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its-not-a-pen · 1 year

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[餘知傳] The 2nd Century Warlord (Part 1)

based on the story by @romanceyourdemons

art by @its-not-a-pen

first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all

third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below

fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?

fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves

sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it

seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him

eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night

End of Part 1

This comic was made independently from the creator, I'm just a fan and these are my own interpretations.

Notes under the cut:

the title 餘知傳 [the Story of Yu Zhi], is the styled name of the Second Century Warlord. I translated 餘知 as [plentiful knowledge] since he's defined by a surplus of knowledge but a deficit in luck. It's also great for fish-based puns since it's a homophone. As a nice parallel, Loser Liege Lord's banner is a carp ;))). the art style was inspired by vintage Chinese comics.

The story is set during the Three Kingdoms period, (220 to 280 AD) natural disasters, infighting and civil unrest had dissolved the previous Han Dynasty, leading to a violent free-for-all. I based the clothes on the previous Eastern Han styles, mainly because there just weren't a lot of contemporary references from the 3K period (and it only lasted like, 60 years). I always strive for historical accuracy, however, the Han Dynasty was over 400 years long and some sources don't do a great job separating out the different fashions, so I apologise for any mistakes that occur.

2. there aren't a ton of drawings on what Han children looked like, but in general ancient kids hairstyles are pretty consistent. 9-15 yo boys had shaved heads with two little top knots, girls had natural hair in braids/buns.

3. the crossbow (back left) makes a cameo, it was associated with Zhuge Liang, famous real-life strategist from the 3K era.

4. the LLL and his wife thank the Warlord, (a noblewoman on a battlefield??? scandalous!). it shows the LLL enjoys the unconventional and the wife is not as timid as she appears. I thought it would be funny to make them look as Background Character (tm) as possible.

5. I based the wizard's design on sages from mythology. (Hey, he's not a total fraud, he invented gunpowder 800 years before the Tang dynasty!) Nice little character moment for the LLL who is shielding his wife.

6. What do soldiers do while they're waiting for 8 hours? (<-from the right) playing knucklebones with pebbles, whittling a little horse, feeding sparrows, gossiping with neighbour, drinking from his gourd, napping. A minor warlord can't afford to keep a professional army so they're most likely conscripted farmers who've had to buy their own weapons and armour, hence why they look so unimpressive.

7. LLL offers the Warlord a bitten peach. Inspired by the legend of Mizi Xia who bit into a delicious peach and gave it to the Emperor so he could taste it was well. "Bitten peach" was a byword for homosexuality in ancient China. I thought it would be SO funny if the LLL was actually smooth af and the Warlord was a like a teenaged girl crushing for the first time. He's desperate to taste that peach but is too timid to reach out >;))) man has zero game. negative game, even. truely the PS4 of homosexuals. RIP to the assassin in the back corner who was forced to watch the most awkward, cringe-fail attempt at flirting in the history of china play out.

8. this is what zero peach does to a mf. UnU

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 3 months

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Siren!Leon headcannons 🧜🏼‍♂️🐚

A/N: this was so much fun!!! I got a little carried away, but I feel there's still so much I could add here, so let me know if you want to see more! There's not smut in this one sadly, because um... idk.. how that would work?

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: lovely request by @maviettt is here!

《Warnings》: brief mentions of gore and Leon eating people, obessesive and possessive Leon, some angst, insecure Leon :(, lots of luv for the fish boy <3

《Word count》: 2.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Siren!Leon, who spends his days luring all the pretty sailors to their demise, having himself a tasty meal of naivety and pure unawareness. I mean, what girl wouldn't be enarmoured with this handsome and so kind merman, right? With his blue, ocean eyes and shiny scales.

Siren!Leon, who lurs them in with promises of love and care, only to yank them into the deep sea and tear into them with his pointy teeth. He's not too fond of doing this, but he doesn't really have a choice, and you get hardened over the years.

Siren!Leon, who casually swims through a nearby Lagoon, catching a glimpse of you and your sisters lounging in the sun. You're laughing, and Leon swears that you're the Siren in this scenario. You look so pretty with your colorful, glittery tail. Your damp hair that's drying up from the salty water. The small trinkets braided into your locks and hung from your body.

Siren!Leon, who is always drawn back to this Lagoon, always wanting to see you again. He thinks you're a bright, shining pearl, and the world is your oyster. But he also understands that you're off limits to him. You would be scared of him, wouldn't you? You're such a pretty thing. His treasure.

Siren!Leon, who admires you from afar, always hoping to see you smile once again. He's infatuated with you. He's sighing dreamily when he sees you throw your head back in laughter or hiding your giggles behind your hand.

Siren!Leon, who looks for you after he hasn't seen you at the Lagoon for a while, only to find you washed up on the beach, all tangled up in a net. You look so... dry. The colors of your tail are dulled, and your skin doesn't look like it was kissed by the morning dew anymore.

Siren!Leon, who is so conflicted. He needs to help you, but what if he scares you? He doesn't want to risk that. You're the favorite part of his day! Alas, he relents and carefully swims up to you as close as he can before gently tugging you back into the water by your tail.

Siren!Leon, who holds you until you've gotten some of the ocean's energy into you. He can basically watch you flourish as you're returned to your home. But his heart breaks when you gain back consciousness and immediately try and get away from him.

Siren!Leon, who tries to explain to you that he just wants to help. You're still bound in the net, and you can't swim properly like this. You're obviously skeptical. Acting all kind and luring people in was kind of his deal as a Siren, after all. But there's something so soft about his voice and expressions.

Siren!Leon, who truly has no bad intentions, but he has to restrain himself from pouncing on you the second you give him the go-ahead to free you from the net with his sharp teeth.

Siren!Leon, who doesn't miss your blush, when his lips brush against your skin while he's chewing you out of your bounds. He can't help himself and grins, and accidentally bumps his lips against your scales more just to see you react.

Siren!Leon, who is quite flustered himself when you thank him and tell him that he's not as scary as you thought he would be. And when you tell him you like the color of his scales and his cute little fin ears, he is over the moon!!

Siren!Leon who tries to hide his malicious side from you as best as he can just because he is terrified that you would be scared of him. Maybe even disgusted. He doesn't want that.

Siren!Leon, who sees you wave to him on his usual morning round past the Lagoon, and he almost passes out. Yeah, he had saved you, but for you to so boldly be nice to him in front of your sisters? He's thinking of that for the rest of the day.

Siren!Leon, who gets bolder each day, waving back with a smile, maybe even greeting you and your sisters until he fully swims up to all of you! He's kinda crushed when your sisters scatter like little anchovies. He just wanted to say hi :(

Siren!Leon, who gets comforted and assured by you, saying that "they don't know you like I do." You explain how, although Leon is a Siren, he's so sweet! He saved you from certain death, after all.

Siren!Leon, who eventually gets taken in by your sisters, and he gets to lounge in the Lagoon with you. Some are still a little weary, but as time goes on, they all warm up to that smile and those pretty eyes.

Siren!Leon, who only has eyes for you. You are the sun in his sky, the moon that guides his tides. He's head over heels for you. It started off as forbidden glances, admiring your beauty, and now he is making you laugh and spending as much time with you as he can.

Siren!Leon, who knows you're falling for him too when you start bringing him little treasures and trinkets that you found. It's usually a shiny rock or a seashell, but sometimes you bring him valuable shinies from recent shipwrecks that you're not supposed to be around.

Siren!Leon, whose heart pumps out of his chest when he sees all your sisters nudging you in his direction with your hand behind your back and a red face. He revels in your cuteness when you shyly press the rock into his hand and speed off.

Siren!Leon, who starts calling you his treasure or his pearl. That's exactly what you are to him, and he needs the whole seven seas to know that. Plus, your pretty smile and the kiss to the cheek he gets from you after is a nice bonus.

Siren!Leon, who lets you decorate him and his tail when you run out of space on your own. You tie cloth and braided seaweed around his fin and arms, adding one of your little trinkets at the end. He wears them with pride because everyone knows they're from you.

Siren!Leon, who loves to braid your hair for you. You're always finding more pretty things to put in your hair, and you can't see the back, obviously, but he loves doing it for you. He gets so good to the point that he's doing all of your sisters' hair, too.

Siren!Leon, who rarely goes back to luring humans to their death, simply because he would rather spend time with you. He's acquired a taste for small fish, which unfortunately can't match the salivating taste of humam flesh, but he's willing to give it all up for you. he's still so worried that you'll catch him one day and see the monster he truly is.

Siren!Leon, who sits in the small tide pool close to a bay, soaking up the moonlight with you, and the way it makes you look ethereal. You look even prettier like this than in the sun. The silvery streaks reflect off of your features so beautifully, and he knows that he's doomed.

Siren!Leon, who spends all of his nights with you, not wanting that image of your lovely self dipped in the rays of Mother Moon to go away. He loves talking to you at night. Sharing quiet stories and tales interrupted by soft giggles.

Siren!Leon, who kisses you for the first time on the beach where he saved you. He melts when he finally feels your lips on his, and he's holding you so tight and full of love that you can't imagine being anywhere else.

Siren!Leon, who found a pearl at the bottom of the ocean, your favorite color, and he gives it to you as a gift under one of those moonlit nights. He's confessing his love to you, giving the pearl to you as a sign of always wanting to be with you.

Siren!Leon who doesn't know whether to blush and hide or be giddy like an idiot when he sees you wearing his pearl the next morning, showing it off to all your sisters who are all in awe of its beauty.

Siren!Leon, who loves to spend his days lying in the sand with you, playing with the many small braids and twists that adorn your silky locks. There's not much to do, but you make the days go by so fast.

Siren!Leon, who goes ballistic when your sisters rush to tell him that you've been captured by some filthy pirates while you were out exploring a new shipwreck, trying to find more odds and ends for your collection.

Siren!Leon, who can feel his blood boil in his veins. It's like a switch was flipped, and he falls back into his bloodthirsty and feral ways. It scares your sisters, but they know he's doing it for you.

Siren!Leon, who follows your scent and your soft pleads for mercy as the pirates decide whether to gut you or keep you for themselves. He has never swam this fast in his life. He had a strong tail, no doubt, but he pushed himself to his limit only to get to you.

Siren!Leon who feels so deeply and can feel the storm brewing inside of him. He can't help but feel somewhat reassured when dark, thick clouds rise in the sky and heavy winds, rain, and thundering streaks of lightning descend from the sky. He thanks Mother Moon with all his being for helping him rescue his treasure.

Siren!Leon, who sneaks close to the ship undetected, due to the heavy rain and loud thunder. He is out for blood, and one thing is clear; that ship will sink today, and he will make them pay.

Siren!Leon who punches holes into the body of the ship with his strong tail, making the ship sink slowly into the dark embrace of the ocean.

Siren!Leon, who when he finally gets to the bastard pirates, tears them to shreds without a thought. Thick crimson spills into the rowdy waters, and you can almost see the red reflecting in his eyes.

It's a mess of limbs and guts, the blood clinging to his pale skin like a curse. He doesn't want to admit how refreshing this felt- he was still a siren after all.

Siren!Leon who snaps out of his craze and immediately starts searching for you, calling out your name with desperation and fear. The lightning gets worse as he looks around frantically.

Siren!Leon, who finally spots you clinging to a piece of wood with bloody hands and teary eyes. He rushes over to you, and the relieved cries that rip from your throat make his heart hurt.

Siren!Leon, who scowls at the deep gash on your tail, no doubt courtesy of those pirates. He embraces you so softly, kissing your temple and whispering sweet reassurances to you.

You sniffled and looked up at him, the rain slowly washing away the blood that tarnished his skin. You spotted tears of his own welling up in his blue eyes, pained by the image of your wounded self. He never stopped stroking your hair and wiping away the rain that mixes with your tears as it falls on your face.

"They... they only hurt me because I didn't want to give them... this.." You spoke quietly, opening your bloody hand, revealing the pearl he had gifted you now smeared with blood. Leon felt his heartbeat all the way in his head. The gusting winds, loud thunder and the electrifying strikes of lightning died down and the surface of the water stilled into a soft ripple as he stared at you, not knowing what to do, or to feel.

Only the soft patter of rain on the ocean filled the silence that lingered between you two. Leon swallowed thickly and cupped your face, finding his words.

"My treasure, My pearl... why?"

You'd never heard him this hurt, defeated before.

"Because you gave it to me."

With your simple answer, he pulled you tight against his chest with his lips pressed to your forehead, hoping the rain would cover the tears that ran down his face, soaking into your hair.

Siren!Leon, whose blood freezes in his veins when you catch a glimpse of the massacre he had left and absolute horror washes over your face. He can feel his heart shatter with the way you look at him, with so much fear and- ...gratitude?

Siren!Leon, who gets the words knocked out of his head once again, when you softly touch his cheek and tell him that you're not afraid of him. You're still shaken up, in agony, and dismembered bodies aren't part of your usual routine.

But you tell him that you could never be scared of him. You know he would never hurt you, he loves you, and he only did what he needed to in order to rescue you. You're fully aware of what he is- a Siren, not a monster. He proved that to you many times with his gentle and kind nature. He feels pathetic when he breaks down as you whisper that you love him and press kisses to his hair. You're hurt, and he's crying, utterly overwhelmed by you and your love.

Siren!Leon, who will take care of you and the wound on your tail until it's fully healed. He gently drapes seaweed wraps over the gash and always makes sure you're not in any pain. He will make you hang onto him by his neck when he swims so you can still get around but not put any strain on your tail.

Siren!Leon, who plucks a scale from his tail and gifts it to you as full proof of his love and devotion for you. It hangs around your neck, right next to the pearl he had given you, and he can't help but smile when he sees how his shimmery blue scale looks against your skin.

Siren!Leon, who wears one of your scales on a cloth, tied around his arm, proudly showing it off whenever he can. Because he's as much yours as you are his. <3

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leonw4nter · 2 months

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Siren!RE4R!Leon drabbles

(Read while listening to this! Also, this is a re-upload because the first version of this drabble had some issues and I just had to fix those, particularly in similarities with other works.)

Siren!Leon who lures in sailors with his pretty face towards the rocks or stormy seas, ripping apart humans who fall for the superficial and relish in the fresh taste of their blood.

Siren!Leon who prefers being solitary, preying on ships alone. He doesn't need anyone by his side; it’s best to survive alone, with no liability hanging around him that could possibly complicate things. He likes it simple, and prefers it this way too.

Siren!Leon who spotted you from afar, walking on the shoreline with your skirt lifted. He observed you from behind a sunning rock, a storm-hued gaze intently studying your movements. He sees you waddle over to a rock near shore, sitting on it but letting your legs stay submerged. A pleased expression is on your face, your legs swinging in the warm seawater.

Siren!Leon who saw you frequent that rock, doing the same thing each time– same time, same rock, same duration on keeping your legs soaked in the water. He began bringing small fish and shellfish to the rocks with the hopes of grabbing your attention though every time, without fail, you always toss his bait back to the sea; you’re a lot more intelligent than he thought. It’s going to be a lot harder to make a meal out of you.

Siren!Leon who finds himself in the midst of a hunt in a bad storm, the waves tossing and turning him beneath angry waves. He managed to catch and eat his fill but the water violently thrashed him, the world turning upside-down and dark. He wakes up when he feels a tugging sensation on his tail, seeing you try to drag him back to the water by tail, grunting with effort. He looks at himself and spots how pale and green he’s gotten due to being exposed to the land for a long time.

Siren!Leon who is secretly thankful for your help because had you not tugged him back to the water, he’d be good as dry and dead. He must’ve hit his head or body while he was unconscious, his joints sore and a dull pain throbbing somewhere from behind his eye. He decides to stick to a diet of small fish and crustaceans for now, humans much too formidable for his injured state. When he’s back to full health, he begins bringing you more crabs and fish– his own way of saying thank you to you.

Siren!Leon who finally gets the courage to approach you, aware that his webbed fingers and long nails may look scary along with his sharpened teeth. He explains that he’s been the one bringing the fish and shells and that he’s seen you on that sunning rock many times. He puts off the idea of eating you, his conscience not letting him do that after you’ve just saved him. You explain to him that the reason you only douse your legs are because of a certain skin ailment, your doctors prescribing the medicinal properties of seawater for your condition.

Siren!Leon who suggests wrapping seaweed and kelp for your legs. Though the idea is funny, you let him do that though you have a bit of a distrust towards him. He wraps your legs delicately, making sure that the aquatic plant is on your skin comfortably. You let him do that each time you come to the rock, seeing significant improvements on the welts in your legs– it hurts and itches less now.

Siren!Leon who finds himself frowning when it’s time for you to go, hoping that the sun rises faster than the moon can sink so it’s another day for you to come back again. Soon, the thoughts of walking on land swim into his mind– how do humans live? What do you do there? What do you eat? A fuzzy feeling washes over his chest the more he thinks about you– it’s as if there’s a storm raging in his heart but he doesn’t feel very bad about it, just the opposite in fact. Now, he spends the night looking for pearls and pretty shells to give to you. You’ve also seemed to take a liking for shrimp, so he looks for those too. There was one time where you brought back a cooked version of the shrimps he gave you, letting him have a bite and it tastes totally different. It doesn’t suit his appetite but it suits yours and that is enough to satiate his cravings.

Siren!Leon whose feelings for you grow everyday, the urge to crawl on the shore and follow you to wherever you live clawing its way to the front of his mind. Being alone out in the great ocean without you is no longer the life Leon wants to have for himself; why had he deprived himself of company? Was it because fate made him wait for you to waltz into his life? Was this solitude him subconsciously reserving himself for you? He would do whatever it takes to be able to join you in land– learn how to write, count, eat food cooked, and keep his nails trimmed.

Siren!Leon who enjoys hearing you read aloud and describe how your day went in full detail. He discovered that he enjoys books, loving it the most when you read to him. He never really cared about words or readings, his past self would think that those were simply symbols plastered on a surface– nothing deeper than that. Here he is, begging you to read him one more chapter before you leave again because whenever you read the symbols plastered on refined tree bark, your voice has given them beauty and deeper meaning.

“I wish I could see the world you live in, even for just an evening,” You gently confess to him, curious about the world of turquoise beneath foamy waves.

“You have my eyes. I’ll tell you everything there is in here.” Leon reassures with a toothy smile, sharp teeth bared but it doesn’t scare you. Your soul is a constellation of the brightest stars, his eyes dedicated to be mesmerized for you and you only like he’s your astrologer.

Siren!Leon who spends the night gathering all the treasures, pearls, shells, stones, and kelp that he can. He crawls to the shore where land and water clash, praying that the tides don’t wash away the artwork he lays out for you. Of course, he doesn’t fail to adorn your rock with other pretty things. His mind works with two different things at the same time: the art he lays out and how to put his feelings into words.

Siren!Leon who waits for you eagerly, staying in shallow waters where anyone can see the glisten of his tail. All night he looked after every single rock and shell, making sure that not a single bit of his work was misplaced or moved by the tides, even in the daytime when the sun was branding the surface with its searing touch. After what seemed like forever, he finally sees you approaching the shoreline. He can’t hold back anymore: he crawls into the shore, hands clawing at the sand to drag himself to you.

“Leon, please get in the water.” You urge him with a shaky voice, placing your trembling hands on his shoulders.

“Why–”

“Please, just get in the water!”

He turns around and crawls back to the sea but he avoids the intricately laid out shells and stones as he makes his way back. He looks back at you but you stay behind on the shore, not even aware that the ground you’re in is a large mosaic of a sea turtle migration that Leon made.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He worriedly asks.

You hear sounds from behind you: the loud grunts of men with their fishing lines, nets, and harpoons storming towards the coastline. You have no time, urging Leon farther from shallower waters.

“You need to hide,” you tell him. He stays there, staring at you with a puzzled expression. “Hurry! They’re coming this way!”

You urge him farther but he isn’t budging, coming nearer to you instead with pleading eyes.

“I’ll tell them that you swam off, okay?” Your voice grows increasingly shaky, an uncomfortable lump lodging in your throat. Leon swims closer, crawling nearer to the shore where people can easily see him.

“Don’t follow me,” you plead with him as tears begin to brim on your waterline, a delicate balance between holding on and setting him free. “Go away, you idiot! You’ll die if you come with me!”

Despite all your pleas with him, it falls on deaf ears as Leon still crawls closer to you, his heart shattering at how distressed you look; you didn't even notice what he worked on all night, you didn’t even raise your skirt above your ankles. With each advance Leon makes, you move back, moving further from the sea. Your tears are finally let loose, forming rivers of pain on your cheeks. Sobs wrack your body, your figure trembling from the emotions setting itself free from the confines of your aching heart. Leon can only watch and hope that his mere presence is enough to soothe you, unable to stand and wipe those tears from your face.

“Go!” He inches closer. “Piss off! I hate you!” He inches closer again, placing a comforting hand against your foot but you move further away, a jolt of disbelief settling unpleasantly in his system. “Get your dirty hands away from me! Just leave me, you goddamn fool!”

Now you’re screaming, hoping that the wind would drown out your pained cries. You’re sobbing loudly, tears spilling like endless rain. Leon is still inching closer towards shore, desperation gnawing at him despite his silence.

“Don’t you follow me!” You shriek. He stops moving forward and just gazes up at you with a pleading gaze, his eyes heavy with the weight of tears yet to fall.

“Don’t go.” He softly begs, tenderly wrapping webbed limbs around your ankle as casts his head down. You cry even harder now, your soul unravelling like embroidery with each wail. A tear of Leon’s cascades down his cheek, saltier than his turquoise home. You move further and retreat inland, freeing yourself from his gentle hand but he crawls after you.

“Go away! I’m going away now!” You scream, picking up a pebble and throwing it towards his direction. The pebble hits his cheek, the crimson a contrast against his pale skin.

“I’m sorry! Just… don’t follow me!”

He doesn’t follow you anymore, watching you run back towards the land without sparing a single look to the poor siren who you’ve enchanted with the song of your kind heart.

Siren!Leon who risks getting caught by hunters on the shore by waiting for you, fixing the rocks and shells on the coastline so it’ll be pretty when you come back.

NOTE - As I said earlier, this is a re-upload of the same drabble I posted last night but there's changes in terms of lines and content because one of the parts I added was a little too similar to another author's drabbles and I didn't mean to do that so ofc I took the post down to fix it and apologized to the author so there's that. The Siren!Leon concept was inspired by @bumblebeesfromvenus drabble so go check it out coz it's so good!!! Anyways, that's it and tysm for reading my drabble!!!!!! I <33333 UUUUUUU

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onskepa · 8 months

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Hello! Can you do a reader who is a siren with the sully family + metkayina?

Hellooooo!! Honestly this idea was a long time waiting! Glad you requested! Enjoy~!!

Pt 2

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Tirol

Water is essential for life, be it of fauna or flora. Water is a important element in keeping things alive. Land or sea, water is everything. There is nothing to argue about that. And no one knows better than the reef na'vi.

Water is their very life. A piece of their soul, their whole being. So who is this human to say she understands them?

Well meet Tirol. A human who came along with the Sully family. Many of the Metkayina clan were hesitant to accept Tirol. But the sully family that out of everyone in the family, Tirol needs to live here. Tonowari nor Ronal understood what they meant by that. Until one certain day.

During practice, Tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo were too busy helping neteyam and lo'ak that they didn't see tuk getting carried away by a sudden wave. She couldn't hold her breath much longer and was beginning to drown.

Lo'ak was the first to notice, screaming out tuk's name, the other teens turned and all panicked, quickly swimming towards tuk, but they were too far, they wouldn't make it in time!

tirol who was in the marui doing something heard the teens screaming out for tuk. She turns to see tuk struggling to keep her head above water. Panic struck her and without a second thought, Tirol jumps into the water to save tuk.

In less than 3 seconds, tirol grabbed tuk and held her above water. Tuk was choking out the water but was breathing alright and hugged tilor tightly.

Neteyam and lo'ak reached the two girls and released heavy sighs, checking on their little sister making sure she is ok.

Tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo stayed where they were, confused. A human is smaller, thus less energy and not as fast as a na'vi. So how was tirol able to make it to tuk when she was at the same distance at them yet made to tuk faster?

As the three swam closer, their heads still above water, ao'nung couldn't help but ask. "How were you able to swim with your little human legs?" ao'nung asks, tsireya hits him slightly at the back of his head which doesn't phase him.

The sully kids chuckled as tilor smiles. "Look underwater" was all she said. The three did so, and almost choked, they couldn't believe it, everything about it was beautiful as it was strange.

Instead of human legs, what they saw was one big long tail with fins! The scales glistening against the underwater lighting, the colors shinning through giving is a shiny look. The scales were of something else, blending the tail and the upper part of human skin. The tail was so hypnotizing, the fins were also of something else. Transparent yet elegant looking, flowing so beautifully.

Tisreya was amazed, she had never seen anything like it before! Lifting her head up, smiling so excitedly. "Amazing! your tail is so beautiful!", Tirol blushes slightly but is happy she nor the boys are freaked out. Rotxo came up, letting his mouth run before his mind, "how can you pee??". Both ao'nung and tsireya hit his head double time.

"please excuse my friends stupidity" ao'nung says. Toril giggles in amusement, "it is alright, but I am not going to answer that question". "Are all humans like you?" tsireya asks, tirol shakes her head. "Not really, I am called a siren".

"How about we talk more in the shallow areas" neteyam suggests, everyone agrees and does so. Gathering in a circle so everyone can admire tirol's tail, questions were being made.

"So what is a siren?" tsireya was the first to ask. Tirol and smiles and answers, "a siren is half human fish, we have the godly ability to sing. But not just singing a lovely tune no, our voice is our power. I can lure anyone with my voice in a hypnotizing way, and I lead them wherever I please".

The three reed children stared in amazement. "Have you ever used your...power before?" ao'nung asked. Tirol nods and explains further, "I have, I even assisted in battles against the sky demons, I would hide in the deepest lakes, violent rivers, and lure the sky demons to me. Once they reach the deep areas, I would remove their masks and drown them. It has taken time but it is more silent and effective".

The more tilor explains, the more entranced they are. Of course they would ask her to sing but was denied of request, "Whenever I sing, even if I don't mean to on purpose, anyone who hears me will be affected and I don't want that".

The three kids nodded and rotxo asked, "is that why you came with the sully family? Because of the wide ocean?". Tirol answered as she began to weave some seaweed, "two reasons really. The first is yes, because of the ocean. I loved the lakes and rivers but I longed for wide spaces, swim more than tight narrow areas. Second is for what I am. Once the sky demons found out what I am capable of, they will be after me. So joining the sully family, I came here. And I am so happy that they brought me. I love the ocean! the reefs, the animals, everything, truly I feel more at home than in the lakes and rivers".

Rotxo grinned and stood up, "well come on then. Lets see if your tail makes you faster than us" he challenged. Smiling at the invination, tilor was quick to move through the shallow water, making rotxo eat sand.

Laughing and new feeling of energy, everyone went back to the water and swim along side tirol. With her beautiful tail, she looked at home under water. Communicating with na'vi sing language, she said her under water jokes. The reef kids loved her jokes will the sully kids cringed at how terrible they were.

After a long day of swimming, everyone returned to their homes tired. Tirol sat at the edge of the walk ways, drying her tail for her legs to return. Tuk and kiri sat beside, handing her a bowl of freshly cooked stew. "I swam so much today, weird to say I am glad I am feeling sore and tired. I never used this much energy back at home" tirol says with a big smile on her face.

"We can tell, you swam none stop all day, but I am happy you like it here. You seemed to adjust more quicker than the rest of us" kiri comments. Tiorl pulls tuk on her lap and tuk feeds her. "Yes, but in no time the rest of you guys will adjust too. This is our home now".

The next few weeks, the whole metkayina clan now knew of tirol's ability, while she still refuses to sing, she speaks stories of her ancestors, and tales of her fallen sister clan, the mermaids.

Ronal and Tonowari were amazed of tirol's skills and all that makes her a siren. They were quick to accept her more than the sully family. Which the family dont take offence to, but tirol uses her new found acceptance as a bridge to get the two along.

To say, Tirol truly feels at home, being where she truly belongs, in the ocean. Where it is her natural home, and thrive in her true element with her long time friends and her found friends.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is this it for this one! Hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

Tirol = song [vocal]

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Confessing

Wonyoung fic time. I got nothing else to say; nothing rough going on here.

Length 2.3K

Wonyoung x Mreader

You sat in a cafe, waiting for your friend to show up. You bring your drink to your lips, taking a long drink; as you place it back down, you see Wonyoung take the seat across from you. "I'm sorry for being late. I know I'm the one that called you here, but I-I just had to make sure I was ready." She says. You notice the slight stutter she made.

"Don't worry about it; I wasn't here that long." You reply. Wonyoung fiddles with her hands and keeps her head turned away from you. A deep-seated redness is coming across now. "Are you alright?" You ask while putting your hand on her forehead.

"I-I'm fine; I just need some water. I walked here really quickly." She says, finally looking at you. A waitress comes quickly afterward, taking her order. While you're waiting, you notice Wonyoung violently shaking her head. "So, are you ready for today?" She asks after as if she hadn't just done that.

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've gone out. Did you have anything planned? You kept everything secret from me.

Wonyoung nods and pulls out two tickets. "I got us these. They're for the carnival. I thought it would be nice to go." Wonyoung rubs her arms as she looks away from you again. Her drink arrives, and the two of you continue to talk until you're ready to go to the carnival.

At the carnival, Wonyoung gives the tickets to the man at the entrance, and you both walk through the large hallway leading to the carnival proper. The colorful lights in the hall paint the area. You glance at Wonyoung as she smiles with excitement. Coming out of the hall, you both notice the giant Ferris wheel in the back. "Do you want to ride it?" You ask Wonyoung.

She shakes her head, "Maybe later. Let's just walk around for now." You look at the many stalls; some are games, others are food, and a couple sells clothes, among other items. Wonyoung doesn't seem very interested in most of the games until she happens upon a fishing one. A simple game where you're handed a fishing rod and have to try to get the lure into a fish's mouth. The robotic fish pop up and bite the air before opening their mouths and sinking. They were different colors, indicating a specific prize type that you would get. You watch Wonyoung drift toward the stall; you follow her closely, wading through the crowd.

"Would you like a try? The first one is free." The carny operating the stand says. Wonyoung nods; he hands her a fishing pole and explains the rules. Wonyoung's attempt could have gone better, as her lure lands between the fishes. She lets out a disappointed sigh. You pay the man for a few more tries.

"What prize do you want?" You whisper to Wonyoung. She points toward a large bread plush, a red tag. You try to stifle a laugh seeing that of all her options; she'd want a piece of bread. She whines at you for laughing, slapping your arm. You grab the fishing pole and throw it forward to gauge how it'll fly. You land in between the fishes, much like Wonyoung's attempt. Noticing that the lure was lighter than expected, you give it less power and narrowly miss the red fish.

Wonyoung jumps in the air, "You nearly had it!" She yells as she smacks your arm. Visibly excited, Wonyoung starts pointing out where it might be easier. The red fishes are spread evenly except for the far left corner, where four red fishes sit beside each other. You take Wonyoung's advice and launch the lure into the far corner, smacking the fish. It had popped up and shut its mouth right before the lure got to it. Wonyoung squats down suddenly, holding onto the edge of the stall. She pokes her head over the edge, observing as you try again. You wait for the fish to start coming down to throw the lure. In what seems like a miracle, your toss was short and bounced off a closer fish into the mouth of a red fish just as it came up to bite. Wonyoung jumps up and screams before tossing herself at you. She holds you tightly as you celebrate your victory. "You did it!" She buries her head in your chest as she continues to hug you. The man gives you the bread plush and hands it to you.

"Your girlfriend must really like bread." He says with a laugh. Wonyoung immediately pulls away from you, turning bright red. You smile at her and hand her the bread. She immediately uses it to cover her face. You thank the man before walking away from the stall, telling him to give your other plays to someone else.

Wonyoung holds the bread to her chest. "Thank you," she says quietly. You pat her head.

"It’s no problem. I'm glad you like it." The two of you continued to walk around the carnival, eating food and getting on an occasional ride. As evening comes, you both get in line for the Ferris wheel. Once the ride begins, you look at the city skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel. Wonyoung looks at the floor nearly the entire time. "What's wrong Wonyoung?" You ask. She grips the edges of her skirt, gulping before she opens her mouth.

"Um… t-there's something I want to tell you." Wonyoung tries to meet your gaze but can't hold it. She puts up her bread plush as a barrier between you. "I-I…I like you."

"I like you too."

"N-no, I mean that I-I love you. As more than a friend." Wonyoung's grip on the plush tightens as she peers over it. "We've been friends since we were kids, but I've loved you for a long time. I-I wanted to…." She pauses for a moment. "I wanted to confess to you today. I wanted to do it here."

"You just did." You respond.

"N-no, but it's not the same. I don't want to be hiding behind this." She says, motioning toward the plush. "I wanted to have you really look at me."

You reach out and forcefully take the plush from her. "Go ahead then."

Wonyoung places her hands on her lap and looks down before collecting herself. She shakes slightly as she looks at you. "I've loved you for a really long time, but you were always out of reach. S-sometimes, I wanted to tell you, but you would be dating someone else. I-I want to be with you. S-so w-would y-y-you…" She tries to take a breath, and you see her struggling.

You kneel in front of her and take her hands in your own. "It’s okay." You say, reassuring her.

"Would you be my boyfriend?" She asks. Wonyoung has her eyes closed tightly as if awaiting rejection.

"I'd love to."

She hesitantly opens her eyes. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Wonyoung, I've loved you for a long time, too, but you never showed any interest in me, so I thought maybe I should date others to get you off my mind. Hearing you say that, though, makes me really happy." Wonyoung nearly pushes you onto the floor as she hugs you with all her strength. She continues to spout on and on about how she loves you. She can't help but cry as you accept her love. Wonyoung refuses to let you go as you try to return to your seat. The Ferris wheel ends soon, and Wonyoung rushes to dry her tears before you both leave the carriage. The day becomes night, and it comes time to go home. You both get in your car as you ready yourself to drop her off. "I guess I'll drop you off at home."

"Can we- can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks shyly.

"What?" You say, slightly stunned at her words.

"I want to sleep with you." She replies with her words trailing off at the end. "I've waited a long time, and I want to sleep with you," Wonyoung says, mustering her courage.

"Alright, we'll sleep together. It'll be our first night as a couple." Wonyoung smiles all the way home. The car ride was slightly filled with sexual tension. You hadn't expected Wonyoung to be so proactive as to say she wanted to sleep with you. You also hadn't fully registered what she wanted when you agreed. You couldn't say anything to her at this point and awkwardly drove the entire way home. When you arrived, you both sat in the car for a minute, unable to move.

Eventually, you were able to step out of the car. Wonyoung quickly followed. You both wasted no time as you made your way to your bedroom. "S-so, I guess we should take our clothes off."

"Y-yes, we should," Wonyoung responded with the same nervous voice. You both looked away from the other as you stripped down. "I-I can turn around when you do."

"Okay, we'll turn around on three. One, two, three!" You both turn around, covering yourself. "W-we should probably take our hands away." Wonyoung shyly nods, and you both slowly put your hands to the side. Your eyes make their way down Wonyoung's body. You get caught up at her legs, though, long, toned, and thick; you marvel at them. You slowly get hard as you think about Wonyoung's body. Wonyoung blushes as she watches your cock rise to full mast.

She steps forward, "Can…can I touch it?" You nod. She seems mesmerized by it as her hand reaches out and grasps your cock. You moan as she touches it. A smile crosses Wonyoung's face; she's happy she can make you feel good. Wonyoung starts to stroke your cock; without any prior experience, she's doing a good job. Her pace is anything but consistent, though, as she sometimes goes from incredibly slow to very quick. You run your hands around her stomach before taking a breast in each hand. Your palms squeeze her soft flesh, drawing a moan from her. Wonyoung's tits were topped with tiny pink nipples; her areola wasn't much bigger. Taking her nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you pinch her nipples while massaging her breasts. You both moan from the pleasure you're experiencing. You lean down slightly, kissing Wonyoung. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, not wanting it to end. While you're kissing her, her hands start to move quickly. Her palm rubs the head of your cock as you both moan into the kiss.

You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm and your hips bucking automatically. Wonyoung feels your cock throbbing and sudden wetness as precum covers her hand. Your precum allows her to stroke your cock at a faster pace. "Wonyoung, I'm going to cum." You say to warn her. She continues to stroke your cock at a quick pace until you cum in her hand. The warm liquid spurts onto her forearm and covers her hand. While you recover, Wonyoung stares at her cum-covered hand, mesmerized by it, before putting up to her mouth and licking it. The salty taste fills her mouth as she licks her hand clean. The sight makes you hard again. "Should we continue?" You ask her.

Wonyoung climbs onto your bed and lays on her back. Her hands go down to her shaven slit, and she spreads her lips for you. Her pink pussy is there for you to take in. "Please," she says, almost like she's pleading with you to do it. "I want you." She says quietly. You climb over her and align yourself with her.

"Are you ready?" You ask before you do the deed. Wonyoung gives you a nod. You press against her entrance and push past her lips. You hear her gasp as you thrust inside her. You plant a kiss on Wonyoung's lips; her arms wrap around you as she keeps you there. Her walls caress your cock as you push deeper inside her. Wonyoung moans into the kiss as you start to move inside her. Your hands grip her legs as you thrust into her. "Wonyoung, you're so tight." You moan into her ear as you thrust. Wonyoung's walls try to keep you inside her, clamping down on your cock. Her moans grow louder at your comments.

"You're so big," she groans. You're pounding her into the bed as you revel in the pleasure. Her legs keep you in place as you split her apart with every thrust. Wonyoung closes her eyes and moans; you watch the beauty before you enjoy herself as sweat begins to cover her body. Her hair becomes more of a mess with every thrust. You cup her cheek, and she opens her eyes; she meets your gaze.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, Wonyoung. I love you." You groan as the pleasure starts to become too much.

Wonyoung pushes her head up to kiss you. "I love you too." Wonyoung whines as she feels her climax coming. Her walls tighten around you as you continue to thrust.

"I'm going to cum, Wonyoung. Let me go."

"No, I want you to cum inside me. Please." You relent and slam your cock into Wonyoung again. You both shout as you reach your orgasm. Your semen fills Wonyoung. Her leg’s grip on you doesn't loosen; she keeps you in place as her cunt milks you for all of your cum. You watch Wonyoung's face drift into a pure orgasmic state as she feels you fill her womb with cum. After a few minutes, her legs finally release their hold over you. You stay buried inside her for a little longer before pulling out of her. You roll over onto your back, and Wonyoung moves to place her head on your chest. Cum leaks from her pussy onto her thighs as she uses her fingertip to trace something on your chest.

You put your arm around her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she says, her eyes trying to remain open as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

#wonyoung smut #ive smut #kpop smut #m reader #male reader

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Imagine a dream monster like a darling who lives in a world like ours with no monsters but with fictional stories

And their heavily into monsters and get sad that they can't date one till after a break up whenever they sleep a monster is there acting out her fantasies

He could be one set being or change forms to match the dream

And when the reader starts to stay up layer and later for work he kills her in a dream and pulls her to his world or something else idk

😳 I don't know if this was a request, but it became a smutty drabble...

Night Elf (Victor) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: kidnapping, drugging sort of, nsfw monster smut, oral and vaginal sex

She’s back, Victor thought, hurrying to his dream crystal. You were asleep again, but it wasn’t your usual time. You spent eight glorious hours with him each night, but it was only afternoon and you were sitting in the pocket universe he’d made so you could interact while you thought you were sleeping. Whenever you fell asleep it automatically brought you there and alerted him you'd arrived.

It was just a small garden he’d imagined with a little pond filled with fish and a bench where you usually sat and talked. He would serve you tea and sometimes you would play card games.

He frowned when he saw you. Your face was all puffy and streaked with tears.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?”

You sniffled. Even in this beautiful little garden Victor had made for you, the sadness of your waking life followed you. You’d laid down for a nap, unwilling to be conscious anymore. Since you’d been dreaming about Victor the temptation to sleep longer came more often. A nap was an excuse to escape to your dream world with this dream friend you’d conjured.

He’d just appeared one night in your mind, smiling at you and offering you tea in a garden. Every night after that he appeared again and again. You talked about many things, but mostly your life and troubles. He was fascinated with every little detail of your world and only talked briefly about his.

You knew you had imagined him because he was exactly the sort you would go for, not a man at all, looking more like one of the monsters from one of your many romance novels. He was enormous and strong, calling himself a night elf, with pointy ears and deep blue skin.

His long black hair fell down his back and he let you braid it for him sometimes. His teeth were large and pointy, a bit too big for his mouth and a few of them stuck out at odd angles. If only handsome glowing, blue-eyed night elves existed in the real world.

Instead, the real world was populated with human men like Drake. The human man who’d spent the morning explaining to you why you weren’t worthy enough to be his girlfriend over Facetime with a half naked bottle blonde bitch giggling in the background.

“My boyfriend broke up with me,” you whined, pathetically, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He was your dream friend, you didn’t have to put on airs for him. Sliding onto the bench next to you he pulled you into his lap and carded your hair with his claws.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he cooed, his ears perking up.

You’d talked about your boyfriend before. How much you’d loved him and that you thought you were going to get married. Victor had been insanely jealous. He’d listen to you go on about him until he couldn’t stand it anymore with morbid curiosity. He wanted to know what sort of men you liked, but he wasn’t at all impressed with whatever his name was.

You should be worshiped like a queen. In fact, if he brought you to his world, he could make you a queen. No one would ever talk down to you again. They would crawl at your feet and he could shower you with pretty things and beautiful vacations. The land of Fairy, where he ruled the Realm of Twilight was far more beautiful than the human world. He could show you things beyond your imagination.

But how to lure you into his world? You shuddered in his arms, sobbing.

“He said I’m plain and boring,” you wailed, “do you think that’s true?”

With you looking up at him with big wet eyes, he had to hold himself back from laughing in your face. You were the farthest thing from plain and boring he’d ever seen in his very long life. He schooled his expression and shook his head, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You are as lovely as a rose,” he said.

You pouted.

“I don’t understand it,” you hummed, curling into his chest and absently wiping your tears on his shirt.

It pleased him how easily you trusted him. You practically ate from his hand. He knew it was because you didn’t believe he was real, you thought he was a dream. He’d used a spell to find his mate and it had shown him you.

Since then, he’d completed a quest to find the dream crystal that let him meet with you physically through the aether. When he brought you into this pocket universe, you were no longer in your ratty bed at home, but you still thought you were sleeping under your own roof. You had no idea, but the tea he’d been feeding you every night had an herb in it that was slowly preparing your body to be transferred through the dream crystal to Fairy.

“I can make it better,” he offered, smiling down at you with his jagged smile, “you don’t ever have to feel pain like that again.”

You blinked up at him, the tears clearing from your eyes.

“You can?” you asked.

His clawed thumb drifted over your bottom lip and he nodded, his glowing eyes searching your expression.

“I can take you somewhere else,” he said smoothly, “a beautiful world where everyone adores you.”

You blinked at him and smiled. Your dream man said such silly things.

“That’s kind,” you giggled, “if only that were true.”

He laughed that you didn’t believe him. You would soon, when the spell was complete. He dipped his head to capture your lips and you couldn’t help but sigh with a bit of relief. You needed tenderness and touch, even if it was just a dream.

His fingers laced through your hair, pulling you to him and savoring your flavor. You were a delicious treat, ripe for the picking. The opposite hand drifted down your cheek as he kissed you, tracing the curve of your chin and finding its way down your neck.

Urging him on, you ran your tongue across his bottom lip, your fingers curling into his hard chest. Even though you were sure this was a dream, he smelled and tasted so real, like some kind of foreign spice you didn’t quite recognize but reminded you of cardamom.

There was a delicious thrill as his sharp teeth scraped your tongue when you entered his mouth. He hummed into you, twining his longer tongue with yours.

While he kissed you, he was arranging you on his lap so you were straddling him, your arms immediately going around his neck. It made him happy how simple this was. You already trusted him. You already adored him.

You thought you’d invented him yourself. What more could he ask for in a mate? Utterly in the clouds, he started stripping away your clothes. The sweatshirt you were wearing went first, revealing your creamy skin to him. He breathed in the sweet scent that clung to you, savoring it.

You ground your hips into his, eager for his touch. He was your dream lover. You could do with him what you liked. You didn’t have to pretend or be shy. You stroked his pointy ears and peppered kisses on his sharp jawline.

“Touch me,” you begged, insisting on what you wanted.

He chuckled at you, humming as he ran his nose along the column of your neck.

“Patience, patience (Y/N),” he purred.

He loved saying your name. When you were his queen he would ban anyone else from using it. He’d hoard it for himself like a treasure.

Wiggling you out of your sweatpants, he laid your back against the bench so that he could look at you properly. He thought the threadbare panties you were wearing were cute because they looked so utterly impoverished.

With your wide eyes and cheap clothes, you reminded him of one of the maids from the laundry, and he had to chase away dirty thoughts of dressing you in a maid’s outfit and fucking you in the laundry for his own amusement.

No, from this point on you’d be dressed in expensive, pretty underthings. You whined and he had to stop staring at your bare body underneath him and got to work jerking the ratty bra and panty set off of you.

His mouth watered and his hand immediately drifted from your shoulder down to your breast, cupping it and flicking your nipple with his thumb to watch it harden. Eating you up, his eyes couldn’t decide where to rest.

“Please!” you begged, bucking your hips at him, your pussy already shiny with arousal.

He grinned and leaned down over you to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Groaning at your flavor, he circled it and flicked it with his tongue, feeling your legs wrap themselves around his hips.

He had every intention of taking his time with you, wanting your first time together to be memorable, but you were grinding your hips against his chest and the scent of your arousal was perfuming the air. His cock felt like it was going to break out of his pants.

Before he missed the opportunity to taste you, he peeled your legs apart and dropped his head between them, lapping at your lips. He loved the way you tasted, earthy and sweet, parting your folds with his tongue to get more.

Your fingers twined in his hair as you pressed his head between your thighs. He took you up and up and up with his ministrations. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it for your benefit or simply because he was enjoying tasting you, but it didn’t really matter as you came squalling his name.

Unable to hold back any longer, he hurriedly flipped you over on the bench so your face was pressed into the seat, stuffing your sweatshirt under your cheek and hiked up your waist with one hand so your ass was at the right angle for him. His big hand spanned your hips and he held you up like you were nothing, notching his broad cockhead in your slick entrance.

“I’m going to make you mine (Y/N),” he warned you, though you couldn’t have possibly known what he meant by that.

“Please!” you groaned into your sweatshirt.

He smiled to himself as he thrust inside of you, unable to be soft or gentle, taking you with an edge of madness. In your head, this was all exactly as you would have dreamed it. His unhinged passion was exactly what you were missing in your real life. Of course, it could only exist in a dream. You had no idea what he was planning or the gravity of these words.

“Mine!” he groaned, almost foaming at the mouth as his clawed fingertips dug into your hips. You couldn’t do anything but scream and cry as he slammed his big hips into yours over and over again, bottoming out inside of you each time. He was huge, stretching you without mercy. Drool slipped down your lips and tears made your cheeks burn with salt.

Your cunt was needy and sensitive from your earlier orgasm and sucked his cock into you like it was starved, your walls spasming around him. A thick finger found your clit when he was determined to make you squeeze it even more. He wanted to learn to play your body like an instrument, extracting the pleasure he wanted from it.

“That’s it love,” he panted as he worked on you, feeling you were spiraling closer to another orgasm, “give it all to me.”

You couldn’t deny his demand, coming on his cock, his finger still circling your over sensitive clit. The first hint that something was strange came when you started sobbing.

“N-no, n-no,” you whimpered as he kept playing with your little nub, determined to push you into another orgasm before he emptied himself inside of you.

“Shhhh, love,” he purred, “you can do it, (Y/N). Lemme have another one.”

You tried to wriggle away from the stimulation, but his hand held you still and his heavy thrusts into you scattered your thoughts. Soon you were just whining, your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy clamped down on his cock. The orgasm he drew out of you surprised you and you came screaming his name. He roared, filling you with his hot, white seed as you wilted, limp in his arms.

You barely had a moment to catch your breath, however, before you were screaming. It felt like your body was tearing itself apart by the atoms. It wasn’t painful per say, but the sensation was all encompassing, blanking any other thought from your mind.

When you came to, you were still in Victor’s arms, but the air smelled different, sweet, like moonflowers. Your eyes blinked open and the two of you were in a dim, but cozy bedroom. The furniture was odd, not at all like modern designs with clean lines, but instead deeply decorated with reliefs of flowers and…fairies? The walls weren’t drywalled, but were instead bare, black granite covered with lovely tapestries in jewel tones.

“Wh-where am I?” you asked, twisting around to look at Victor, who was looking quite pleased with himself.

“Our bedroom,” he said, smiling at you and pushing a bit of hair out of your face.

“Wh-what?” you asked.

This dream had kind of gone off the rails. He sighed at you.

“You don’t need to live on Earth,” he pouted, “you should be here…with me. You will be here with me.”

You shook your head trying to wake yourself up. This was a dream! Victor wasn’t real! None of this was real! But it all felt very real. You felt his warmth on your skin and your pussy was slightly sore from his size.

“I-I don’t understand,” you murmured, trying to wrap your brain around this. Surely you would wake up soon. He cupped your cheek and searched your eyes.

“In the simplest terms, I stole you from your world and brought you to mine,” he said, smiling.

“But this is a dream…” you said.

He tipped his head and looked thoughtful.

“No my love, it never was,” he said, “every moment I’ve spent with you has been very real. I only needed to bind you to me as my mate so I could pull you into my realm.”

“Y-your m-mate?” you asked.

He grinned at you, but didn’t say anything. Really, there was nothing that needed to be said. There were a million things that could be said, but none of them would change the situation. Whatever the spell was or however long he had been planning this, while all legitimate questions you had in your mind, the answers wouldn’t take you back home.

“S-so, I didn’t make you up?” that seemed to be the most important thing to understand. Was Victor real?

“No, (Y/N),” he chuckled, “I’ve lived much, much longer than you and all that time searched for my mate. Can you imagine how surprised I was when I found her in the human realm? I came to your dreams to get to know you.”

Your eyes got big.

“You tricked me,” you pointed out.

He just looked at you mischievously and shrugged. Not really able to completely process what was happening, freshly fucked and still high on cum you looked around the room.

“So…do you have any food here?” you asked and he laughed.

“Yes, love,” he said, “I shall feed you!”

Satisfied with that answer, you let him wrap you in a blanket and carry you deeper into his castle.

#monster smut #x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster mate #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere monster #yandere x reader

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kurosstuff · 8 days

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Feel free to ignore this if it's too confusing, I myself got a lil confused while writing this.

A'ight so.

✨siren!vaggie x human!fisherman!reader x siren!charlie✨

One of the two gets overly curious and gets caught in one of readers nets, maybe charlie (sounds like smth she would do) and reader finds her and vaggie trying to get her out. Reader pulls out her fish knife to cut the net but vaggie gets the wrong idea and tries to stubornly fight her on land with her bare hands while the reader is franticaly trying to explain that she just wants to help. Just some silly first meeting shenanigans.

OMG Y3S- THIS IS SUCU A GOOD IDEA HELLOz

Also Idk anything fishing. I went fishing once when I was a little kid also short fic♡♡

LIKE UH- Charlie being a siren which? Are cruel creatures the counterpart to mermaids who are innocent(in a human aspect) kind? Like she actually is? He'll y3ah.

Siren! Charlie x fisherman!reader x Siren!Vaggie: unexpected meeting

Being a fisherman is fun- you don't have to worry about other humans stealing from you. Not usually- nor interacting with them. Just can sit back on a your deck waiting for something to catch in your net.

But there's a huge downside. You'll have encounters with other monsters. Land or sea doesn't matter. But- the one you've always hoped to never encounter. The one you like all over fisherman were warned about.

Sirens.

As beautiful as they are- just like mermaids yet oh so different. Known for luring any human to crash or to get into the water. To eat. Hell apparently- they don't always need to eat. They hunt for sport.

They hunt humans for fun

Shivering at the thought, you hummed, having to be more cautious as you set a net out into the ocean humming softly. Apparently, more monsters have been spotted - blinking, you turned hearing your name be called seeing the grumpy old man go up to you huffing. "You be careful, ok, kid?" The man grumbled the as usual Beer in his hand, making you frown - raising an eyebrow, he grunted "you don't know do you?"

"Know what-"

"The fucking siren sightings" he cut you off growling glaring in the water "twos been spotted near the town. You gotta be careful. You know the rules with handling them, right?" Seeing you nod, he hummed, patting your shoulder "after you're done. Come to my bar. I'll get you a drink. On the house. Owe you one anyways-" without waiting, he walked off.

Sighing, you nodded, slowly moving to set out your net. Never was a fan of using the pole. Making sure it was ready, you cast it into the water moving to sit on the chair you brought along sighing.

Now. You wait.

It was uneventful. Hours you waited. Nothing- it usually didn't take this long to get a pull from any fish. It was always active. Now? It wasn't. Like the fishes weren't around.

It was weird.

You almost gave up abour to pull the net in calling it a day- wasn't unrare of getting nor good pulls. Just rare to get none.

Before a pull from the net making you grin, "YES!" You cheerer pulling the net in- needing to use more force "fuck big catch today huh-" taking so much longer to pull in then usual.

You wondered what fish you caught' or like your luck. What trash did you bring in

But the second you pulled the net our. You stared at the being in the net. "What the fuck" you choked out confused at what you were even looking at.

A siren.

A fucking siren is in your net.

"H-hi, my names Charlie-" the siren spoke speaking, but you didn't really hear her as you stared. Confused. "So uh.. can you.. let me go?"

"But.. your.. a siren. You'll know?" Gesturing to her claws making her look down yelping looking up at you like a kicked puppy. As if you just told her a horrifying thing

"I'd never hurt a human!" She stuttered out, shaking her hands,"not intentionally - accidentally yeah sure their like super fragile, but.. no- no- sorry i -" she rambled. Blinking, the more you watched, the more you sighed. She - wasn't actually that dangerous. Well. She is. All sirens are

But she was like- a puppy? A sea puppy,

"Ok"

She froze, looking up at you, confused, her rambling cut short "ok I'll get you free-... need to get my knife to cut you free. That's the only way ok?" Seeing her nod, you hummed, pulling out your large knife walking to her

A bubbling noise was heard as you cut the net freeing her- not seeing her panicked face. As she watched the water. "Hey, you ok -" you were cut off by a blur jumping out of the water snarling loudly with a deep hiss charging right at you

"VAGGIE! NO-" the one siren from the net screamed out as another jumped onto you cutting your arm making you kick her off scared- terrified.

Is this how you die? From helping a siren? To be killed by another?

How unlucky can you be?

Holding your cut arm from the grumpy snarling siren- apparently named Vaggie as Charlie? You think - rushed forward, smiling, acting as if she was a mermaid. But - she's a siren, right? "Oh! Yes! I am a siren! But uh.. don't worry, me and Vaggie won't hurt you well... not again!" Charlie laughed awkwardly, rubbing her neck making you flush in embarrassment.

You said that aloud.

Sighing, glancing at vaggie, kicking the knife you used to free the taller siren for from you praying. That wasn't a mistake the snarling slowed, calming down "no no- i- sorry I was just trying to get some food- I uh- didnt mean to trap you.. didn't know sirens like- came here?"

Charlie grinned, nodding excited "oh! Me and my girlfriend Vaggie-" gesturing to the grumpy siren who glared you down "were cutting through were to meet with some mermaids-!" Smiling happy ad you hummed

"Mermaids? Seriously. Ok- Charlie, right?" Seeing her nod in agreement, making you hum softly "the mermaids aren't here. Well not now. Their off doing some hunting and what not. But careful you two. People know your here and not everyone will be nice like I am to you two"

That caused Vaggie to be on edge more so then she was already while Charlie? Didn't look worried at all.

Which concerned you.

"Wait' Charlie- don't tell me are you still gonna continu-" you were cut off by Charlie jumping into the lake. Swimming off as Vaggie stared at you. Unreadable

"I'm sorry" she spoke for the first time Grunting it out as if she never- or hardly spoke or apologied "Charlie does this. Jumps into things without much thought" making you nod slowly trying to understand- before you could reply to her.

She was gone. Following Charlie.

Staring off watching them both disappear you sighed. "..that's it I quit" you grumbled turning to pack up

#hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie #MONSTER AU

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Hey! I've been reading your writing and it's so good! Could you do a platonic! Alejandro x fem! younger sibling (9-11) reader that gets un willingly put onto the show on World tour and while doing a challenge gets injured,like draws blood injury,and very painful,so not only is Alejandro mad at chris for bringing you onto the show but also getting you injured, so it's comfort and angst!

(Also a bit of platonic cody and Sierra helping patch you up and keep you calm/distracted while Alejandro gets angry)

𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥…

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄!𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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♥💧 -> It was another day at the reality TV show named Total Drama.

♥💧 -> This time the show was being filmed in an airplane which was flying all around the world.

♥💧 -> All the contestants knew each other from the first season of the show.

♥💧 -> Well, at least that was until Chris announced that they were going to be 3 new team acquisitions.

♥💧 -> The first two people that got out of the bus were Sierra, a fanatic purple haired girl with slight stalker and obsessive tendencies and Alejandro, a gentleman of a Spanish boy with a charm to lure the girls into liking him.

♥💧 -> But then you jumped out of the bus with excitement bubbling in your eyes.

♥💧 -> Everyone looked at you, highly confused for a pair of seconds before frowning and looking at Chris with hatred.

♥💧 -> God, Why did he had to bring a kid to the show????

♥💧 -> Couldn't he, ya know, settle for only torturing grown up teenagers who could look up for themselves??

♥💧 -> But no! He had to bring a happy and bubbly girl to the show to crush her happiness and innocence with his stupid challenges!!

♥💧 -> Alejandro was quick to lift you from the ground and put you on his shoulders from where you smiled and waved at your new competence, getting a satisfactory number of waves and smiles back.

♥💧 -> Chris had the idea to bring a child to the show, explaining how the naive nature and bubbly happiness of a girl like you could rise the audience, and also let slip that you couldn't get eliminated until the program reached it's before semi-finals.

♥💧 -> Since then, you were placed in the Amazonic Team, proving yourself to be quite useful and gaining the liking from all the girls (and Cody) in the team.

♥💧 -> The episodes started to pass by and with every one of them you managed to raise the audience and also steal the heart of many of the cast of the show.

♥💧 -> Not only that! But Sierra also came to told you that your brand new Total Drama blog was her second most popular! only eclipsed by Cody's, who we all know is the fan favourite.

♥💧 -> But to everyone's dismay, in the eleventh episode, Jamaica me Sweat, something went horribly wrong.

♥💧 -> your brother strictly forbade you from diving in the shark and eel plagued waters so you obligued, not wanting to make your brother scared neither wanting to get eaten by a big scary fish.

♥💧 -> Chris let that one slip, internally knowing that the Total Drama fans would hate him if you by any chance got eaten by a shark or electrocuted by an eel.

♥💧 -> Anyways, the protection of your brother couldn't last forever and you knew that.

♥💧 -> So when you saw the scary and bad built "rollercoaster" in which your teams had to make the less time possible your breath got stuck in your troath.

♥💧 -> You turned to look at your brother with wide eyes and with a scared expression once you realised that all of the people in the team had to slide down at least once.

♥💧 -> Alejandro tried his best to comfort you, his mind loudly shouting to him to tell you to run away and hide so Chris couldn't make you do this, but he couldn't go against the host's rules or else he'll get himself eliminated, leaving the million dollars, and most incredibly important, You behind.

♥💧 -> You spent all the time before it came your turn to slide down attached to your big bro's hand, but eventually, his time to slide down came.

♥💧 -> You watched with incredible horror how your brother got on that kind of skateboard with Tyler, and rapidly clung onto Cody's side for comfort, hugging him without having the strength to take your eyes of your brother.

♥💧 -> He gave you a thumbs up before sliding down the slide, making Cody wrap his arms around you in the most comforting way his body allowed him.

♥💧 -> You were ready to tear up until you saw how Alejandro appeared uninjured and perfectly fine next to Chris after finishing his ride, giving you a wave as a way to let you know that everything was fine.

♥💧 -> You heard Heather's voice next to you, and you let go of Cody with a bit of hesitance, following the black haired girl to your skate.

♥💧 -> Because you were going to ride down that dangerous slide with her.

♥💧 -> You weren't afraid of Heather since she was on your team and not even once did something to mess with you, so your entire trust was on her.

♥💧 -> She sat herself at the front, knowing you'd be a little less scared if you got to clung to her waist, and let you sit beside her, making sure to check if you were comfortable in your position before slowly pulling the skateboard closer to the start of the ride.

♥💧 -> In the blinking of an eye the skateboard started sliding down the bad built and terrifying rollercoaster and you could only bring yourself to scream at the top of your lungs, tears forming in your eyes, as you clung onto Heather's waist for dear life, also hearing her terrified screams.

♥💧 -> You felt your head spin and your stomach turn upside down when you went through the many lupins and curves, your skin growing pale as the ride went by.

♥💧 -> When you were about to end that hell of a ride, a poorly placed wooden board making the skate give a little jump.

♥💧 -> Your lost balance thanks to that little inconvenience and your body went slightly to the left, making the skate gain a speed it shouldn't have gained.

♥💧 -> Your hands slipped from Heather waist as you screamed for dear life, you fell of the wooden skateboard and you were quick to put all your weight backwards so you landed on the bad built rollercoaster so you didn't fall from that dangerous height to the empty swimming pool.

♥💧 -> Your idea was a success and you fell on the slide, but thanks to the inclination of the rollercoaster your body started going down the last 5 meters or so of the slide, making you scream in fear and pain while the tears streamed down your cheeks.

♥💧 -> Your body started to ve hit and get cut thanks to the different and badly united metal and wooden boards.

♥💧 -> Finally your body reached the end of the slide, falling for 3 meters until it made contact with the hard floor of the empty pool.

♥💧 -> You let out a scream of pain as the tears started falling down your cheeks at an incredibly amount.

♥💧 -> The contestants, and most important, your brother came running to your aid, everyone sighing in relief when Courtney announced that there were no broken bones or internal injuries.

♥💧 -> You were still crying and your body was trembling as Alejandro started feeling his fist firmly closing.

♥💧 -> His gaze was almost animalistic when he turned around to face Chris, making the host gulp in fear as he took a few steps back.

♥💧 -> Alejandro wasted no time in walking to him and once he was close enough he started screaming things in Spanish that only you and him could understand, your eyes widening through the pain when you heard the number of bad words and insults he was saying in your native language.

♥💧 -> Your head felt fuzzy from the fall and the rollercoaster ride, and the screams your brother said only made it worse, making your enviropment look and feel distant.

♥💧 -> Well, that was at least until you felt the people who were before panicking around you slowly disapearing, reducing their number to two teenagers.

♥💧 -> Before you could identify them, you felt how you were lifted from the ground, and without the strength to get out from the teenager's grip, you blinked a few times trying to identify the person who was lifting you.

♥💧 -> When the oh so familiar smell of grape shampoo hit your nose you knew that the person holding you was Sierra.

♥💧 -> ❝Don't worry Y/N, we've got you!❞ she exclaimed in a low volume, not wanting to hear your head more, and with a wide grin on her face.

♥💧 -> You blinked again, genuinely confused, "we"? Were was the other person?

♥💧 -> You suddenly felt how you were placed down in a deck chair, and as seconds flew by your senses started to function the right way again.

♥💧 -> You blinked as a small smile creeped it's way to your lips, feeling safe near the presence of the purple haired girl.

♥💧 -> ❝I've got the bandages!❞ you heard Cody say, you lifted yourself slightly, now sitting on the deck chair instead of laying on it, and you saw Cody walking at a quick pace to your side, in one of his hand a first aid kit he somehow borrowed, or stealed.

♥💧 -> As the brown haired boy treated your wounds you rested your head on Sierra's shoulder (she was sitting next to you) while she slightly hugged your side.

♥💧 -> You felt at peace with them, and you knew that they were going to take good care of you until your brother came to your side again.

♥💧 -> But until then, you'll keep tiredly smiling at the worried teenagers as a way to show them you truly appreciated them with all your heart.

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hyper-pixels · 11 months

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Analog Horror List

Analog horror is uniquely known for its low quality and low visual styles. Or VHS style. They can widely range to a found footage or a visual guide style formatting.

Here are some noted ones:

These videos can contain disturbing content, as well as content that can induce a epileptic seizure if you choose to watch any of them.

2h32: A series of videos that are all two minutes and thirty-two seconds long.

Backrooms - The Otherside: A found footage of the back rooms.

Basswood County: Humanoid creatures that kill humans.

Cave Crawler: A video game (no commentary) about a special remote controlled bot meant to look for missing people (or bodies) in caves.

Chezzkids Archives: An archive of games from a website called Chezzkids. The developer went missing and her photos are showing up in the game. May need to have an episode explain it (this one by Minaxa did it well) as there are clues outside of the videos as well.

Cloud Observation: A short observation video on a cloud that seems to be growing limbs.

Escape the Backrooms: A combination of found footages and commercials, it details the backroom and people trying to escape from it.

Eventide - Anomaly Infestation: A news report of anomalies.

Fear Virus: A quick guide on how to protect yourself from a new, highly infectious virus that causes mutations in humans to become something they fear.

Floaters: A video and short guide. It details how humans are suddenly floating into the air.

Gemini Home Entertainment: A series of VHS styled video tapes. Neptune has mutated and is now infecting Earth with strange things called "woodcrawlers" and other mysterious happenings.

Green Mountain Broadcast Center: A archival for tapes. Only one on this channel labled "Live Traffic" which documents a strange storm.

Greylock: One of my favorites so far. About the government experimenting with tulpa and possibly uncovering an ancient god.

Happy Meat Farms: Animal testing that causes severe deformities.

Hi I'm Mary Mary: A woman wakes up in a house with no exits. She then has to face her greatest fears.

Identity Test: A test on whether or not you can tell the difference between normal faces, and distorted ones.

Itch File: A diver touches a random creature that ejects a pus like substance on him with a virus. Severe trypophobia warning.

Koala Superdeep Borehole Incident: The deepest man-made hole has a bit of an unnerving find.

Local 58 Season One: A news station trying to report on the news, when a broadcast alert stating to not look at the moon is reported. Season two

Harmony and Horror: A VHS style of film. as you watch, you discover the oddities and mysteries of the toys tore.

Marble Hornets: You know what this is.

Mister Manticore: Asks you to memorize a picture before asking you to find the differences. Has quick fleshing images.

Midwest Angelica: A piece of an alien breaks away and onto Earth as it passes the exosphere. It quickly folds into horror beyond comprehension.

Monument Mythos Season One: In an alternate world, where the statues seem to be more than just simple monuments. Season Two Season Three

Omega Mart Ad Compilation: Adds that are attempting to be targeted towards humans. More silly and deranged than scary.

Raining Fire (EAS Snario): A EAS scenario of a mentor shower suddenly hailing Earth on Christmas Eve. Leading to event after event.

Surreal Broadcast: A news station with things happening in the background that are related to a cult. Season Two Season Three

Searching for the Five: Five men suddenly disappeared, only leaving behind a few clues.

Sinkhole: A very hungry sinkhole.

Stone Cold Series: Strange eyes have suddenly started to show up in the night.

The Anglers Trap: A guide on what to do when you encounter a tree called the anglers trap. Which lures in humans like an angler fish.

The Backrooms: Where it all started, I believe. The Backrooms are limital spaces.

The Children Under the House: A therapist tries to find out why a young girl has suddenly stopped talking. Her imaginary friends of course, know why.

The Mandela Catalogue: Hostile creatures called alternates (alters for short) that mimic humans, but don't do it quite right. It mixed Christianity and horror together.

The Oldest View: A man finds a random stairwell in a tree that leads miles down. It turns out it's an old mall. Made by the same man who created the Backrooms.

The Scrimblo Catalogue: A joke analog horror based off of a twitter meme. Part Two

The Smile Tapes: A new fungai releases spores that infect humans that causes the muscle in the faces to distort into a smile and causes hysteria.

The Swarm: Aggressive, hungry mosquitos created by a science project gone wrong.

The Quentin Sanders Tapes: A man named Quentin sanders goes to Foxwood university only to discover a eldritch monster.

The Walten Files: Possessed animatronics, one of the founder's family goes missing while the other conspired against them. And not to forget the possessed animatronics.

They Lie Above: Follows the story of a son of a missing farmer who was abducted by aliens, and Neil Armstrong. Who's memories were erased after encountering a alien space craft.

VibingLeaf: Three videos that have a early youtube "lost videos" esque style.

Vita Carnis: A guide on strange fauna and flora seemingly made entirely, out of meat.

White Door Opened: Set in Poland, monsters and strange red mist begins to spread. Of course it starts with humans messing with things they shouldn't mess with.

Winter of 83: Snowmen come to life, and they aren't happy.

-Did I miss any? Let me know! I'll try to keep this updated as I deeper and deeper, but I can't catch everything.

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 18: Twi x Reader(Fem) -continuation of Day 17- Rut

Summary:Meeting all the night dwelling creatures that you now live with, there was one that held back from you during a specific time of the year. Time has to teach the ways of a Werewolf's rut so Twilight can stop denying his and causing himself pain by doing so. After all, a rut is only once a year.

Content caution: Knotting, nothing heavy just simple smut. Twi having a knot is my personal HC for him.

Word count: 2,384

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Almost four months into living in a mansion full of mythical creatures, you became very familiar with all of them. They all had their own quirks, hobbies and desires that you participated in. none of them were as you thought they would be or how the old myths told. The first day you had met the Deity, Vampire and Hybrid, a few days later you were introduced to the rest of them.

The Dragon: Wild was shy at first, hiding the left side of his body from your view. Beautiful blue scales shimmered along the back of his arms, outside of his legs, tops of his feet and hand, most of his back, his neck and ears. The scales size became smaller as they got closer to smooth skin lining the rest of his body, including his neck and face. On the right side of his face, small rounded scales lined his cheek bone, eyebrow and the beginning of his jawline. But what he hid on the left side was burnt off or partly destroyed scales. His left ear was only scars and he hid himself away until you convinced him to give you a chance. Once he came out of his shell, you had to wonder if he needed to be called the Succubus instead of Warriors. Wild knew how to heat things up, literally… he's a fire breather… His skin was much warmer than anyone else's and his nether region was no different. The extra heat sliding in and out of you added to your stimulation and the ability to relax. He had no shame in where he wanted to lay you down and treat you like treasure.

The Mer: Grumpy, moody, prickly and instigator were all the words that came to mind when meeting Legend. On two feet he bantered and messed with the others like an older brother would, but kept a stony expression. He got a kick out of ruffling Warriors feathers the most. It seemed like everyone knew that this was his way to show he cared, yet still keep them at arm's reach. Under the mansion was an underwater cave system for him to thrive when he got tired of two legs. When he 'secretly' asked you to join him, his sweeter side came through. You did protest at first since you couldn't breath underwater or keep up with him. He fished out two bracelets and a necklace for when you got into the waters. With the jewelry in place, two legs became a long, dramatic, shimmering black and teal tail. It reminded you of a Betta Fish Tail. Gills along your ribs allowed you to breathe and you got to mark off 'sex in water' off your bucket list. You honestly didn’t know why Legend ever left the water.

The Fae: Hyrule seemed too sweet to be Fae, but then again the only things you had heard about his kind were that they were scary creatures that only lived in the forest. They coaxed adults to the woods for more of a pleasurable reason and or just to take things of value, giving them the nickname Woodland Sirens. Well, the stories you heard weren't wrong. Hyrule could be scary when he wanted to be and he had a voice that could lure anyone into the darkness of the woods. He didn't use his voice for himself though, he used it to help the Vampires in the house. You allowed him to use his voice on you, and it worked similar to the charm spell, but without the pain blocker it had. He also liked to take things that belonged to you, antagonizing you to follow him. What happened when you got to him was a sweet frenzy of flirty lust.

The Shadow: Four was something no one could prove and less could explain. He was what the rest called a Shadow Jumper. If his own shadow was showing, he could fall right into it and if there were other shadows being casted, he could move into those even if his own wasn’t there. It made you question when he was there or not, but Four was modest and respectful… outside of the bedroom. He wasn’t much of a physical contact kind of person and it led to some funny pranks, but mentally wore him down. If Four jumped into someone else's shadow to hide or travel undetected, he could feel that person's emotions fully. Putting that with the dislike for contact, your time with him alone was very different than the others. He slipped into your shadow and could feel you. You obviously made sure that your own emotions were in check when he needed a safe place to decompress. This isn’t to say that you two never became intimate in the way of sex, but your connection was at a different level of intimacy while he dwelled in your shadow, absorbing your state of relaxation, feeding off of it to feel whole.

Fallen Angel: The heavens lost a good one the day Sky fell to the surface. He was devoted to his duties, but his worldly desires were too great of a temptation. All his once golden covert feathers were ash gray and black and it was taking over his secondary feathers. His primary feathers would soon be the same. Day to day his eyes were a beautiful blue, but when his desires rose, they were solid black, no whites to be seen and teeth would be sharper. He was the rougher of the nine men since he was fighting himself to have you, but you loved it. It meant that the passion was more fierce and damning the moment he let go and stopped fighting himself. He never hurt you, but he didn’t play nice either as he pinned you down under him, restricting all movement as he selfishly sought out his wants. The first time he did this with you, he was mortified and sounded like an old record repeating his apologies. You just wished he would shut up and do it again.

There was one left… Twilight, the Werewolf. He and Sky were probably the biggest sweethearts, but Twilight locked himself away from the world nearly a week ago. He had done it a couple of days after you arrived, bringing confusion and worry to your mind.

Time found you sitting alone in the morning sun, mug full of coffee untouched. Expressing your concern over Twilight, he smiled and shook his head, explaining what the problem really was. “Twilight is a Werewolf, Sweetness. He goes into a rut once a year and he doesn't want to scare you away by it.”

A rut. It didn’t make sense at first until the details were shared. Twilight had the need to breed and it was nearly irresistible. Denying the rut was painful for him, even if he took surppressants, but he was terrified to hurt you. The second you saw Twilight that morning you dragged him outside by his ear so you could give him a piece of your mind over the situation. Of course you won, with Time’s help. Twilight had one condition though: Time needed to teach you what to expect. Twi would have done it himself, but with a recent denied rut, being with you could cause it to come back stronger.

When the day arrived for you to help your dear Werewolf, Time escorted you to the other’s room. He gave an encouraging smile, kissing your cheek. “Why can’t you come with me?”

“Not that I don’t want to see you all blissed out, but he won’t react well to another werewolf in the room, even if I am only half now. The rut changes the mind and any threat to him from another can lead to violence.”

“But you aren’t a threat to him.”

“Normally no. He will see you as his and me as competition. He is still him and is gentle, but this is a dominance need.” He looked you over. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, just don’t know if I’ll be enough.”

Time laughed softly, “Believe me, you are enough. Go on, I’ll make sure no one tries to come in.” With that, you walked into the dimmed room.

Taking a moment for your eyes to adjust, you could smell the heady musk smell of Twilight. It wasn’t a nasty odor, but a smell that affected you biologically. Time warned you of it and how it would make your mouth water, heart rate rise and begin to make you aroused. He wasn’t kidding… Eyes adapted you saw the state of the room that was once perfectly organized now disarrayed with Twilight nowhere in sight, but the feeling of eyes on you had you frozen in place.

From the shadows at your back was where Twilight lingered. Silent feet stopped behind you and the feeling that you were prey grew. His forehead rested on your crown, nose pressing into your hair while inhaling deeply at your neck. Two strong hands slid onto your hips, pulling you closer to his burning body. Those hands found soft skin to hold under your loose shirt, gripping you tightly.

Twilight nipped at your neck and shoulder, grinding his rut induced erection against your ass, seeking friction from you. His voice was deeper when he spoke. "I- You- stop me if-"

You pressed further back, rolling your hips against him. "Don't hold back."

He had a rumble deep in his chest when you moved your hair off to the side, scenting you to cover up anyone else's. His hands wondered, leaving a pleasant trail of warmth to your chest, then all the way down to your shorts, cupping you from the outside.

Turning around in his arms you meet his eyes, pupils blown wide, nearly taking over all the blue. He looked to be in pain with his brow scrunched. You soothe his worries with a lip-lock, getting him to advance.

As if your clothes were mere paper, he tore them off of you, making you smile and moan. He apparently liked the carefree sounds you made because he gave another rumble in his chest as he walked you backwards to the bed stacked with pillows.

Lying back, Twilight nosed his way between your legs, teasing along the way with his mouth to your inner thighs. He sucked in a sharp breath when he came face to face with your sex, already wet and wanting. He took a deep breath in, inhaling the sweet scent of pheromones. His tongue licked across you, forcing a sigh of relief that he finally had his mouth on you. He earnestly licked you open, lapped at your folds and devoured your clit as fingers made sure you could handle him, all , of him.

Time had shown you how a knot worked, but Time’s own knot was not as prominent ever since Fierce bit him. You felt so full when knotted to Time… Twi was going to split you in half in the best way.

Being so devoted between your legs, Twilight got you to cum and slurped you up until clean. Crawling back up to cover you with himself, you spread your legs apart and up. He growls at you presenting yourself to him, slowly losing himself to his own needs.

He took himself in hand, hissing at the contact and rubbed his tip just enough between your folds to get him slick. Both of you moaned as he penetrated you, working himself in as far as he could. He was huge, taking the air from your lungs and thoughts from your mind. His raspy voice was the only thing residing in your head as he said, “You are mine… Mine. ”

The immediate thrusting following his words were encouraged by the moans, hollers, chanting and begging. Hearing the begging made Twilight think that he wasn’t doing good enough and not meeting your needs even though he was the one in a rut. He pulled out much to your dismay and protesting, but had you turned over up on your knees and elbows. He had you truly exposed for his eyes to gaze at. Twi grabbed ahold of your hips to place you at the height he wanted your hips to be, then started to fill you. In this position he was hitting the perfect angle to keep constant attack on your tight walls with his swollen cock. At this rate you were going to cum again, especially when you began to meet his thrusts.

Nails and teeth latched onto you as you felt his knot begin to inflate, catching the rim of your entrance. He snarled and bit down on your shoulder when the knot stretched you wide, filling you to the brim and locking you two in place. Warmth could be felt spilling into you as Twilight came for the first time since his rut came along. He kept himself draped over your back as he laid you two down onto one side so the knot wasn’t tugged on. His fogged mind gained some clarity while you gave praises on how good he did for you and that you were proud of him finally letting go, even if it was only a little bit. Time assured you that with each round that took place, Twi would fall into place with his instincts.

A happy rumble was made behind your ear as he laid soft kisses there. Nearly unable to use words, Twi wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck, giving one or two words before exhaustion took him.

You squeezed in curiosity around the knot feeling the size difference from his shaft and the bulb at the base. You covered your mouth as a wave of intense overstimulation went through you. And he wanted to keep this away from you? Never again. You wanted this. There was no rush though, especially since the rut would be lasting days and multiple rounds a day, each one becoming more desperate to breed you.

In a house full of creatures that wanted you in every way, you were never going to go unsatisfied and you were going to repay that favor in full ever chance you had.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #twilight x reader #twi x reader

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adelaidedrubman · 26 days

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wip. well it’s been a minute.

i was tagged on this fateful wednesday by @cassietrn and uuuhhhh since before last time by @gwynbleidd @the-silver-chronicles @nightbloodbix @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @socially-awkward-skeleton @quickhacked thank you all! sending fresh tags out to y’all who tagged me a bit ago (+additional outgoing tags beneath cut + opt in post)

well thirty minutes in looks like hook, line, and sinker is in the lead. so here’s a little excerpt from chapter 4 i think i’ve posted a tiny bit of before, but mostly new or reworked. warnings for johnjess typical wanting to kill each other with violence and weapons as well as they wander around on the compound island

“Would you really rather wander off into the wilderness to get mauled to death by wild animals than wait for me to lead?” Perhaps he should let her, he considered as she continued without a word of acknowledgement and a dismissive wave to show the silence was intentional. Since she was so stubbornly set on it. Avoid the problem of how to smuggle her out at daybreak by allowing Jacob’s overeager wolves prowling the woods to make quick work of her. Let the entire thing be nothing more than an unhappy memory, without even having to worry about disposing of the body. If it weren’t for her potential to lure Nick and Kim back into his life and through the Gates of Eden, he thought he would.

But since she could still serve some use before dying painfully for her sins, he would continue to nip at her heels for a bit longer. He hurried along behind her, jogging slightly to catch up. “All the local children will gather around the campfire to tell tales of the Little Red Riding Hood who skipped straight into Big Bad Wolf’s open maw rather than ask the Woodsman for directions.” This earned him a toss of her head to look at him over her shoulder. “You cannot seriously think of yourself as the Woodsman in that analogy,” she scoffed, shaking her head as she turned back to front. “I doubt you’re any better with an axe than you are a fishing pole.” He thought he would do quite well with an axe at the moment, actually. “You rip my heart out, Jessie,” he whined with feigned hurt as he trailed behind her, staying close enough he could lean in to tower over her. “For my part, I think you’d look absolutely darling in a little red cape.” “I think you’d look real fuckin’ good with your throat slit!” she replied. “Think I’d really enjoy doing that,” she added, holding up a finger to signal pause, then wagging it at him. “Not across — nothing that damages your windpipe and lets you die fast. On the sides,” she explained, tracing her index in lines of three on either side of her neck, avoiding where arteries lay in her pantomime. “Shallow, upward angle. Give you gills like a fish, then hold you underwater and see how long you can breathe with ’em.” He turned his head to the side to look at her as they marched onward, giving her a series of blinks just a bit too slow to be read as a batting of his eyelashes. “Oh, Jessie,” he sighed. He sped up to gain ground ahead of her, so that he could then come to a standstill in front of her as if stopped in his tracks as he brought a hand to rest above his left breast. “It’s dangerous to talk like that. I might fall in love for real.” She swung her head to the side to glare at him. “Certainly wouldn’t wanna fuckin’ risk that,” she replied. “Better we don’t talk at all.”

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#arrested development narrator: jessie would continue talking to john for at least another hour #i really need to wrap up this chapter it’s so close to being done i just need to kick myself in the ass #wip

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obsessive-valentine · 5 months

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Yandere!Fisherman x Selkie!Reader

(PT.2)

Part 1

Theodore grows closer to the woman of his dreams, however the possibility the selkie could disappear under the water and never return has his leg bouncing and a growing desire to reach in and pull you from the water. He comes up with clever ways to keep your curiosity on him and attempts to suppress his urges to rip you from the ocean, that would scare you off for good if gone wrong.

He continued to stare into her eyes “Holy shit” he mumbled to himself sitting back into his chair, he wiped his face from his forehead to chin with his palm reliving disbelief again when he opened his eyes and saw her still there. She seemed confused by his reaction, her subtle curiosity changed into a concern stricken face, eyebrows furrowed and nose slightly flared as her head lifted a bit further out the water; her frown was still hidden under the blue but Theo got the hint.

His mouth open and closed like a fish as he wondered what he should do or say. Would she even understand me? I should have listened to gramps stories, that might have given me a clue what to do. “It’s okay, I’m okay, just never seen...” what should he call her? It felt wrong to call her selkie she’s so much more real to be given a made up name that’s not even a name, but he can’t just call you a creature no to derogatory... how does he go about asking your name, do selkies have names?

He rubbed his eyes mustering courage to speak “Do you have a name? I’m Theo” he blurted looking down at her again realising she had become more interested in on of his fishing lines pulling on it until she saw the end with the colourful bait. She had stop mid motion when hearing him talking to her; her hand over her head holding the line, the lure dangled in front of her face she tiled her head to look at him blankly.

God Theo never felt so dumb, of course she can’t speak. He almost face palmed before- “Theo” she acknowledged by repeating his name moving closer to the boat and pulling herself up on the ledge; body still in the water but arms sling over the boat side.

Butterflies welled up in his stomach migrating to his chest and heart fluttering when he heard the voice he almost looked to the sky’s thinking a divine being was speaking to him from the clouds. However now he had a good look at those lips he had no trouble believing such a voice could come from such desirable lips. He swallowed harshly “no name?” He asked again grasping to some clarity in his love fogged head, she shook her head in reply. ‘Odd’ was all he could think before anxiety alarms blared in his head.

He snatched the baited hook from her hands as she prodded at it, fingers tapping closer and closer to the sharp hook. Almost instantly regretting it as her hands recoiled so fast like they had been slapped away pushing off the boat as her body splashed back into the ocean. He fumbled instinctually once again leaning dangerously over the boat edge and thrusting his arm into the water to grasp the selkie. He’s not sure what he would have done had he grasped her, try to explain he was protecting her from a nasty prick maybe or apologise profusely.

Didn’t matter though, the selkie was long gone probably retrieved her coat and hidden among other seal friends. He hadn’t noticed a string of ‘no’s, ‘wait’s and such that were now reduced to mumbled were leaving his mouth until he ran his fingers through his hair and caught his breath.

He reluctantly went home that night after waiting a few hours longer looking for a seal beneath the waves.

...

He’d spend most of the night collecting any pretty objects laying around his cabin, anything to lure her and offer as an apology, remembering how lovingly she stared at the colours of the lure and shine of the metal. He’s going to make it up to her, he will be better.

He was heart broken seeing she wasn’t waiting in his boat but nevertheless he set out on his boat with a bucket of shiny and vibrant things by his feet his eyes scanned ever centimetre of the ocean surface, only to find she wasn’t in the ocean but rather resting on near by rocks watching from afar. His brain almost melted at the sight and hearts formed in his eyes.

He jumped to his feet with bucket in his hand taking a small handful of stuff hoping selkies had good eyesight and could see the offerings. Gracefully she slid into the water and seemed to be approaching him until she wasn’t and disappeared once again. Theo almost spilled the bucket when dropping it to the ground in frustration he sat in silence trying to come up with another plan.

That’s until some bumps and taps and a bit of scraping was heard from the bottom and then side of his boat, he turned sharply holding his breath and sighing relief when he saw those damned eyes again. With a armful of handpicked shells, rocks and a rather pretty but very alive crab she dumped her collection into his boat and they tumbled to the floor at his feet, the crab scurried off, though she couldn’t careless with her hand outstretched to something.

He tore his eyes from the beautiful pile of ocean gems, things you rarely find washed up but maybe in a expensive beach store, looking to where she was pointing ... “the bucket?” Theo assumed slowly grabbing it and placing it in front of her on a bench so she could lean over and look. She nodded grasping it and sticking almost her full face in it taking in the odd shapes and odd colours.

Theo watched on, perhaps she was trading? After seeing the fascinating things in the fisherman’s hands she retrieved her collection as a currency. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Theo watching the selkie rummage through the bucket of items occasionally taking one out and adding it to the neat row of seemingly favourites.

Despite finding her objects mesmerising all the same nothing could take his attention from the beauty in front of him “you want to sit in the boat?” He offered after watching her readjust her grip several times. She looked up at him and a small smile formed on her face of approval and in turn his.

“come on” he gently cooed at her offering his hands, from there he pulled her up to the boat becoming flushed at the realisation she was still naked, her skin was softer than he’d imagine almost to delicate for a creature withstanding the harsh cold of the ocean. Letting go of her arms once she was sat his eyes wandered to the seal skin under her arm that carelessly dropped to the bench when she reached for the bucket to continue her search.

The horrible desire to snatch it from the bench and lock it away to keep the poor girl bound to him for eternity fogged his mind. He grimaced as bile climbed throat at such a cruel thought. He shifted his eyes back to her face trying to ignore the naked figure in his peripheral, how can she be so naive to get so close with a stranger especially leaving a personification of her freedom within arms reach.

He shook his head ‘this is why I have to protect her, she needs me, humans can be cruel I have to protect her from them and keep her unharmed, untouched’. Grabbing his jacket he inched closer and slowly draped it over her, he knows she isn’t cold nor does she seem to care to cover up, but Theo tucked her into the jacket anyways... partially for his own sakes afraid all blood will leave his brain and embarrassingly migrate south if he caught another glimpse of her body.

She seemed to enjoy the comfort of the jacket contently carrying on sorting the bucket of oddities, Theo sat across from her watching her mostly but also picking up a few of her finds and asking her where she found them, while also explaining what some objects are that she had picked. He’s unsure she understood fully but she hummed along and would speak broken sentences here and there.

They would do this till sundown until he has to leave. He promises to meet her again at sunrise, no later.

#yandere #yandere fisherman #selkie #x reader #yandere oc

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insomuse · 1 year

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- ̗̀May I have some TWST boys with their GN!S/O who treats Grim like their baby (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) you can choose whoever characters you wanna put! I don't mind!

My baby, our baby.

▸SFW. ▸GN! Reader . ▸Req?: Si~

៶𖥨. He knew you and Grim were close. But not as close for a parent-child bond?

៶𖥨. Albeit it just made him fall even more in love with you by how attentive and caring you are for the feline. He’s always in a daze when he Watches you and Grim interact.

៶𖥨. He even gives you tips and tricks that he has used on the others he’s raised, and it works like a charm!

Grim’s stubborn and not listening?

Lure him in with bribery and that he won’t get it until he listens fufu~

៶𖥨.Although this Fae doesn’t mind how parently you are to Grim, he does suggest that you two get alone time too.

You can literally go a day without Grim and vice versa. Please, you’ll both live! Ace and Deuce will take him- totally- he didn’t blackmail them or anything…

៶𖥨. But other than that, he does love playing family with you two~ it gives him an excuse to prep family dinners more often!.. Just- pray. Believer or not… pray and write a will while you’re at it..

⌁. Doesn’t like the sharing of attention… well, it was okay at first. But then it got to be too much.

He treats it like a competition.

And yes, you do give him plenty of attention, he’s just stubborn and greedy. He needs to understand that Grim is your baby and that’s final.

⌁. Grim is also a bit against your relationship with Floyd— that eel keeps tricking and getting him trouble!

⌁. Step dad and step child going head to head type beat.

⌁. Floyd is subtle when you’re not looking with his threats to that cat, but said cat is loud with it and points out what he’s doing only for you to turn and see Floyd busy with something and quirk a brow at Grim.

Floyd shoots a quick grin in Grim’s direction and then go back yo feigning innocence.

It don’t stop there!

⌁. Grim is laying on your lap being petted? He wants to take over.

You’re feeding Grim by hand? That’s his spot now. And in his words; sharing is caring and you agreed much to Grim’s dismay.

Bathing Grim? He tried to replace when you weren’t looking, but he just got bashed in the face with a Loofah while you sported a glowing blush and a hissing Grim blasting fireballs instead..

⌁. That was not a good idea…. This only resorted in you giving Grim more attention in comforting after what he witnessed.

Those innocent feline eyes are forever tainted.

⌁. Jade teases him about this attempt. Jade knows he could do better than this. I guess it is true that love makes you stupid.

Bah! Jade is the stupid one, he don’t know what he’s talking about.. well— maybe- just a tad?

𒀭He finds it amusing and joins in as treating Grim as his own once the two of you are official.

𒀭 He loves how caring you are to the talking feline!

𒀭 He dotes and spoils Grim like no tomorrow.

𒀭 You can’t afford the Mostro sea fish special? Did you forget who you’re married to?? Yes, you heard that right. He tells and brags to everyone about his apparent spouse and child. But Jamil is right behind him to explain that he has yet to actually get married when people look confused and panicked about missing some wedding— especially Kalim’s!

𒀭 Grim is baffled by how far Kalim takes it but has no complaints since he has an unlimited amount of tuna, new collars and anything else he could ever wantbecause of it.

𒀭 And you; absolutely embarrassed but yet, glowing in pride and happiness at your newfound title.

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