I only did it for you, y/n. I bet he had you captured and under some mind game of his, only to keep you from me.” He reached for your arm, only for you to shake it off aggressively.

“I don't like you! As a matter of fact, I hate you!” You scowl at him.“I did it all for-”

“I don't care! I want you to leave me alone. I don't want you near me in any way. I am in love with him and you think I will love you after shooting him?” Your voice boomed throughout the forest.

Oikawa's mouth formed a small circle, opened from the news you gave to him. He couldn't believe that you loved a monster like Kageyama, but not love someone as handsome as he is. Scoffing, he turned his tracks to the road to the village, stomping his way back.

“Y-you love m-m-me?” Kageyama's soft voice spoke.

You look down at him from where you knelt down, just terrified of what could happen to him in the next minute.

“Kageyama, no matter what happens, I will never forget you, alright?” Your soft hand caressed his cheek.

“Pl-please don't tell m-me I am g-going to d-die?” He stumbled with his words.

“No, no. I am not saying that. If you happen to never return to your human form, I will still love you.” A tear rolled of your cheek like dew in the morning.

Kageyama suddenly closed his eyes and his breathing stopped. Waterfalls fell from your eyes as you saw your dear friend go limp in your arms, not holding himself up anymore. You wanted to go off in the village and get revenge with all the bitterness in your mouth, but something in your heart told you not to.

You closed your eyelids and felt some warmth in your hands. Opening them slowly, you saw him glittering proudly like a star in the night sky. You could have sworn that you were dreaming, but you pinch yourself only to realize you were wide awake.

He levitated in the air like a bird flying towards the glowing sun that warmed the ground. His torso turned back. His feet bare instead of hooves. His tail disappeared. Only the figure of Kageyama laid on the ground, fluttering his sapphire eyes open.“L-l/n-san?”

“Kageyama, you are alive and in your human form!” You hugged him tightly.

He glanced at himself up and down to see that you were right. He got up and spun you around like always.

“Yes, I am back to myself. L/n-san I simply adore you too!” He smashed his lips into yours.

Flushing in all the hues that existed, you did not hesitate one single but to kiss him back.

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As soon as your brother and mother moved into the palace, you and Kageyama got married. Weeks later, Oikawa got sentenced for trying to kill the king. Let's just say Oikawa could never look as handsome as he wanted anymore.

A/n: hey guys!! Thank you for reading another of my posts ☺️ hope you are having a good day!!

Hopefully you enjoyed!!

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #reader x character #haikyuu x reader #one shots #female reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kageyama tobio #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu au #fantasy au #hq #hq fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu kageyama #tobio kageyama #tobio x reader #chubby reader #kageyama x chubby reader

[best-anime-tournament]

Here is the list of all the participating anime you proposed so far:

Komodo no Omocha

One Piece

A Centaur's Life

OreImo

Sword Art Online

Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon

Dr. Rin ni Kiitemite!

Babylon

Mirai Nikki - Future Diary

Ouran High School Host Club

Hetalia

One Punch Man

Assassin's Pride

Kirby: Right Back at Ya!

Eiken

Samurai Jam Bakumatsu Rock

Akame ga Kill!

Clannad

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle - Rhyme Anima

Hachi-nan tte, Sore wa Nai deshou!

The Seven Deadly Sins

Redo of Healer

Skelter Heaven

In Another World With My Smartphone

Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wander the Dungeon

Kämpfer

Diabolik Lovers

Handyman Saitou in Another World

Bakuon!!

Valkyrie Drive: Mermaid

Hajimete no Gal

Masamune-kun no Revenge

K

Handa-kun

A Sister's All You Need

Uncle from Another World

Kakegurui

Black Butler II

Puraore! Pride of Orange

The Strongest Sage with the Weakest Crest

Record of Ragnarok

Shuffle!

Working!!

7 Seeds

Gosick

School Days

Shinkon Gattai Godannar!!

So I'm a Spider, So What?

The Lost Village

Death Note

Berserk (2016)

The God of High School

The Promised Neverland 2nd Season

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

My Life as Inukai-san's Dog

Ex-Arm

Goblin Slayer

Ro-Kyu-Bu! SS

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

Hand Shakers

Agent AIKa

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Joker Game

Attack on Titan

Dangaronpa: The Animation

My Hero Academia

Naruto

The Marginal Service

Bungou Stray Dogs

Happy Sugar Life

Conception

Naruto Shippuden

Vampire Knight

Yuri!!! on Ice

The submissions are still open, keep sending proposals!

Every time there are new requests, I will update the list.

I wanted to remind you that if you don't include in submissions the reason why you think the anime is bad, the request will be rejected. Don't write as a reason that you hate the anime, because I won't accept the submission.

To the user who submitted Boku no Pico, the request wasn't accepted. As I wrote a few days ago, hentai anime cannot participate.

#worst #anime #tournament #submissions

[linklore]

PLEASE tell us about cricket that name is so cool

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS BUT OH MY GOODNESS I WOULD LOVE TO I ADORE MY BOY

fair warning, this is going to be very long, but i will absolutely talk about cricket

he's part of a world me and my friend have called the brambleverse! character dissertation contained below and sketch included just for u!

cricket is a centaur bard from the plains of the world, currently living in a forest town called mistclaw where he's the mail delivery boy and plays music in the tavern section of the inn for town residents and visitors alike! his best friend in the whole world is a little felvine named thorn, her and her two brothers (bristle and thistle) are bramble's kits

he has a menagerie of instruments (lute and lyre, mainly, as well as a panflute, ocarina, and most likely more), he sometimes gives a bitchass wizard music lessons, and absolutely loves tea. he's got special pockets in his normal everyday outfit where he'll collect little pieces of nature (pretty flowers, herbs, occasionally perhaps a cool rock) to leave at any temples he might encounter in the woods left abandoned long ago

he absolutely loves exploring anywhere he has the opportunity to; the forest, along the tabby-tail river, nearby villages, and even havengleam, the huge capital city where the queen resides. he visits the library there to do his own reading (mostly about old music he can learn and either regale people with as is or convert to the current era/change in his own way) and to exchange books people in mistclaw want or need to return

thank you so so much for asking about him it made my day!! i love my little man so much.

cricket misses the nomadic life of his old centaur herd a lot, and is kind of torn between both lives that he loves, but his aunt silene (not blood related) sending him letters and visiting him every once in a while when the herd is close enough makes him feel better :]

#link's lore #brambleverse #postal service

[twsted-kinks]

TWST Monster AU Ideas (NSFW)

>ageless and minors dni<

IDK if I'm gonna do an AU where NRC is just filled with non-humans and MC is the only human or have a completely different setting where it's basically fantasy village filled with the TWST boys but monsters. For beastmen basically just give them animal heads and like... Fantasy beastfolk. Same with mers they're basically the same but more monster features.

Either way I want thoughts on what monsters each guy would be

Riddle - Centaur- based off competitive/show horse

Ace - Satyr (maybe make shortstack for size diff)

Deuce - Rabbitfolk/half rabbitfolk? (Shortstack?)

Cater - Slime/ooze (Can do the duplication spell but not because he just splits himself)

Trey - Minotaur

Leona - Lionfolk/Leonin

Ruggie - Hyenafolk/Gnoll

Jack - Wolffolk/worgen

Azul - Octomer but big/kraken?

Jade & Floyd - Eel mer but more monsterous (more teeth and creepier)

Kalim - Harpy (parrot or bird of paradise based)

Jamil - Naga (definitely keeping the hypnotism)

Vil - Incubus ;)

Rook - Bugbear/firbolg/troll idk something big with a tail and some tusks mayhaps

Epel - fairy/pixie (even more size difference)

Idia - Ghost

Malleus - Dragon (basically the same but humanoid form is glamour and still he has lots of scales and his tail and wings and of course horns)

Lilia - Bat monster (basically giant bat with some human-like features)

Silver - Centaur (based off work/war horse)

Sebek - Lizardfolk/Drake/Dragonborn/maybe kobold? (for size difference)

Neige - Angel

Che’nya - Catfolk/Tabaxi

Dire Crowley - Crow harpy

Divus Crewel - Human? Maybe breeds monsters like monster husbandry.

Mozus Trein - Human? Maybe also a monster fucker so monster fucker mentor? Or just the friend that judges your taste.

Ashton Vargas - Chimera/Manticore (looking like Beast)

Sam - Undead? Ghoul/zombie? A friend from the other side?

Please reply or send me an ask with your thoughts!

#twst smut #twst writings #twst thots #twst monster au #twst monsterfucking

[dude1818]

The Dragon’s School is on Top of the Mountain

As a quick breather while we wait for the finale of Dungeon Meshi, I read Ryoko Kui’s short story collection, The Dragon's School is on Top of the Mountain, and it was incredible

The first few short stories are all nominally the same story. The beast-lord in the mountain is terrorizing the local villages and a destined hero slays it to save the people. Except each of the stories is told from a different perspective in a different genre, and the themes plays out so completely different. The first one is the most traditional fantasy of them, with the weary hero returning. But killing the beast-king hasn’t stopped the monsters that ravage the people’s crops, and the human kingdoms go back to war. Killing the boss doesn’t do anything for systematic violence. The second story is a minstrel’s tale, and reframes the whole thing as a Beauty and the Beast situation, turning it into a tragedy when the hero slays him. The third story is some time after the beast is slain, with the local kingdom trying to reclaim his massive castle and land. The hero is depressed and sick of humanity for not supporting him in the fight and letting his friends get killed, and the inhabitants of the castle begin to succumb. But eventually he’s forced to reveal there’s a wellspring of hope beneath the castle, and they have to deal with rebuilding anyway. The final one is the wackiest, where it turns out the beast-lord and monsters were from a terraforming machine gifted to humanity by aliens, but humanity quickly became dependent on the machine and had to learn to live on their own again. None of these versions can really be canon with each other, but it was fascinating to explore the same thing four different ways

The fifth story was its own thing. A poor village is trying find a spirit to watch over them and bring them prosperity, so the village elders take a local boy and try to woo some goddesses. Featuring the choicest examples of Kui’s knack for drawing women as the goddesses, this story is more light-hearted than the previous ones: the characters keep getting in over their heads with the various goddesses, like the lake spirit who is actually the whole lake. It ends with a reveal that the village actually had a guardian spirit the whole time, and while it ends with the village getting the recovery they wished for, it actually ended up being quite bittersweet

The next three stories were very cool explorations of speculative biology, with killer undertones of exploring heavy real topics: disability, discrimination, and environmentalism. This section has the most similar vibes to Dungeon Meshi. These all take place in modern Japan with one fantastical element added. The first is about centaurs living among humans. It cuts back and forth between 4-koma gags of a human man living with his centaur wife, and a serial story of human discrimination in the workforce leading to a political movement to suppress centaur rights. The second is about a girl with angel wings trying to decide if she should go to a special school in America to train to use them as an adult. Her parents and classmates keep pressuring to take that opportunity, but she wants to stay in Japan with the boy she likes and she doesn’t even enjoy flying anyway. At first he tries to support her by telling her that she should only do what she wants to do, but in the end even he says it would be a waste not to use her wings. The third one is about the titular dragon’s school, which is actually a normal university that focuses on the study of dragons: physiology and habitats, dragon flight certification, and veterinary medicine. There are many species of dragon and they’re generally endangered, with dwindling public support for their preservation. Most of the uses for dragons went away with the Industrial Revolution, so the question is whether it’s worth preserving those animals that no longer materially benefit humanity? Fascinating way to end the book

Except there’s one more story, which is a bit of letdown after all that. A group of NEETs are brought in for a human psychology experiment where they all have to live in a house together for a month. Overtime, the more productive members get mysteriously culled from the experiment, only for it all to turn out to be a rehabilitation project. It was interesting, but not on the same level as Kui’s fantasy work

#dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #kui ryoko #the dragon's school is on top of the mountain #fantasy #the girl in the angel story was also the spitting image of young Falin #book review #kinda

[claire-starsword]

gaze upon this picture. i have been gazing upon this picture for a good time now. It's in the encyclopedia's page for Fairy Woods, and offers us the neat trivia that this house, right next to the inn, is Elric's house, and that this old lady is his mom. Sweet, right? I thought it was a nice fact to learn, I almost shared it here as soon as I translated because it's very nice. I even had a whole discussion ready as to how she doesn't have an elf sprite but that's okay since this game seems to be limited in NPC sprites and implies some of the seemingly human NPCs are not actually human. I had this whole thing in my mind.

What I didn't have in mind is a working memory. This woman is not from the final version of the game.

In the final version, she uses the actual elf villager sprite, which is used very sparingly, only here and in Tristan. So I guess for once they actually had the time to make a sprite of the proper species.

The odd thing however is, the encyclopedia's text refers to her as an elderly woman, which, feels more adequate for the previous sprite, with actual grey hair. I initially assumed this one to be too young to even call an adult, but looking closely it seems heavily based on Mitula's sprite actually, so it's valid actually. And given that many indicators of old age don't really come across in a tiny sprite, we can extrapolate a bit if we want an older lady.

(and before anyone starts on the topic of "but should elves look old??? Look at Tyrin. They certainly can at least. Also I want them to)

so yeah, i initially made this post to be all "boo they robbed me of an old elf lady", and i do think they could have make a sprite for this specifically, as I said this elf sprite is hardly ever used again besides this spot, so it is a case of not caring of badly organizing the sprite process (why does the pacalon princess has a whole unique sprite??? why is it better than the playable centaur sprites??? woman has two lines and they're optional). But, that was very pathetic of me. We can take our dreams into our own hands. With enough effort, we can have as many old elf ladies as we want.

Baby boy is not living down the harpy snack reputation any time soon

#shining series #shining force 2 #shining force 2 encyclopedia #sf2 elric polnaref #good lord elric you've never been tagged in this blog. you irrelevant little boy #it's okay though i love you because of this post now #sfoc elric's two moms #i don't feel like naming then now #but really the pacalon princess thing makes me so mad like. that's precious rom space #there are child pacalon npcs having to make do with the standard female sprite #you could have given me child centaurs. unarmored civilian centaurs #why is this random woman here???? #and why did you make the standard female centaur armored if thERE NOT A SINGLE ONE IN THE ACTUAL CASTLE #this series was fucking born with a female knight right there why did you do this now

[buckets-and-trees]

Happy Anniversary, Aspen! I’m so happy you joined tumblr and I have this opportunity to interact with you and read your wonderful stories 🥰🩵 now, can I please have a Truth for Sacrificial? That fic haunts me to this day 🥴 how did you come up with a Minotaur? What inspired you? Would you ever consider a sequel 👀

First, thank you for the ask, Suz! I'm kind of in love with you asking because, Sacrificial definitely has a story!

I'd been up at my parents' house for dinner and games for my mom's birthday, and I was fueling up gas for my drive home of about an hour. I was scrolling through probably tumblr, I'm pretty sure, and came across this:

AND WHEN I TELL YOU

THAT HIT ME IN THAT MOMENT SO HARD

AND I JUST

LIKE

I WAS OVERRUN WITH THE THIRST, AND I NEEDED TO SCREAM AT SOMEONE I KNEW WOULD JUST UNDERSTAND/GET THAT

AND SO I SCREAMED @rookthorne

AND SHE SCREAMED BACK

Like. Literally.

Content Warning: I'm going to share some of that now under the cut, and then as I kinda go into detail over the inception of this smutty story, keep that in mind and scroll past if terato/monster fucking is not your thing.

I have removed ... haha ... some of the dialogue to protect the innocent (haha, we're not innocent, but...yeah), but I'm keeping the development:

Aspen: The way, I just want a giant monster to devour me carnally Aspen: Not too particular about what kind of monster or demon Lana: fucking amen Aspen: It’s fine Aspen: Maybe my first week of Hot Bucky Summer with lingerie needs to be a human sacrifice for some demon or monster… or maybe a centaur Bucky with a wood nymph… Lana: oh - size kink go brrrrr Aspen: or maybe Minotaur Bucky Lana: I dunno both are fucking divine Aspen: I feel like a centaur would be more charming, but logistically not as fun to write for the sex Aspen: Minotaur who initially seems terrifying, and or repulsive, but because of the way, he fucks you, and whispers the most, will be possessive things in your ear… You end up, letting him willingly ruin you Lana: THIS IS KILLING ME

And then Lana DID figure out some very nice logistics for the Centaur sex situation, so then I was really about half and half. But then as my mind continued to spin possibilities, this thought hit me…

Aspen: Minotaur Bucky is it going to fuck the reader's throat Lana: OOF FUCK Lana: okay Aspen: I just feel like that’s definitely what he would do. Especially if she has been given up as a sacrifice from the nearby townsfolk of the village. Lives up to the expectations of terror… But then it turns out he’s going to treat her so well in the end Lana: "You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself." Lana: OKAY WE WENT EITHER WAY THERE Lana: OOF Lana: MAYBE Lana: maybe he is brutish in the beginning... because he knows the villagers are watching 👀 Lana: cos they wanna make sure he takes to her [editorial clarification: they’re watching because they want to make sure he takes to reader as the sacrificial lamb] Lana: I am sorry I took that and ran with it 🤣🤣 Aspen: No, this is true, where my brain is going to… Perception of a brutal fucking monster who is terrifying to everyone so that no one bothers him and the reader that he takes away. Aspen: He will still be rough and brutal with her because he’s a monster, but he will also worship her in private and the aftercare for his pet/mate is ELITE.

So by the time I had an hour to think about the story, I knew most of what I wanted. It was the last ten minutes of the drive when I started to think okay...who is this reader and when and where is this happening? I needed her to have reason to have been even on the radar and able to have this happen, and I didn't want her to just be a pushover, and so that idea of her being a research scientist - a botanist, especially - who would have applied for a grant/fellowship? And the town could vet for a candidate that they thought would be perfect for their ritualistic sacrifice to the terrifying Minotaur to keep their village safe?

BECAUSE I CAN RARELY BUILD A PORN WITHOUT A PLOT TO GO ALONG WITH IT

I mean... I cold do it...

I could...

BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?!

Okay, so back to that night.

I did a little research for geography. I had this idea that I wanted it to be in South America because of the wilderness/mystery that's still a reality with the Amazon, but even though I was going to write about a MINOTAUR AND THAT'S DEFINITELY A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, I wanted to be true to the lore for the kind of places you could/would find a minotaur. If I'm going to write fiction, I don't want there to be something that gives my readers qualms for suspending the disbelief that I need them to suspend in order to go on the rest of the journey with me. And...because I did the theoretical work, here's more than anyone really wanted to know when Suz asked this:

Exhibit A is from Wikipedia discussing areas of the world that have a "Mediterranean Climate" outside of the Mediterranean - since Minotaurs originate from Greece, I felt like this was the plausible logic to apply.

Here's a map of the Amazon Rainforest.

Here is the tiny speck where it could overlap in Colombia and an EVEN TINIER SPECK that sort of corresponds on the border of Colombia and Ecuador. Since it's probably not at all advisable for a single female to travel to Colombia or Venezuela, but maybe Ecuador would be reasonable, imagine that's where we are.

Once I had that sorted, I was READY TO GO, and....basically wrote on and off, staying up all night, from 11pm to I think 7:30am I posted it?

Now.

Final question: would I ever consider a sequel?

Absolutely. There are pieces in the story that I knew I was weaving in that I had ideas about that were intriguing to me to explore later. Like... more about Minotaur!Bucky's history. Why is he there? What's up with his hold over the village? How did they come to this arrangement, and what exactly are the parameters - our reader has literally only been read in on only what they couldn't keep from her, so there's A LOT there. Some of it I definitely already had notes on from the night of inception, but there were things I also left open so that it would be mysterious and fun for me to explore later.

OKAY.

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.

IF ONLY I HAD MORE THINGS TO GET CARRIED AWAY EXPLAINING FOR YOU.

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

#aspen's anniversary sleepover #suz/targaryenvampireslayer #sleepover truth #minotaur bucky #sacrificial au #lana/rookthorne

[samobservessonic]

Now we check in on what Tails is up to while Sonic’s having his disappointing trip to the Aquatic Ruins. Today, Tails is fighting a gryphon while on a quest to save two missing fox cubs. Which definitely sounds like the cooler adventure of the two, but not if Tails gets eaten by the gryphon!

We get a couple of pages of Tails fighting the gryphon, before his gift of flight manages to save him once again. I guess the gryphon either can’t fly or forgot it can fly, because it doesn’t follow Tails after this

…Oh wait, it’s dead?

Tails’s actions were witnessed by these two centaurs, Ginny and Neddy, who praise Tails for defeating a gryphon that’s been terrorising their home. I love these designs! They look more like they belong in an 80s fantasy cartoon or a King’s Quest game than the Sonic universe, but there’s something charming about them. If you ever wanted justification to make centaur Sonic OCs, then StC’s got you covered

They take Tails back to their village and ignore him as he tries to explain that he’s not really a hero. But they do give him a boat, so he can carry on in his pursuit of the kidnappers

Turns out the goblins have a much cooler boat than Tails does, but it looks like he’s finally caught up with them. We’ll see in the next issue if he’s able to rescue the missing kids

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 29 #miles tails prower