#fucked up deer looking human thing whatever creature

[solcarow]

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#. hm.. thinking about la chopper ……. mayb he shud look like a capybara #fucked up deer looking human thing whatever creature #solar-talks #i was talking abt this w my sister but like i think it was a really fun choice not to disclose how kuina died in la #like when i first watched his backstory in la i really thought he was going on some revenge quest or something #so watching ep19 was really fucked up actually i remember being real iffy about it but god the Layers #zoro’s thing with fate and not really luck but his acceptance of wtvr outcome he gets is doing some cocomelon shit tio my brain #itd b so neat if they revealed her death in loguetown like Come On having it right beside the kitetsu scene would b such a smart choice #WITH TASHIGI god i hope they give tashigi a little more something #ok now im thinking abt the la changes … #what iv noticed is how they seemed to isolate the eastblue kids from their islands a little more .. not exactly a flaw tho #zoros basically the same but usopp didnt have his oh my god i just realised usopp didnt have his babyguy gang oh my godddd THAT was what was #missing my whole train of thoughts derailed NOOO USOPPS BABYSITTER CHARACTER TRAIT …….i get it they couldnt fit the vegetable kids bc #of the tone but waugh…. primarily hanging out w a bunch of 8yos says so much abt him………. it was cute #anyways back to it yeah they didnt syrup village noticing his absence and the rest of baraties connection w 3ji which honestly i dont #really mind either i think the only ): to me was how they did cocoyashi #lost a bit of it’s depth my making them hostile to nami tbh #its a good thing i watched the anime After la bc i feel like i wouldve been way sadder abt that decision #these arent real complaints btw the la did a reaaallyy great job #if they didnt i really wouldnt be here thinking about this show . in depth . god how did it come to this SKFHDJFJSHF #anywho . they missed some bits of course but oughhh they did baratie really good .. #ill b honest zeff n 3jis backstory is seriously my favorite thing about the la #some ​absolutely breathtaking execution it really Got Me .. #the all blue speech …. taz skylr yuoure line delivery skills are insane #whats rlly crazy is how when u take away 3ji’s 1 flaw hes fucking unstoppable . why r u favorite character material . explode forever #head in hands its the themes of hunger .. hate it here so bad ….. #ack he grows on u like mold . it was the stupid curry filler episode that got me i rewatched a while ago goddd hes so annoyinggggggg #the curry filler ep was cute . i liked it . <- mad about it #ugh spent 2 hrs writing these tags i dont wanna do my psychology essay .. nico robin save me ……. save me nico robin ……………..

[x-candy-guts-x]

Yautja x reader

Part two

Woooo another one baby

Again I suck ass at writing so this is gonna be yet another bucket of paint thrown at a wall and just hope to god it comes out coherent

OK ANYWAY

• you were originally abducted by another alien race. It started out just living your life going to work and coming home rinse, wash and repeat. But you started getting weird little signs that something wasn’t normal. Weird feelings in your head that turned into dizziness that lead to a particularly aggressive fainting spell in your own home.

• you woke up in a metal room. At first you were scared you had been drugged and kidnapped- not far from the truth but you thought it had at worst been traffickers not whatever the hell that thing was staring at you through the glass like door. It was slender small and gray with big eyes.

•you found out that they weren’t actually hostile and just wanted some info on you and some dna. They said they would bring you back home once they were done. But the universe had other plans. The ship was attacked and you among a few of the crew were taken hostage and thrown into cages. You had collars fashioned around your necks and were treated like pets. Or product.

•the ship landed on a strange planet with two suns. It felt arid but off behind the ship was a massive rainforest like place. And in front in a small distance was a city.

•taken into the city you were all being sold off. You tried to fight against the chain and you even bit the giant armored lizard fuck who dared to grab your chin to get a closer look. The kinder aliens who took you to begin with had give you a translator behind your ear. You were able to figure some things out. Like their species; the yautja and the planet.

•you were the last one who had yet to be sold. One yautja in particular came up and asked about you. He was about 7ft, leaner and had darker tones in his scales. Mostly muddied grays and black. The seller went and took off the chain. You still had the collar like mechanism however. As soon as he did you ran. You dodged between people and headed to the forest. They had tried to chase you down and even activated the collars shocking abilities but you kept going. Even after blood ran down your torso from the electric prongs digging into you.

It had been about a day and a half before you made it to an area that looked like a small calm village. There were some homes in the trees and some on the clearing. A cool river that ran maybe a hundred meters or so off to the side. And just up the hill past that river was a small cave. You didn’t know if these people were kind or trust worthy so you didn’t approach. Instead opting to stay in the cave. You fashioned yourself a blade with a very sharp obsidian like black stone, some wood for the handle and a vine to keep it together.

•it did okay. You were able to get small things down on the ground and even found a potato like root you could cook up and eat. The fires you made to cook needed to be small though. You didn’t want to alert anyone that you were there. Although you had a suspicion that they already knew.

•you took up wood carving to pass the time, making animals from your home planet. You went down to the river once and forgot your carving of a deer. When you went to retrieve it, a little yautja had already gotten to it and was inspecting it. It made a rapid little clicky noise and ran back to the village with what looked like excitement. Scared you ran back to your cave.

•unbeknownst to you there was a popular fairytale in the village. They told stories of humans to scare the little ones into behaving at night. And when the little one found the deer carving it certainly made the stories seem more vibrant. The kids made rumors about a big bad scary ooman in the forest. You- would sometimes sit behind rocks/trees and carve away while listening to them.

•they had concluded that the creature was a deer thanks to their parents. Buuut their imaginations went wild. Deer were now giant carnivores who impaled victims on their antlers and wore the corpses like rotting trophies. You giggled at that one. But suddenly everything went silent. Peeking between the two large stones that concealed you the oldest of the young ones was pointing in your direction. You abandoned your carving and very quickly but still quietly headed back to your cave.

•the found your carving. This time it was a fruit bat. Fruit bats can get pretty big on earth. Some with wing spans up to five feet! But they were so cute. They loved fruit and looked like puppies in your eyes. But the kids had once again made wild tales. Tales of giant fire breathing monsters. “Huh..” you sort of muttered under your breath. That one is actually pretty close to home. Not literally but it made you think about the tales of dragons on earth and how maybeeee that’s partially how they got started.

•you started leaving carvings more often. It made you happy to see them play with them and come up with fantastical tales. You would hide and carve and listen as they played. What you didn’t know was high up in the trees above you, was a certain masked individual watching your every move.

•your collar had been outfitted with a tracker. And it was just chance that you went right to the village the one who sought to buy you lived at. When you made it to the tree line they decided to not bother with the chasing. He paid and decided to hunt you. Maybe not kill you but he enjoyed the idea of toying with you. But once he saw you carving he stepped back. He watched. And he watched the children. He watched longer than he intended too.

•a month of this went by. The children now had maybe ten of your little carvings. All of different animals. Deer, bats, dogs, cats, horses, rams, weasels, giraffes, and all sorts. You were currently carving a T-Rex. You were in your cave carving it due to the heavy rain. Wondering where you should leave it for them to find you settled on the same place as the last two, perched on a big roundish but flat stone that was right on shore and in the middle of plain site. You figured you’d just leave it there again. When you placed it on the stone off to your left you heard a little shreek. The Rain was no more than a fine mist but rhe river water was sweeping away the little one. It wasn’t too strong but the rain didn’t help when it made the river just a bit deeper. You ran after the little one and dove in.

•Bringing the small but heavy child back to shore you sat him down. He was fine but startled. Wether it was from the river or you- the mysterious human in the hill everyone jokes about was anyones guess. When he just continued to ogle at you in silence you sighed. Being back and next to the stone you left the dinosaur on you picked it up and handed it to him. Then, hearing a noise in the tree line- you assumed it was his parents and bolted up the hill back to your cave.

•a couple days later you were awoken to some noises outside the cave. Afraid you grabbed your knife and jumped out. The poor little yautja that caused the commotion stumbled back and landed on his butt. Dropping the knife you squatted down to help him. He reached his chubby little hands out. In them was a little basket of fruit :)

•you were tired. So tired. Turns out whatever that fruit was made you extremely sleepy. So, after the little yautja left and the fruit was eaten you decided to take a nap. When you woke up it was dark. You felt around and concluded you were in a pile of furs. Wait- why was it so comfortable? The things you got to make your bed had been crude and hard, soft enough to sleep but not comfort. This was soft and plush. Sitting up quickly you realized you weren’t in your cave anymore.

Looking out the window, you were in the village. Oh boy.

Should I continue this? Is it baD

Please tell me how I could improve this I haven’t written anything since I was like 14 and making fuckin edgy ass creepypasta x reader fanfics on quiz quotev lmAO

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x human #predator x you #yautja x you #predators

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys

Leisure Headcanons

💋 David 💋

Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)

Has his own gun hidden in the cave.

Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.

Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.

Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.

I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.

I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD

Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.

A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.

Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.

Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.

Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.

Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Can play the guitar.

Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.

Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.

Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.

Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.

When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.

When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.

He did in fact not domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.

He does his own patchwork on his jacket.

Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.

He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.

He collects sea shells on the beach.

He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.

🔥Pack Activities🔥

Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.

Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?

Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.

Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.

And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.

Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!

I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.

Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #tlb headcanons #my headcanons #headcanon #hc #share your thoughts

[kiwinatorwaffles]

hermit species headcanons: volume… 2!

i made this post two years ago when i was fresh to the series and was just getting to know the hermits. a lot has changed since then, but a lot has also stayed the same! my headcanons are getting refined every single time i talk about them, so chances are, this list won't even be accurate to my thoughts a year later.

with that being said, let's get started! click the cut to read them all

bdubs: glare! small, hates the dark, is a feral creature, will never let go of the moss. he and pungance were born from the same tree in the same patch of moss so they are brothers LMAO

beef: vampire! but not a full one. he was bitten by a bat and gained two vampiric traits exactly: fangs and sensitive skin. beef thinks his tendency to get sunburnt easily is just something in his code or a genetic condition. he never got it checked.

cub: alien shapeshifter! his original form is this shapeless void blob, and he can only copy how other beings look like. his forms were taken from two astronauts he saw in space, an old man and a young man. his void form can be seen slightly on his inner arm, where there is just a sliver of night sky hanging out

cleo: zombie (duh) cleo was permakilled by a witch's curse but when faced with the pearly gates they were like. nah. i'd rather be down there. and just straight up left and came back as a zombie. that's how she met joe. because he was sitting on top of her tombstone eating a sandwich

doc: originally a fae, but now he's super fucked up? what can i even say. he was a fae who got super interested in the sciences and started experimenting on himself just for the hell of it. there was that whole dinnerbone cyborg arm thing but he also managed to make himself a centaur form that he uses for extra storage and height. nobody knows where the creeper came from. was it from his dad's side? did he give it to himself? not even stress, his cousin, can tell you how he came to be. what the hermits DO know however is that he can steal pronouns by asking for them

etho: redstone deity! etho was an ancient builder who was executed for witchcraft upon his discovery of redstone. he was resurrected by the universe as a second chance and to spread his knowledge to the world. you can read more from my fic here ehehehehe

false: human! yes she is 100% human. i just thought it would be funny if such an awesome and skilled fighter was just some normal ass human with a bit of social anxiety

gem: forest spirit! she has nature powers and can change parts of her body to reflect parts of nature. she's a deer? an elf? nope! only sometimes. she can mix and match whatever traits she wants on any given day. but be careful of those deer legs and horns. they Hurt

grian: red macaw avian! he has bird feathers covering his ears, parrot wings, and bird talons! he is also able to mimic voices perfectly (which he uses to play pranks and swear in other hermits’ voices) and is a Hollow Boned Menace. he carries a lot of bird tendencies, like being a piece of shit or preening his friends’ hair when it’s too messy (which is always). in start of seasons, he has x lock away usage of his wings to keep himself from an unfair advantage. he also has stolen powers from the watchers, which he can use to change his wing colors or view the entire map from afar.

npg: ????????????? he’s supposed to be a robot, but he has wings and flies sideways?????? he’s somehow even more fucked up than robot grian. not even grian is sure of what he created tbh. he just knows he did NOT give npg those conure wings to begin with.

ariana griande: galah avian! she is grian's cousin who is a pop star. she has never actually been on hermitcraft before -- that was grian cosplaying as her.

hypno: human warlock! he accidentally made a pact when he replaced his tooth with a piece of cursed gold. jokes on his patron though, his faulty human memory can't even remember how he got his powers! he has lots of inscriptions as tattoos written in galactic just all over his body that he completely forgot how to read at this point and is immortal. maybe that's a bit bad for his sense of self-preservation

impulse: demon/imp! he used to be a gargoyle that dispensed candy, but a wizard passing by granted him life and well. now he's here! demons are actually underworld spirits that punish permadead players who have been genuinely horrible to the players around them, but impulse wanted to build houses and play with redstone instead of stirring the torture soup. so when he met skizz he decided hanging out with the players was the best thing to do. he also used to have larger horns and wings but his time on the surface has made his wings very tiny and unusable without the help of an elytra. skizz always teases him for this.

iskall: cyborg! the hermits don't know if he was fully human before the cyborgification. me, personally? i think it would be funny if she was actually built to protect a village but had too much of a personality so the villages just let him go have fun with the players. not sure if i want to adhere to that though

jevin: slime! certain slimes have evolved to be more like players. jevin is from the blue variety (that's his gender)

joe hills: ???????? void-born universe being??? joe is actually the oldest living being in the universe. he was just popped out of void (even predating the void gods) and spent all this time just doing whatever fuckall was around to do. he looks like a normal human being but just Slightly to the left, like his a bit-too-many teeth or slight lean when he stands. other than that, he acts like any other human!

joel: human mage! he actually only has powers of illusion that changes only how he looks. he Really wanted to be an orc but the spell couldnt last forever (as his fae wife lizzie found out after marriage). every day he wishes he had as much swag as shrek did. more on the headcanon here

keralis: weird fucking eldritch cryptid being? except he looks exactly like a human. nothing weird about him, nope. just don't look too closely at his eyes. he promises that he blinks like a normal person and not with his pupils.

mumbo: robot! with a core heart and stretchy limbs, he runs mainly on the consumption of redstone and occasionally typical foodstuffs. he had a creator before the days of hermitcraft (who originally built him as a war machine but something went deeply sideways during construction) that taught him all there is to know about redstone and the outside world. he also inherited the british accent and mustache from his creator. his creator did want him to be free and wiped mumbo's memory of his creation before setting him off into the overworld and letting him roam free. now he's just a silly guy!

grumbot: robot! he was first built to give suggestions on what to do with the mayoral elections but then he developed actual attachments to his horribly neglectant dads </3 but it's alright! he now chills with renbob and goatman up in the hermitheus

pearl: moon spirit! she was the moon from a player's hardcore world. the player used to talk to the moon for fun, but suddenly disappeared from the world one day. now feeling lonely, pearl took a humanoid form and descended to find where her player went, but she ended up discovering the joys of being a player herself. contrary to popular belief, she had no influence on the season 8 moon.

ren: weredog! can shapeshift into a dog form, which he usually uses to either run fast or play fetch. he’s also more prone to change when the moon is larger…. except he just becomes a hyperactive dog who chases his tail all night and is deeply embarrassed by it. he also probably has rabies, but everyone whom he has bitten probably already had something deeply wrong with them to begin with anyway

renbob: human...? he's related to ren from the human side, or at least that what he tells people. but he might as well be 50% weed by now

scar: human(?) wizard! he can fly, subtly change his physical appearance, cast spells, and do all sorts of magical shenanigans! he also can read galactic fluently, which is how he learned that hypno enchanted himself with loyalty at some point. jellie is his beloved familiar. also he's a capitalist. nobody knows where that came from

skizz: angel! why are there angels in minecraft, you might ask? some people are satisfied with their lives and let themselves permadie. skizz, after being born randomly from an angel statue (i wonder if it’s related to the other statue guy) was supposed to be one of the angels who helped escort players to the pearly gates, but he met impulse while his demon clan was taking a field trip to heaven. the two immediately became besties and skizz begged the universe to let him join the players. the universe begrudgingly agreed and now he's here! he hides his many other halos as ring tattoos on his arms as well

stress: fae! she's got fairy powers, magical swag, an affinity for flowers, and will beat you up if you assume she's the resident server cleric.

tango: ex-blazeborn! he saw some yummy packed ice and ate it, which extinguished his internal flame. his blazeborn tribe felt bad for him but knew it would be dangerous if he stayed, so tango just left for the overworld instead. he tries to convince people that he is 100% a human and not suspicious at all because he's embarrassed of having to explain that he lost most of his powers due to eating some yummy ice cream. a more detailed post about my headcanon can be found here

tfc: human! the only non-human aspect of him is a prosthetic leg. contrary to popular belief, he did not lose that leg while mining. it was after fighting a horde of skeletons. (he won)

wels: human. he's just a human. nobody believes him when he tells them because they've seen him accidentally level a building while sparring before. but nope. he's just a human. and a very fucked up one at that

hels: ???? techncially has the traits of wels, beef, and etho????? is there a species for evil clones created by copying machines or

xb: guardian! he was a guardian made to guard the magical treasures of ancient builders, but he got bored of staying in the same spot for centuries and his creators never returning. hypno casted a spell of bipedelity on xb, so now he can walk on land! i wrote a fic about it here too

xisuma: voidwalker! created by the young void gods, he was made from a fucking mspaint file where the void gods dicked around with the program and made a deeply fucked up being (him) on accident. he has no mouth, his hands are as black as the void, and his voice is terrifying without a modulator, which is why he wears a helmet. more about it in my fic here

evil x: also a voidwalker, but this time the void gods pressed random on a picrew and sent him out into an alternate dimension. he grew up in super england until x fished him out of the void. this little rascal has red scleras, ram horns, and a devil tail. he doesn't need to sleep, so he gets all his energy from eating, which is convenient because his sharp teeth can crunch anything and he can digest everything. his hair acts like an enderchest with a portal to the void, where he keeps snacks and various trinkets.

zedaph: human, but he’s not sane. i mean look at this guy. look at what he’s doing. nobody knows how he became so deeply fucked up but he's truly just Like That. he gave himself sheep features once on accident though

worm man: surprisingly, human. he's lucky to have stayed human for this long with his brother's insane experiments. accurate to popular belief, he has no superpowers.

#orchard’s library #hermitcraft #hermitblr #i cant tag everyone so im just not going to LMAO #ill only be tagging the new additions from my last list so here we go #vintagebeef #smallishbeans #skizzleman #tinfoilchef #keralis #xbcrafted #grumbot #renbob #falsesymmetry #ariana griande

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - take on the world together

Part 6:

Following Daryl up to the watch tower, you sat down inside while he stood by the door leading to the platform.

“The boy?” He asked.

“Human if that’s what you’re wondering, it’s why I cover him in my jacket when we’re out, and keep him close.”

Daryl nodded.

“How did you really come across him?”

“I was looking for something to eat, it was the second week of the outbreak, I was in a small town looking for sick or injured stragglers left behind, the town had already been overrun by walkers.”

You sighed, and you pulled your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around then.

“I couldn’t find anything, so I was getting ready to leave and I walked past this house, I heard crying coming from inside, so I walked inside. I walked to the basement door, two walkers were there, looking like they’d tried to get it over with before they were bitten, and they failed, turned anyways.”

Daryl glanced at you before looking out past the prison.

“I crushed their skulls, and I broke open the door, and downstairs was the little boy, huddled in the corner crying his eyes out, he’d hurt his leg trying to reach a window to climb out of. I’d never been one for humanity, but I couldn’t leave him there like that, so I brought him with me.”

You sighed.

“Turns out the walkers I killed was his parents, they wanted this little boy to survive on his own, they left him all alone. I wasn’t going to do that, so I packed a bag with food, and some of his stuff, took a couple of hunting knives and got the hell out of dodge.”

“How’d you know the walkers didn’t like you?”

“Well, you got all these dead things eating living things but none of them coming after me? That’s pretty concrete evidence you know?”

He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Why did the wounds close so quick?”

“Small wounds heal in seconds, larger ones would be minutes but without a good died I’d be looking at weeks, months even. As long as it doesn’t destroy my heart or brain I’ll always heal.”

He slowly nodded his head, sitting down in the doorway.

“What do you eat?”

“Same thing you guys do.”

He glared at you and you raised your hands.

“I’m telling the truth, I can eat anything you can providing I balance my diet. In order to be up to full strength, I need blood. We survive on human blood, but that doesn’t mean we need to kill in order to do it.”

“We? There’s more? Blood? You survive on fuckin’ blood and you expect me to just keep you around? Is that why you travel with the kid? A snack for later?!” He hissed.

You slammed your hand into the metal wall beside you, making it creek as you put a sizeable dent into it.

“Say that again I’ll take your heart out your chest…”

Daryl stared at you.

He just wanted to make sure everybody was going to be safe with you around, that spencer was safe around you.

Clearly you didn’t want to hurt Spencer, but he couldn’t be so sure about anybody else.

“I’m not going to feed on anybody, you guys have it tough as it is without being hunted down by more creatures. I go out, I find small wildlife, maybe a deer if there is one and I feed on them.”

“Why not feed in walkers, plenty of them running around.”

You scoffed a little shaking your head.

“I tried. I’d much rather drink a whole bottle of holy water than do that again, they taste like shit, like, you ever eaten rotten food? It’s basically the same. I’d have to eat before they turn, cause once they turn the disease or whatever it is destroys everything inside.”

Daryl thought about his next question for a moment.

“Can you tell if someone’s infected?”

You nodded.

“All humans are, I don’t know what it is, but since the outbreak the smell of human changed ever so slightly. No matter how you die, if the brain isn’t destroyed you come back, illness, a wound, bitten.”

You went quiet for a moment.

“I can tell if people are infected, sick with a cold or something, same with animals, can tell if they’re sick.”

“The fuck are you?”

“The original walking undead, vampire. Got no heartbeat, no blood pumping inside me, no body temperature, as cold as a corpse, don’t succumb to human illness, or wounds, or age, better senses, speed, strength. Whatever a human would need to survive this shit, I have.”

He slowly nodded, and he grabbed one of his arrows, stabbing you in the shoulder and you grabbed hold of his wrist.

You bared your fangs at him, red eyes meeting his.

He pulled the arrow out and you raised your hand to your shoulder, pulling it back to look at the blood.

“Then why’re you bleedin’?”

You placed your hand over your shoulder, feeling it already starting to heal.

“Still got blood dumbass, still falls out when I get stabbed. My body still holds blood, any I uh.. let’s just say drink, it gets absorbed into my own body, becoming my own meaning I’ll still have blood, it’s what helps me heal.”

You moved your hand from your shoulder, looking at your blood before you looked back at him, red eyes boring into his own.

You pushed yourself up, squinting a little as sun got in your eyes and you stepped back into the shade.

“The fuck is your problem now?”

“These eyes, the sunlight, they don’t really mix all that well. But you stabbed me, so I don’t really feel like relaxing.”

“Shit, if I wanted to kill you I woulda already dumbass.”

You shrugged a little, crouching down and resting your arms on your knees as you looked at him.

He never dared to turn his back on you, he wasn’t stupid, so, he kept his back on the doorframe.

You kept away from him, not wanting to risk your own life because one wrong move would be all it takes for him to kill you no hesitation.

You saw his gaze fixed outside and you placed your hands on your knees, pushing yourself up.

“What is it?” You asked.

“They’re pushing the fence again.”

Daryl stepped outside and you followed him, hand just above you eyes as you scanned over the walkers.

“You got another trick for this shit?”

You walked around, checking the other fences.

“It’s the smell, all these humans in one area, warm bodies, still alive, that’s what’s bringing them here. You could leave a walkers along the fence, dead ones but that would bring a smell.”

You ran a hand through your hair, and you glanced at him.

“I might be able to scatter some of my own blood, but with that many of you guys in there I just don’t think it’ll work all that ways. I can put some on a few trees.”

“The fuckin’ good is that gonna do?”

“Confused some hopefully, any that come straggling will smell me first, think it’s me and hopefully stay away. I need to know what time the guard changes though, I can go out, but only when I know it’s safe to come and go.”

“You think that’s gonna make me trust you dead ass?”

You shook your head.

“No, but Spencer is here. He’s happy, I want him to be safe. He asked me to help, I’ll help.”

“If he asked you to kill us?”

“If he had a good reason to, then I would kill you without hesitation. I will kill anybody who dares to put him in harms way, don’t mistake this for kindness Daryl, it’s not safe anywhere, he needs food, he needs water, he needs a shelter. That’s all.”

“You really takin’ orders for a kid?” He scoffed.

You said nothing and he shrugged a little bit.

“Fine, do it. I’m on watch tonight.”

You nodded, and you quickly left the watch tower, jogging back up the path to the courtyard.

Jogging up to the gate, you waited for it to open and you looked around.

“He’s inside with my dad.”

You nodded at Carl and made your way inside.

Walking into the cell block, you tried to find the man, and you looked up to the second floor to see him walking out of your cell with Spencer in his arms.

You took the stairs two at a time, and you stopped in front of him.

“He went to sleep, I think he had a nightmare or something he won’t say.”

“Spence?” You asked softly.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, and he spun around, tears on his face.

“Hey buddy, what’s with the tears?”

“You’re okay!”

He flung himself into your arms and you laughed softly, holding him closely, running a hand up and down his back.

“Of course I’m okay, nothings gonna happen to me, alright?”

He sniffled a little bit and nodded his head, and you smiled a little at Rick.

“Thank you…”

He placed a hand on your shoulder, moving past you.

For the rest of the day Spencer stuck closely to your side, and you waited for him to fall asleep before leaving the cell.

Jumping over the gate, you made your way to the bottom of the watch tower where Daryl was waiting for you.

I’ll take out as many as I can while I’m out there, but I’ll focus on creating a diversion.”

He nodded his head, handing you your knife.

“Show me how you get in and out.”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you, the pair of you jogging down the path to where two fences meet.

Putting the knife in your belt, you climbed part way up the fence, then you jumped to the next one, jumping over the barbed wire and you landed on your feet.

“Well shit…” he whispered.

“Would be easier if I could break the wire but security and all that, go back to the tower, I’ll come up when I’m done.”

“One wrong move.” He warned.

“Yeah yeah you’ll kill me good and proper.”

“Damn straight.”

You turned around to begin your work.

With the cover of darkness you had the ability to used your full speed, strength, whatever you could in order to get everything done.

You killed walkers, disposed the bodies as far as you could, scattering your blood along street and the top of some of the fences so they couldn’t see it.

You did some hunting, killing a few small animals so you could eat to regain some of the energy you were using.

You also found some scrap metal and brought it over, using it to fill some of the gaps in the fences, crushing them together.

When you were finished you jumped back over the fence, running to the watchtower before climbing up.

Daryl was stood at the top waiting for you.

“I’ve done what I can for now, and covered a few small gaps in the fence.”

He nodded his head.

“They’re going to ask about it.”

“Not my issue, it’s safe, all I care about. What did you see out there?”

“Not much, a few walkers, couple of animals, too many trees to be able to see properly and I was too busy with other shit.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You walked over to the outside of the watchtower, slowly looking around.

For a human it was dark, and they wouldn’t be able to see much but you could see a lot more, you could see a few walkers wondering away, some a little curious but not wanting to come to close.

“It seems to be working.”

“Looks like it, guess you earned your keep for a while.”

You both went quiet for a few minutes, despite your efforts a few walkers could still smell the others inside.

“I don’t think it’s going to last for long, I’ll have to keep going out every few nights to kill them.”

“Don’t know why you’re telling me.”

“You’re the only one that knows, I want to keep it that way, I’ll need to match my time outside with your watches.”

“Oh hell nah, not a fuckin’ chance.”

You turned around.

“Daryl remember our deal, anybody else finds out I’m gone, you’re on your own. I can get to places you can’t, move faster, and move among the walkers. You. Need. Me.”

He grabbed you by the shirt, holding you over the edge of the tower, your cold hand gripped his wrist.

“We don’t need shit from a bitch like you…” he snarled.

“I could easily throw you off this building and to them walkers… nobody would ever find your body…”

“They’ll throw you and the boy out…”

You sneered, loosening your grip on his wrist and you help up your hands.

“Doesn’t change the fact I need to work on your watches…”

Daryl turned you around and threw you inside the tower.

“Fine, I don’t give a shit. Just get the fuck away from me.”

“No problem jackass.”

You left the tower, slowly making your way back towards the cell block, trying to contain your anger

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd imagine #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #Daryl Dixon x you

[mirohtron]

merry chrysler i joined a secret santa thing hosted by crewe (@creweemmaeec11) love u crewe anyway I'm writing for @auratusaria hi hello

their prompt was: Supervillain isn't the type of person to celebrate the holidays, but villain and their henchmen want to show their appreciation for Supervillain being the best boss they could ever have so they plan a secret Christmas party! The villain could drag any heroes along too for it as well.

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The betrayal went like this: the hero, leaning against the wall, panting, exhausted of all their powers, yet satisfied and content. The villain, leaning on the wall opposing them, them, too, exhausted, overexerted, but eyeing them curiously, unusual creature they were.

"Oh, fuck," wheezed the hero, leaning on their weapon. "God, those minions were terrible. Uhm. Is this it?"

"For us." The villain leaned up from the wall, paying no mind to their exhaustion. They were like that. A little robotic, forgetting they had a human body sometimes. The hero assumed they were going to work more. Poor thing. The hero eyed the corpses on the ground.

"And for you?"

"I'm not done," they said. "Not with you, at least." And after saying that, they knocked the hero out with the butt of their gun. Splendid. Perfect.

The hero woke up mad that they felt well-rested and ready to curse the villain out with all their fury. Unfortunately, they couldn't do that, because the villain slept soundly beside them on the bed their wrists were cuffed to--and it was already a very obvious courtesy that the villain cuffed them to something as comfortable as a bed--and the hero knew how horrible the villain was at taking care of themselves. They wouldn't be so cruel as to wake them up.

But still. The hero cursed the villain out in their mind. In fact, as they soundlessly tugged on the handcuffs and looked around for anything to pick them with, they busied their very hyperactive mind to come up with insults and lectures they'd spill onto the villain the second that they woke up. You two-faced buffoon. You... you... disappointment? Damn it. You shitfaced brick wall. That was a little funny.

The hero twisted their wrist a little wrong and made the chains of the cuffs clink together too loudly. The villain jolted awake at once and stared at them a little like a deer in headlights on the offensive, ready to jump onto the hood of the car. Then they quickly caught themselves and their usual annoying sangfroid slipped back into them.

"Oh. It's just you."

"Just me?" The hero's hackles rose as they watched the villain get up from the bed and slowly strip. What, like this was a one-night stand? "You brat! You could've given me a concussion!"

The villain looked back at them, bemused, as they unbuttoned the top of their uniform. "No, I know where to hit to give you a concussion and where to hit to not give you a concussion. It was uploaded in my memory before I was changed to this body."

"Brat!"

The villain's brows furrowed for just a moment as they thought of an insult back. "Loser."

"Cunt!"

The villain looked off into the distance, deep in thought, before they nodded their head in approval. "Whore."

The hero gasped. They watched the villain make their way to some wardrobe to the side of the room and fish out a button-up, shucking it over their shoulders like a jacket. "Wait. Is this a warehouse? You can't experiment on me--"

"It's not a warehouse. And your consent wouldn't matter," they added as an afterthought. "It's supervillain's compound." The hero gasped again, then went to pull the damn handcuffs off of their wrists with fervour. "Calm down. You won't be, like, Christmas Turkey, or whatever."

The fact that the villain was using filler words such as whatever and or, like was a serious smack in the face. But the hero had bigger problems. "Then?"

The villain finished buttoning up their shirt and rolled their shoulders now that they were in more comfortable fabrics. The hero heard a bone pop and the villain stared at their own shoulder in alarm, still not used to their human body, before they quickly muttered an oh and moved on. They hummed in thought, which was very odd and concerning because they rarely ever paused to think because their brain was so fast. They tapped the side of the wardrobe doors and looked back at the hero. "You're boss's favourite hero."

"So I'm a Christmas present?!"

"No." The villain frowned. The hero had to admit, the frown was a little adorable on their usually serious face. "You're a...hm, I suppose you can be called a guest."

"A guest to an all-villain party. Only hero. How amazing."

"Not all-villain." The villain raised up a finger. "That fireball-blasting vigilante's going to be there."

"Oh. Okay. That one's head over heels for me." The villain blinked in the hero's peripherals. "All right. So what's the party about?"

"Christmas."

"I know, stupid, but why are you guys hosting it?"

For a beat the villain stayed silent. Then they stared at the ground and then the bed sheets and anywhere else but at the hero's face. They walked to the bed and sat down and the hero saw that the tips of their ears were pink. That put the hero off to a very great degree, but it wasn't bad. The hero often thought that it was endearing whenever they found a new idiosyncrasy in the villain because of their human body.

"Well, supervillain made me," the villain said. "They gave me terabytes of information to preserve and keep and then they risked losing all of it just to save me with a human body. I have to give them something back somehow. This is the only good place I know to start from. They barely ever stop working."

...oh. The hero suddenly felt the very urgent compulsion to hold the villain's human face in their hands. Would the flush in their ears travel down to their cheeks if they did that? The hero quickly exhaled. Don't think. Do not think.

"Anyway." The villain quickly picked themselves up and got up from the bed for the second time that day. "Their henchman is also very eager to give back their generosity somehow. I'm kind of competing against them for best employee. And you're supervillain's favourite toy."

"That's so dehumanizing. So dehumanizing. You of all people should understand that."

The villain cocked their head to the side. The hero didn't think that the villain knew how endearing the confused tic was.

The hero shook their cuffs. "Well, get me out of these. We've got a party to fix, right?"

The villain eagerly nodded their head. "The best Christmas party ever."

#i have not writtten hxv in a hot min #mmm joints r rusty i must say #hero x villain #villain x hero #henchman and villain #henchmen and villains #heroes and villains #villains #christmas party #kyles.writing

[goodnightmemes]

TIKTOK SENTENCE STARTERS PART 6

some of these are quotes from tiktok creators, and some are from various other forms of media that were popular audios/trends on tiktok  

❛ Guess who didn’t eat me out last night? ❜

❛ I don’t know if I’m on my period, if there’s a star out in the sky that moved too far to the left, or if my brain chemicals just went ‘uuggghhhh’, but I’m sensitive and violent right now ❜

❛ ‘Ugh, why are you girls always going to Target?’ Ta get stuff. Duh. ❜

❛ Don’t act like you’re above wearing a cowboy hat for a tiktok. Oh! Handsome cowboy! Handsome cowboy! ❜

❛ How fucking elaborate do we have to make this fight?? Get down here!! ❜

❛ It continues to redefine ‘family’ as meaning: ‘some dudes who ate at my house’, instead of people you share a bloodline with. ❜

❛ What’s more American in this nation of living paycheck to paycheck than living your life a quarter mile at a time? ❜

❛ You’re gonna fuck the bee?!?! ❜

❛ I need a trenta cup of heavy cream. ❜

❛ If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I’m gonna dilly dally. I am a dilly dally-er. ❜

❛ You’re taller! How fucking dare you. ❜

❛ Santa sent his deer to fuck your shit up cause you’re on the naughty list. ❜

❛ How many times do I have to tell you mind control doesn’t work on me? ❜

❛ I have never seen a creature look more like a rotisserie chicken, and I am including every rotisserie chicken I’ve ever seen. ❜

❛ You can actually have two loving and supportive parents and still end up weird and unstable. ❜

❛ Blaming it all on my father really takes away all the work that I put into making me the worst version of myself. ❜

❛ I want my mom to come home but if I call her and say “mom I convinced myself that the dog is a shapeshifter again.” she’s going to think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy! ❜

❛ Kill me or come cuddle with me, 'cause you’re freaking me the fuck out. ❜

❛ I mean these days I just be wondering like, will I ever feel fergalicious again or is it just over? ❜

❛ If I go missing please do two things: one - check near the parking lot of Sears, two - arrest Billy Ray Cyrus. ❜

❛ Daily affirmation, repeat after me: I am not the bigger person. I am the smaller person, who is prone to pyromania. ❜

❛ Why are they playing Shrek songs in church? ❜

❛ She gave me trauma beyond human comprehension. ❜

❛ Girl if you don’t get your coochie sticks out of the uranium bin… ❜

❛ The children yearn for the mines. ❜

❛ Alright here’s a lesson in physics… that’s not how physics works. What the fuck just happened?! ❜

❛ Run like you’re being chased by the love of your life but you’re not ready to love him yet, you still got some learning to do! You have to love yourself first! ❜

❛ Hate me or don’t hate me, but if you put holy water into a humidifier you won’t have a vampire problem. ❜

❛ Awwwww shit. You don’t know about doing whatever the fuck you want? Damn. I’m sorry. Hope you find that someday. ❜

❛ Shh! Don’t bother me, I’m having enrichment time in my enclosure. ❜

❛ Quite frankly, I don’t care where you taking us, cause anyone with an ass like that gotta be blessed and highly favored. So why wouldn’t I follow gods child? ❜

❛ What the fuck did Dora say? Where are we going? To follow that ass! ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #inbox meme #ask meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #*tiktok

[vomitingstars]

Our Love is Out of This World pt.1

Alien!Alan x Reader

Alan doesn't have much interest in humans in general. He tends to find their customs strange and uninteresting. You, however, are a different story. There's something about you that just makes sense. Something about you just really clicks with him. He would love nothing more than to whisk you away from this silly little rock, you call earth. Alas, his boss demands they stay on earth to collect more data, samples, and whatever else the boss needs. 

You stumbled upon Alan in the woods one late evening on your nightly walk. The air is crisp and cool. The leaves crunch beneath your feet. This is the perfect setting to let your mind wander into fantasy land. Stuck in a daydream while walking, your feet have led you into unfamiliar territory. You arrived at a very peculiar sight. A strange man with unnaturally green skin, messy hair, and heterochromatic eyes.

He was positioned in a crouch. And it looks as if the other worldly being was...scanning a deer? You can only assume that's what was going on. Your eyes widened and body stiffened. An unexpected staring contest took place between you and the creature. The deer however had no interest in sticking around. Shaking off whatever paralysis the animal had felt a moment prior and gracefully galloping off into the woods.

Backing up now. Slowly, never taking your eyes off the green menace. His expressionless eyes bore into yours intensely as he slowly rises so stand up straight. “Don’t be scared,” He says. You ran of course. Looking back as your legs pumped with haste, you saw the creature smiling as it trailed behind you. Legs moving faster now, screaming with fatigue. But you’re almost out of the woods! You look back over your shoulder to see the creature grinning at you, as he points a green finger in your direction. 

You look forward just in time to trip over a thick tree root sticking out of the ground. Stumbling back onto your feet, you continue on your escape only to realize something is off. You should be out of the woods by now, right? You’ve been running for what feels like forever. Your lungs are desperate for air and rest. The alien is still following but it’s definitely moving slower than before. It doesn’t look tired at all so why slow down? Unless?

You slow your pace into a jog with disbelieving eyes glued to the invader. Without a doubt, this thing is toying with you. Fuck it. If you’re going to die you might as well die kicking, screaming and fighting. With all your remaining energy you charge towards the creature with a determined roar.

#alan orion x reader #alien!alan x reader #alien!alan orion #reader is basically my self insert oc #reader is fem #fem reader #cis fem reader #reader is literally me bc everything has to be about me #mdhm alan x reader

[strawberry-graveyard]

can you make a atom word for whatever this is or say what you think it sounds like or is…?

I feel like I should have 6-12 inches tall mute blue antlers of a deer Dark grey c maybe even black skin Instead of human ears- bright, pumpkin orange deer ears on top of my head,  Black scelra, white pupils and irises Pointy dark grey teeth, my whole inner mouth pitch black and a even darker (maybe slightly forked) tongue,  Either frizzy long orange curly hair or shaved at the sides with green tips and peach fuzz also green (imagine double troubles hair from sheds and princess kf power  Either non-offset, bigger chest, or upper chest- maybe even top surgery scars?  Pointy nails of bronze and silver, maybe fox like paws- but the padding is like hooves that’s also bronze and silver, maybe legs like a deer mixed with a fox’s with bright orange fur as well, preferably ones that bend back instead of like human legs, or maybe just one leg bends back? I ain’t sure  Knee length tail, only the white is orange or black, a deer nose the same size of my current nose or something…(?)  ….not sure… I just wish I could look like that, maybe even be able to grow w tea arms to already have some, maybe like 1-3 more sets? Grow wings whenever I feel like it or shapeshift so I don’t feel stuck in one body…. I’d use to get the phantom limbs, usually it was ears or a tail, occasionally extra arms or wings, tbh sometimes I wish I could be a mermaid, or just shapeshift whenever, wherever Am I demonkin or…? (I was heavily tempted to go anonymously….)

hi!! so being nonhuman can definitely be confusing sometimes. my best advice for finding whatever alterhuman type you are is this: do you feel all of these things correspond to one creature? or do they feel like multiple different kin types colliding at once? if you feel they can be classes separately then you can collect multiple of the alterhuman types you feel fit. if they all feel like one creature then we open up even more options!!

you mentioned feeling like you want to just shapeshift, which you can absolutely class as its own kind of nonhuman (and it’s actually one that’s very common!!) your mermaid feeling can also be its own occasional nonhuman type. but when it comes to the overall mish mash you described you can basically create your own “fantasy” nonhuman type. demonkin as you suggested would absolutely work, but you can also class it as a hybrid (this is the term we use for our mixed alterhuman types).

you also seem to be bringing up a lot of deer and fox elements as well as stuff that can also be seen in types of demons. foxes and deers are very common animals to find in mythology so i would also recommend looking into hybrid creatures found in mythology and fiction. you can look into different mythical hybrids, but if you want a place to start i’d recommend a type of pantheon-human/demon hybrid or a deerfox-human/demon hybrid.

the most important thing to remember is that your alterhuman type can be whatever the fuck you want really. if you feel like demonkin is an apt way to describe it then go for it!! if you feel just shapeshifter or hybrid is better then thats okay too!! if you want t to just use nonhuman or alterhuman to describe yourself then you dont have to get more specific!! if you want to try and narrow it down to one specific word then my best advice is just to do a mythology deep dive, as thats where you’ll find the most mixed hybrids. i hope this was of some help, and good luck friend!!

#here lies courtney #here lies squiggle #ask the spirit board

[female-malice]

Do you think that males are self destructive? Not even in a gender essentialism type of way but maybe it’s in their nature? I mean when you look at nature for a lot of species the males ARE self destructive and it’s either because they die after reproducing or they become so violent that eventually either the others of the species will get rid of them or they die at the hands of their own doings (the latter is very observable with human males). So if males are “naturally” self destructive doesn’t it make sense that they would “take us down” with them? That’s why they’re fucking up the planet for the rest of us? (and themselves) don’t get me wrong I don’t believe that men are inherently evil but maybe in the way that their biology works that’s why they have such an obsession with destruction and hurting others? Even themselves? My idea/question is probably not well formulated but I think you’ll get it anyway. What are your thoughts?

When you look at wildlife, you'll see that every species really is doing their own thing. Spiders, penguins, deer, wolves, humans, salmon, crabs, bees, red cedar, eagles, whales, bears, crows, cuttlefish. There's no universal male tendencies or universal female tendencies. We're all just critters and we all have an ecological niche.

The problem is that humans have broken out of our ecological niche. For 295,000 years we were in our niche. And over the last 5,000 years we've been breaking out of it.

We're a young unrefined species. There's nothing innate about an awkward 5,000 year patriarchy phase. This patriarchal civilization experiment was an unsustainable chapter in human history. And now we're seeing the consequences. There's more than enough evidence showing us that it's time to end this chapter. It's time to crawl back to whatever's left of our ecological niche.

When other animals do strange violent things to members of their own species, it works within the ecosystem. Certain animal parents eat some of their offspring for a snack. Certain offspring devour the dying bodies of their parents. This is just how certain creatures evolved. This behavior fits within an ecological niche. Are adult male grizzly bears violent psychopaths? Yes. This keeps apex predator grizzly populations from growing too large. Their monstrosity towards each other serves to keep the ecosystem in balance.

But human male violent control over human female reproduction does not fit an ecological niche at all. Human males created an unsustainable human population explosion. That's how we know the human patriarchal era is a weird fluke. It's a temporary quirk that is so unsustainable, it managed to cause the sixth mass extinction.

#cc

[thiswasinevitableid]

Out of the Maze

First monster march prompt is Minotaur, which took second in the “new monsters” poll

The Labyrinth of Minerva sits on the outskirts of Kepler, in a network of caves carved out, some say, by divine forces centuries ago. It’s a tomb for many, a triumph for few, and a prison for one.

And that one has had enough. 

He’s been wandering for two days and he’s out of the string he salvaged from the rags of adventurers who never even made it to him. His last hope is a compass, a gift from a warrior whose only interest was solving the maze.

The opening of the labyrinth is to the north of the center. The warrior had told him this as well. Faintly, he can hear birdsong. The world is out there, he could see it if these walls weren’t in the way. 

He rolls his shoulders, shakes out his head, and counts down from three. 

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When the rustling begins in the garden, Indrid sets his pen down in annoyance. Hours to see the Oracle ended at dusk, and he’s not about to interrupt his dessert for anything less than the end of the world.

The longer he listens, the more he suspects it’s a beast, not a human, tramping about his garden. Since an animal isn’t going to ask him questions about his future as soon as he shows his face, he goes to his front door and peers out into the darkness. 

“Whatever you are, please shoo. I just planted that and I’d hate to get the broom.”

The lumbering shape he assumed was a large deer rises onto two legs, turning in the moonlight to reveal a broad chest, a bulls face, and horns that glint under the silver beams.

“Ah, I mean, take whatever offerings you wish, oh mighty one. I did not mean to disturb you.” He attempts to retreat inside before he finds out the hard way that the Minotaur prefers humans to radishes when the beast holds out a hand.

“Wait. Uh. Are these edible?” He holds up an entire, small pomegranate tree. 

“Yes, though some find them rather a production to consume.” 

The minotaur looks at the tree, then at the fence as if seeing it for the first time, then back at Indrid, “Fuck, this is a garden, ain’t it?”

“Indeed. Mine, to be exact. But ah, as I said, help yourself.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I was so fuckin hungry when I got out I just followed my nose and kinda ignored everythin’ else.”

Indrid smiles, “I suppose there aren’t many growing things in the labyrinth.”

“You’ve been in it?” The minotaur’s drawl turns wary.

“Nono, merely seen it in visions. Heroes are constantly asking me for advice on quests. And minotaurs are rare in these parts so I assume that’s where you came from.”

“You can see the future? That’s so fuckin cool.” The minotaur looks around, then sets the tree back in the hole.

“It has its benefits.” Indrid smiles sadly, “ but as I suspect you know, positions that are deemed an honor are not always as glamorous as they seem.”

“Got that fuckin right.” The Minotaur mutters. 

Indrid looks more closely at the monster in his garden; his right horn is missing it’s tip and the break is fresh. He’s dusty, bruised, and there are patches of dark mush in the shape of cuts all across his body.

“Your exit was rather grueling?”

The minotaur nods.

“Then please, come in and let me tend to you.”

It comes out more flirtatious than he means it to. The minotaur doesn’t notice, and as he passes into the house Indrid spots a gold ring in each nipple. 

Exactly how flirtatious can one be with a monster without getting eaten?

Seer homes are built to accommodate all manner of creatures. Seer furniture, on the other hand…

“I can just sit here.” The minotaur settles cross-legged by the fire, adjusting his loincloth as Indrid loads up a plate with items from his pantry. When Indrid joins him, the monster offers a pleased snort and takes it.

“Thanks…”

“Indrid.”

The minotaur repeats his name, rolling it about in his mouth, and adds, “I’m Duck. It’s a nickname. Oh, oh man, what is this stuff?” He holds up a jar of pomegranate preserves. Indrid tells him, mentioning it was a gift from a friend who was often sent on quests but has the good sense to avoid monsters and also he brought Indrid that lovely quilt on the couch there. Then he’s been talking for the better part of an hour and Duck has simply listened and eaten, nodding or furrowing his brow now and then to show he’s following the conversation.

“Apologies, I can ramble at times. You are always welcome to tell me to stop.”

“Don’t mind none. It’s…it’s nice. Hearing another voice like this.” He passes Indrid the empty plate, winces as one of the dark patches falls from his skin. It’s a clump of crushes and dampened herbs, hastily applied over a cut on Duck’s arm. 

Indrid fetches bottles and bandages from the bathroom, then boils water while Duck insists that he’s not all that hurt. 

“I got a thick hide, and this poultice usually does the trick. Lucky for me, yarrow and starmallow grow all over the damn place, including the cracks in the labyrinth.”

“We ought to clean and bandage them all the same.” Indrid kneels at his side, plucking the rest of the herbs from his chest and left arm. Duck snorts now and then as he cleans the scrapes and scratches, but otherwise keeps still. As he moves to his back, Indrid finds a staggering number of scars, as well as flecks of stone more or less embedded in his shoulders. So close, he can see the fur on his head and legs is a rich, burnished brown, so dark that in the garden he mistook it for black.

“Did you fight your way out?” He picks away the stones, smooths the fur around the base of the chestnut horns to be certain they’re all gone. 

“No. I used the old length-of-twine trick, except the fucking stuff ran out before I reached the exit. So I just started knocking down walls until I found the mouth of the cave. When you get dropped in the heart of that place, you get a gift of being real durable and real hard to kill. Decided it was time to use that for somethin other than keeping heroes from making off with my hide.”

“Your what? I thought they were after riches, not, not that.”

“It was about fifty/fifty.”

“I hope you ate them.” Imagining Duck sitting in the lonely darkness, trying to pick stray flowers or sew blankets from rags, being accosted by heroes who saw him as trophy to skin fills Indrid with an unfamiliar anger. 

“Killed a few. But never ate ‘em. Always got the bad feeling it’d make me sick if I did.” Duck examines his bandaged arms, “damn, that really is better. Thanks, Indrid.”

“It was an honor. I, ah, I was going to turn in for the night. I’d offer you my bed but your feet would touch the floor when you lay down.”

Large shoulders shrug, “Sleepin’ by the fire suits me fine.” 

Indrid brings him a pillow from his bed and two spare blankets (the house gets cold at night no matter what he tries), and sets a pitcher of water nearby as a courtesy. By the time his foot touches the first stair to his room, the formidable beast is no more than a pile of red and black threads, sleeping soundly. 

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Duck jolts awake in the early hours of the morning, certain the doors and windows are gone and the walls are about to crush him. As he gulps down air, searching for calm, he pulls the blankets closer and inhales the faint scent of the seer who sat with him all evening. It’s a sweet, floral smell, and as he breathes it in Duck pictures pale hair and red glasses on a narrow, captivating face. Many men stood before him in the labyrinth, men in their prime from rich families. They may as well have been faceless for all that they can compare to Indrid. 

Calm enough to stand without shaking, he wanders through the kitchen out into the back garden. It’s more overgrown than the few he can see at distant, neighboring houses, but there’s soft clover to sit on and stare at the sky spreading out above him. He’s here. He’s free. And there are the stars to prove it. 

He stays there, counting them and listening to all the new bird songs, until dawn creeps over the far-off mountains. There are still handfuls of glittering constellations visible when soft footsteps pad across the grass and Indrid sits down beside him, black robe wrapped around him like bat wings. 

“Getting in a bit of star gazing?”

“Yeah.” Duck idly plucks a stem of clover, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, “I almost forgot how bright they are.”

“How long were you in there?”

“They dropped me in when I was twelve. So if I counted my days right…eighteen years.”

Indrid says nothing, simply looks at him with that same, implacable expression he had when he first stuck his head into the garden. 

“Well, now that you are free, what would you like to do?”

Smoke from the town reaches him, carrying the scent of meat and spices.

“Don’t know about you, but I could really go for some breakfast.”

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Ninety percent of the time, Indrid enjoys the isolated location of his home. It spares him the overstimulation of living in tow, it’s conveniently located near a hot spring, and people have a harder time pestering him about his choices. Such as allowing a minotaur to live under his roof for the better part of two weeks. 

He knows that, to plenty of them, it wouldn’t matter that Duck is gentler than the first warmth of spring and becomes nervous in tight spaces. Or that Duck is not a burdensome house-guest; he cleans and cooks, even requested a bolt of fabric from town so he could make himself clothes “fit for polite company.”

Duck’s also getting better at not accidentally breaking dishes or furniture, and Indrid is getting better at foreseeing which things can actually accommodate his size and strength. He planned to go into town for some cutlery that Duck could more easily hold when a hero arrived looking for guidance in his quest for the Cloak of the Sun. Indrid offered his prophecies, and is now being reminded of one of the reasons he doesn’t like living so far from everyone. 

“How about a little something for luck before I go?” The hero is refusing to stand up and leave the table. 

“I am a seer, not an enchanter. If you require a good luck charm, try Heathcliffe.”

“That’s not quite what I meant.” The man leans into his space, grinning, “I hear a seer's kiss brings protection.”

“And I have heard that line many times before. Now please, depart.”

“What if I don’t? Not like there’s anyone around here to come chase me off.”

The light from the garden window disappears and a taurine shadow falls over the table. 

“You wanna try that answer again?” Duck glowers.

 The hero scrambles up and away from the table, “I, I should be going now. Thank you for your aid and farewell.”

He sprints out the door, hoofbeats announcing his successful departure a moment later. Indrid and Duck look at one another and then burst into laughter. 

“Goodness, the look on his face!”

“Being terrifyin’ has its perks. Too bad he didn’t piss himself; I managed to make one guy who turned up in the labyrinth do that in front of his entire party. Served him right, could hear him hurlin’ abuse at his servant from a mile off.” Duck sets a comforting hand on his shoulder, “you okay?”

“Yes, thanks to my heroic guardian.” An idea bursts to the front of his brain, “I have a proposition for you. I could use a guard for instances like this, or when someone gets it into their heads to try and rob me. You could act as security in exchange for a portion of the fees and offerings I collect as seer.”

Duck’s tail flicks shyly, “You’d really want me to stay and do that?”

“Of course. You’re more than qualified, and we live together rather well. And more to the point…I trust you, Duck.” He takes his friends hands, marveling at how they dwarf his own, “do we have a deal?” 

Eyes the color of rich, soft loam meet his own, “Hell yeah we do.”

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The plane fits perfectly in his hands and Duck cannot wait to try it on the back of this chair. Indrid surprised him with it yesterday as a celebration of his one month anniversary as his guard. 

His woodworking, like his garden, is the by-product of Indrid not needing that much overall protection. The seer is six feet tall and, while willowy, could easily hold his own in a fight if he had too. There’s also the fact that word of Duck’s presence spread beyond Kepler into neighboring towns, so any hero, traveler, or thief knows that the Oracle is well-protected. Duck’s only had to loom in the doorway once or twice; everyone else has been on their best behavior. 

With time to fill, he started tending Indrid’s garden; he’d always loved plants and had a knack for figuring out what was ailing a shrub or causing a tree to lose its leaves. He’s even planted a kitchen garden on the advice of Indrid’s friend, Barclay, which means he often returns to the house smelling like thyme and dill. 

The woodworking came about because he broke one of the kitchen chairs when moving it out of the way to accommodate a large party of visitors. With the help of some books and the carpenter in town, he’d managed to repair it. 

It was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world, and his pursuit of it has resulted in–so far–a bench for the garden, a stool that can take his weight, and the start of a pair of dining room chairs for Indrid and himself. 

A tiny, white petal falls on the end of his nose and he snorts out a laugh, brushing it away with a grin.  Yesterday evening, he and Indrid had picnicked on the grass. As they talked, the seer made chains of little flowers, twinning them up Duck’s horns and looping them around his neck until he was more maypole than minotaur. This petal must have stayed stuck even after he brushed out his fur. 

He’s been reading more human stories about minotaurs, searching for the one that will tell him how his kind can sweep humans off their feet, the one where a minotaur comes to his lover's door with a bouquet and receives kisses in return. 

All he’s found are two dozen stories of people being gored and eaten–and then some other people killing the monster that did so–and two in which a minotaur carries off an unsuspecting maiden because he’s horny in multiple senses of the word. Duck will probably have to make up his flirting with Indrid as he goes, which sucks because he’s terrified of scaring him. He’s caught the seer admiring his thighs, arms, and ass dozens of times, but what if Indrid only wants to look and not touch?

Duck’s jarred from this worrying by a crash from the house. He charges up the hill to the back door and barges in on a chaotic scene. Indrid is on one side of the table, glasses slipping off his nose, as a man in armor stands across from him, clearly in the process of chasing him around the table. 

“There are four brave men dead because of you!”

“No, there are four men dead because I gave you advice and you did the EXACT OPPOSITE!” Indrid seldom raises his voice, and the alarm in it sets Duck’s fur on end. 

“Come here you wretch! You will get a lashing for everyone one of my dead men.”

Duck steps across the threshold, “I’m gonna say this once: get out or I throw your ass into the next town.”

The man looks at him, then back at Indrid, “So the rumors are true. You're in league with the beasts to ensure they have ample food by giving us false prophecies.”

“No! For the last time, you did not listen to me!” Indrid sounds increasingly upset, likes he’s had this fight too many times before, and Duck decides that’s enough. 

“That’s it, out you go.”

He registers Indrid shouting “Look out” at the same instant he sees the steel swing towards him. It catches him on his side and he grunts in pain. His chance to defend himself disappears as Indrid grabs a flaming branch from the fire and chases their attacker out the front door, whacking at him while yelling that if he ever sets foot in this house again he will conjure demons from his worst prophecies to rip him apart. 

A thunk as the branch returns to the fire, and then Indrid is at his side.

“I’m so, so sorry Duck. Please let me look at it, I can fix the wound-”

“It's just a scratch, 'Drid, barely got under the hide. See?” He moves his hand to reveal the thin line that’s already stopped bleeding.”

Indrid continues staring at the cut, “But...but you got it because of me.”

Duck takes his hands, rubbing his thumbs tenderly along their tops, “I got it because of that asshole who thought you were his fuckin’ punching bag.” He lifts one hand, kissing it comfortingly, “why didn't you call for me when the futures showed what he was gonna do?”

“Because, of any hero who would come to my door, he was the most likely to badly hurt or kill you if I called for your aid. I've survived him before. You might not.”

Duck brings their hands to his chest, “Indrid, you're the first thing in the world I'd be happy to die for.”

The last thing in the world he expects is Indrid Cold surging up on his tiptoes to kiss him. But that’s what he gets, slightly chapped lips pressing against his own, then curling into a smile as he attempts to kiss back.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “I ain’t ever done this before.”

“I promise I am only laughing because the fuzz around your mouth tickles.” Indrid gingerly removes his glasses, setting them on the table, “do you truly want this? We do not have to rush, we do not have to do anything at all, I just couldn’t take one more moment of you not knowing how badly I desire you.”

Duck runs his fingers over pale hair, “I want you so fuckin’ much, ‘Drid. Some nights I fall asleep dreaming about us meeting years ago, so I could’ve had you in my life longer.”

The seer grins coyly, “Why Duck, have you been wishing I was sent into the maze for you?”

He lows, short and embarrassed, then scoops Indrid into his arms and heads for the stairs. 

“This impressive show of strength does not answer my question.” Indrid toys with the ring in his left nipple and he grunts, kicking the bedroom door open and off one of its hinges. 

“Be lyin’ if I said I never thought about keepin some of the folks who wandered in for myself. Keepin’ some noble’s son on my cock woulda made the days a hell of a lot less lonely.”

“Naughty beast, satisfying his carnal desires with our country's brave youth.” Indrid kisses his cheek.”

“I never did. Never would have either. They woulda hated me, and it woulda been cruel.”

“I know, sweetest one. You are far too noble for such things.” 

Duck kisses him again, more confident this time, “Dunno, if you’d turned up it mighta been a different story. But cute little thing like you don't belong in a labyrinth.”

Indrid squirms happily in his arms, then gasps as Duck holds him up against the wall. Long legs wrap as far around him as they can as he presses closer, nosing Indrid’s hair and sighing as slender fingers pet his chest and shoulders. Indrid’s seers robe is short and Duck shoves it up with ease, revealing a cock that’s eager to join the action. 

“Aw, it’s kinda cute. Look, my hand fits over the whole thing.” He cups his palm over it, pre-cum slick against the skin, “guess I shouldn’t talk like that huh? Ain’t human’s fault y’all are on the small side.”

“Yes, but please do not stop.”

He kisses a flushed cheek, “You like that kind of talk?”

“ExceeDINGly.” Indrid squeaks as Duck rubs his dick more firmly, “oil, oil is in the bedside table, yes, that one, top drawer, you may need to put me down–oh, oh my, it seems not.” Indrid’s eyes widen as Duck supports him with one arm and retrieves the lube with his free hand. 

“I’m strong, darlin. Remember? We ain’t all delicate little things like you.”

“Ohhhhgoodness.” Indrid moans as Duck presses one, slicked finger against his ass. 

“You’re awful brave, havin me in your house. You’re so small I could just throw you around and do whatever I wanted to you. Bend you over whenever and wherever I felt like you wouldn’t be able to do a thing but take it.”

“Yes.” Indrid relaxes enough that Duck manages to work a second finger in along with the first. 

He drags one of Indrid’s hands down to where his own dick is achingly hard, “You’re takin that tonight. So you just be a sweet little thing and hold on, because it’s gonna take some time to get you ready.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Indrid closes his eyes, biting his lower lip as Duck fingers him open, “tell me what you would have done if I’d been sent to you.”

Duck adjusts his stance so he can nuzzle Indrid’s face as they talk, “I wouldn’t have hurt you, that’s for damn sure. If you’d tried to fight me I would just picked you up and fucked you against the wall until you stopped fussing and learned who was in charge.”

Indrid groans and pushes his ass down, clearly trying for a third finger, which Duck slowly tests and then works in as he continues, “Once I broke you in a little, I’d take you home to heart of that fuckin place. Keep you on my dick as much as I could, even when I slept, so you’d always be loose enough to take me when I wanted.”

The human whines and twists in his arms, desperate little noises spilling from his mouth. Duck bends to kiss him, traces the shape of his mouth, his jaw, his cheekbones as opens him enough for a fourth finger. It isn’t very long before Indrid is bucking in his arms, nails digging into his shoulders as he pulls back with a gasp. 

“I, I’m close, dearest, please-”

“Good” Duck grunts, “that’ll loosen you enough to take my dick. And even if it doesn’t, I’m sick of waiting.”

His empty threat does the trick, Indrid cumming on Duck’s chest and belly with a delighted cry. Duck sets him on his feet long enough to rip off his own wrap and dump half the bottle onto his dick. Then hoists him up again, holding his ass open as he presses inside. 

Indrid’s hands scrabble and whack against him aimlessly, his moans making it clear they’re a sign of him losing control and nothing more. Duck sinks in until his balls bump against a cute ass, and he kisses Indrid with a groan. 

“You’re so fuckin tight. Little thing like you wasn’t made for rough stuff, were you?”

Indrid’s reply is a messy kiss to his neck and a shake of his head.”

“Too bad.” He pulls halfway out and slams back in, Indrid yelping as he thrusts in earnest. After a minute the cries become so loud and broken that he slows, afraid he’s gone too far.

“No, nono please do not stop, please, it’s so good, my beast, my perfect one.” Indrid paws at his face with pleading eyes. 

“If you insist.”

“AHahhhhhnnnn.” Indrid throws back his head as Duck fucks him with abandon, grunting loud and low as Indrid bounces in his arms. Then there’s a gasp, Indrid looking down with widening eyes. Duck follows his gaze to the human’s stomach and the faint outline of his own cock. 

“That is the single most arousing thing I have ever seen.” Indrid whispers. 

“Yeah.” Duck moves his hips gently, transfixed by seeing himself within the most precious thing in the world. 

“I wonder what happens if I…” Indrid bears down on his cock and presses on stomach at the same time. Duck cums with a surprised moan, staying as deep in the human as he can as it races through him. 

He gingerly pulls out, knowing they both need to lay down before they collapse. He lays down on the bed, resting Indrid on his chest. 

Then the bedframe cracks and they drop to the ground with a thud. A muffled giggle against his chest, and then Indrid is looking at him the way heroes used to look at the treasures he guarded. 

“Until you make us a new bed, I’m sleeping on you.”

Duck kisses his forehead, “Deal.”

#indruck #monster march #indrid cold/duck newton #minotaur #terato #human/monster romance #monster boyfriend

[newwavenosferatu]

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Damned Gangrel. As I awaken and tend to my things, I see a message from Aurelia, the local Baron. She has invited me to some bar to meet with her and Koffi. I reluctantly go after ingesting some rando blood.

The address sent was some dingy dive in Speedway. It was empty save for the Anarchs, a barkeep, and 4 or 5 depressed drunks. They were in a corner booth, and when I joined them, the first thing Aurelia said is "Hunt?" as I'm asking what she means she interrupts "A Hunt. Will you join us on a good old fashion Gangrel hunt? We like to go after local scumbags and whatnot and make them pay." I agreed, and we chatted for a bit, Harish, their Emissary , deciding to join us before we left .

I haven't spent much time among the Outcasts, so I was under the impression this was a simple feed-kill with a twist. Not so.

The Anarchs drove me out to the woods, where the Gangrel shape changed and ran around amongst the beasts. Aurelia caught a deer with her claws, mutilating the poor thing. She brought it back and the Koffi began to drink from the wounds like, well, an animal. Harish bit the creatures throat, while I stand by curiously watching. When they offered me a sip I dipped my finger in its blood and tasted it. Better than rats.

After this little ritual, we went to stake out the target. Apparently, the guy was a prison guard with a tendency for violence. We pulled up a street away and made our way to the house, a simple two story with fading white paint. Two cars were parked outside, but the lights were off. It was decided that I would be sent in to survey the place. Unseen Passage plus an unlocked door makes for an easy time. A middle aged woman and a teenage boy were in the kitchen, talking around the dinner table. Great, a complication. The target was upstairs, endlessly scrolling on his phone. I make my way back and inform the Anarchs of the situation, and despite the unsuspected humans, they decided to move in. I made my way back inside and up the stairs, waiting until I hear the knock-knock on the door, when Harish would attempt to use Dominate to deal with the others, and the Gangrel would come upstairs and help get the guy out. I held the guy back with a knife to his throat but my threats were met with a simple "what the fuck, fuck you". Luckily, I was able to keep a hold on the guy while Koffi came to my assistance, tying the dude up. Aurelia laughed and told us to bring him down. We obliged, and found the two kine asleep on the couch, with Harish lounging in a reclining chair. He got up, opened the back door, and then there we were, in this small, fenced area. Koffi and Aurelia began to drink deep of the subdued target, with Harish waiting patiently to join in. We heard people moving and talking in the house, it looks like whatever Harish did wasn't too successful. Aurelia says "not enough time, stab him and lets get out of here". Koffi whined, "aww but the chase is my favourite part!". Harish pulled out a small knife and plunged it into the mans heart. It was now that I fully understood what was going on. Apparently, the Gangrel like to choose a target, subdue them, and release them in the woods so they can chase them down and kill them. she ride back was full of arguing over how things could have gone better. The second the car stopped, I slipped out and vanished into the city.

I thought the Gangrel were just animalistic, but tonight revealed a gruesomely primal part of their nature. We Kindred are hunters yes, and many of us even revel in the hunt, but the way their eyes looked as they jumped on him, the noises they made as they fed on him in a way like wolves feed on a carcass. I'm starting to think there is more animal traits of the Gangrel besides their appearance and disciplines.

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#vtm #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #wod #nosferatu #wod oc #solo rpg #solo ttrpg #vamily #game log #solo vtm

[acaciapines]

So I took a nap while in the car today and. I had such a strong fucking bird dream that my arms were still aching from flight and I was out of breath when dream-bird-me inevitably crashed into a tourist after diving too low to pull up on short notice and I woke up

That’s the strongest and clearest bird kinshift I’ve had in at least 8 months. Holy shit.

Have confirmed that whatever bird I am, it’s massive. Like fucking humungous. At least 2/3rds to the full size of an adult human when standing on the ground. Like I could probably hunt and eat humans for a decent meal. Oh yeah that’s another thing, I’m def a raptor of some kind, my eyesight was too good for me not to be a hunting bird, and since I’m huge I prolly have a natural diet of… like. I want to say sheep-to-wolf sized creatures? Maybe deer? The occasional human? I am so fucking big wtf

I thiiink? That my feathers are blue? Like the ones I have in bankai kinshift, and the ones my kinsona has? But. Sometimes they go brown, like a golden eagle’s. Sometimes. And then they go the same light blue/teal/azure colour that my kinsona wings are again. So, not quite set on plumage colour just yet.

I’m gonna assume that my natural habitat is cliffy areas, for several reasons: my size (I would fucking love to see the tree that can hold 2 adults + a nest of chicks of whatever bird is my fucking size), the fact that my shifts leave me dreaming of and yearning for sheer cliffs and drops and the wide expanse of the endless ocean with waves soaking my feathers in salty sea spray, and the fact that the constant whipping winds of a cliff coastline make me spread my arms like wings almost on instinct and make me want to jump just so I can pull up at the last second and start soaring.

I so desperately want to fly. I miss it even though I’ve never done it. Driving really fast is something but it’s just not the same…

HAWKKIN. GIVE ME THY WISDOM. HOW IN THE FUCK DO I DEAL WITH THIS

okay not gonna try w/ the 'what bird am i???' part bc obvi that is something you have to decide for yourself, but for the flying side of things...

IT SORT OF JUST NEVER GOES AWAY. at least for me. like there is always some part of me yearning for the sky so matter where i am and i nearly always feel wings in some way shape or form even if they cant actually carry me anywhere. whenever i go up into the mountains i cant get too close to the edge because the desire to just jump and know i'll have wings to catch me is incredibly overpowering.

like the thing is there isnt much you can do about this. ive seriously looked into like, hanggliding, wingsuiting, but all of that stuff is like. dfngdfg firstly expensive secondly the amount of training you gotta do makes SENSE but i am not in a place in life where i could even begin to deal with that. maybe one day is the best i can really do.

mostly i deal with these longings by like...driving is one of them. less for the speed part and more for the gliding aspect: getting somewhere very far away, eventually. sometimes i see hawks alongside the road so high up in the sky and thats a longing i cant do anything about.

otherwise i write and draw. what else can you really do? it gives me something, some way to figure this out. dreams are good, if you happen to get one where you're able to fly: ive gotten a few of those and treasure them all deeply. i like watching livecams of hawk nests. always check in on the cornell hawks every year. my animorphs fic alterhuman was very much inspired by my own experiences as a hawk.

its a lot of walking down hills and thinking i should be able to jump and catch the warm air and drift lazily the rest of the way. going up into the mountains and lingering far too long in the places where the entire world is sprawled below you. what if.

i tend to see my hands as talons and want to interact with the world as if they are. when i was little i was toothless (the dragon) for halloween and my grandmother helped make my costume by sewing wings into the sides of a shirt, so when i spread out my arms it revealed wings, there. i dont know what happened to that shirt. sometimes i think about trying to make another one.

i spend too many hours looking into falconry and how one goes about getting into it. i talk to people who've been able to band birds and want to go along with them--for the experience, sure, but mainly because i want a band for myself. thinking about getting myself a custom metal bracelet and spelling my name out on it in numbers, in the same way you might attach a metal band to a hawk's leg.

dunno. you just keep on keeping on, i guess.

#daily interaction ask #otherkin #therian #this one goes into the main tag bc idk maybe other people can offer better advice #than 'idk im just sort of living like this keep me away from mountains' #and also bc i think this somewhat counts as an 'essay' on being 'otherkin' #and i dont tend to write those! idk #mostly the art i create about Me is not shared on the internet #bc thats personal babey! you dont get my poetry! #instead take a 30k word fanfic and you can do your best to read between the lines if you want i guess

[delimeful]

failed bounties and fresh bonds

commission for @the-panmixxia! thank you so much for your support! :)

warnings: fear/panic, unintentional child endangerment, pretty bad injury, hypothetical gore/death mentions, remus being remus

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Virgil pressed his palm over his mouth, struggling not to make any noise even as his lungs strained for air. There was someone in his forest, and he was sure they were here to kill him or worse.

He should have left before tonight, gotten as far away as possible, but... He’d lived here for longer than any of the other temporary homes he’d found. It was the safest place he’d found.

The trees in the forest were old and huge, enough that they sheltered him from view. The mountain was even more so, with old dragon caves that he could spend hours exploring. There was a little town to the south, but the forest was big enough that no travelers stumbled across the part where he lived.

He’d only snuck down to the town because he’d wanted to see the lights that had been strung up in the streets. He wasn’t sure what they were for, but they were bright and beautiful.

He hadn’t meant to get so close. He hadn’t meant to be caught.

But between one moment and the next, there had been a tiny gasp, and he’d turned his head to see one of the townsfolk, a young woman, staring up at him in frozen terror. The sight of the human had terrified him just as much, and he’d tipped back onto his butt, his hand knocking into a market stall with a crash of splintering wood.

The spell of silence broken, the woman screamed, the alarm spreading as windows began to light all down the street. Virgil had scrambled back like a crab, before turning and fleeing into the woods, leaving behind the distant noise of opening doors and raised voices.

It had all led to this. He’d been seen, and they’d set a bounty on his head, and now there was a strange human in his forest.

Virgil could hear the stranger humming, his tone nasal and low, occasionally straying painfully off key. He’d been using the sound as a guide, creeping away as quietly as he could whenever it came into range, but no matter how hard he tried to put distance between them, the wind would carry that hum back to him the moment he settled down to hide.

The stranger was a skilled tracker, maybe, or had extraordinarily good luck, or actually had seen Virgil that first time and had been following him from a distance ever since, tiring him out like a wolf stalking a deer. He didn’t sound like a knight, didn’t move with the crash of steel or ride a horse. Virgil hoped he wasn’t a knight, almost more than he wished he’d never gone down to that village at all.

He let himself breathe in, quiet and shaky, and then pushed away from the wall of his cave, listening for the stranger so he could try and sneak away once more.

Between the distant trees and night sky, there was silence.

Virgil leaned towards the cave’s opening, scanning the sharp silhouettes and straining for even the most muffled sound of twigs underfoot.

At the lip of the cave, a human-sized figure swung into view upside down, baring bone-white teeth in an unhinged grin. “Boo!”

Virgil couldn’t help the small scream that tore from him, the noise echoing against the cavern’s walls. His heart racing, he bolted back down those familiar tunnels without another thought, fleeing even as the human’s cackling cut off sharply.

“—Hey, wait, get back here! I didn’t spend all night wandering in the cold-ass woods just to have a monster blueball me out of a fight again!”

Shouted into a deep cave, the stranger’s words bounced and overlapped until they were just meaningless noise around Virgil, only propelling him forward faster. He took the corners sharply, scrambling up near sheer cliffs, barely noticing the way sharp protruding rocks scraped against his shoulders or pierced the soft bits of his feet.

He didn’t realize he was cornering himself until he turned into a dead end, the paths somehow warped and unfamiliar under the force of his panic. Quick, skipping steps were pursuing him in the distance, which meant that the human could still hear his footsteps, and so he shuffled into the furthest corner of the cavern and focused on making himself still and quiet, no matter how hard his body wanted to tremble and shake and sob.

There was no doubt about it; the stranger was a bounty hunter, and Virgil was the bounty.

That nasally voice continued to echo down to Virgil as he rambled on, complaining or singing or making jokes Virgil didn’t get, all while steadily pursuing his quarry.

Bit by bit, the noise drew closer and closer, accompanied by the crackle of a merrily burning torch. He seemed to be utterly undeterred by the twisting, unsettling nature of the mountain, and what little hope Virgil had began to fade. There was no way that the stranger would just happen to pass him by.

It would take a miracle to save him now.

A cavern away, a chunk of old stone gave way under an overconfident foot.

—-

“Oh, fuck—,” Remus shouted, his brain nearly shorting out as he tripped directly into freefall.

His divination provided him with a slurry of unhelpful images, each one matching a tiny movement he made while falling: him landing on his legs and shattering both of them so hard he blacks out, him landing on his head and doing a lot worse than blacking out, ragdolling all the way down the crevice below, twisting so that his foot catches on a crack in the wall and wrenches his ankle— That one!

He howled as his foot caught, and then the bitch that was gravity caught up with him and his back and skull slammed against the wall, knocking the air out of him and causing little white flashes to appear in his vision.

It took a long moment to come back to himself through the pain, but when he did, he found himself still dangling in place by a single ankle. He’d lost his torch somewhere in the process.

He glanced down, and knew immediately that the shadowy drop below was fatal, the cracks of potential future bone breaking settling into his brain.

Glancing up, he knew immediately that his ankle was boned, going by the interesting angle it was making with the rest of his leg.

He contemplated reaching up with his other foot and trying to wedge it in another crack. His brain offered him visions of the whole bit of cliff face snapping into brittle pieces, and then more falling to his death.

He crossed his arms, letting all the blood rush to his head in hopes of that generating a better idea. Instead, he got a headache.

“Well, shit,” he said, succinctly.

Something big shifted, just barely in earshot. Remus didn’t bother looking ahead; it was obvious that the giant he’d been hunting had just figured out how thoroughly the roles had been reversed.

Sure enough, the movements shuffled closer, surprisingly hesitant, and then two huge, glowing eyes peered down at him.

“Come to grind my bones into paste?” Remus asked, genuinely curious. “Or squish all my organs out through my ears?”

Those eyes scrunched up a bit in revulsion, which was hilarious coming from a monster about to kill him. He wiggled his limbs around a bit, ignoring the resulting pain and cracking of brittle rock in favor of hopefully enticing the creature to grab him already. Just hanging around was getting boring.

The breathing above him quickened a bit, and then there was a curved, warm surface under him, lifting slowly until his ankle was no longer carrying all of his weight. Remus considered yanking the injured foot free before the monster could do it for him, but before he could follow through, there was the silhouette of large fingers poking and prying at the rock until it really did crumble away.

The cupped thing he was splayed across had to be a hand too, he realized as he breathed through the sharp jabs of pain from his ankle being released. From the way the townspeople described it, he’d expected something less… human-shaped.

Between his ankle and his head rush, it was no surprise that he blacked out a little.

When he managed to wake back up, they’d returned to a tunnel that led outside, going by the fresh air he could feel against his face. It must have taken the creature a lot more time to make the trip while carrying him.

Whatever it wanted him for, he wasn’t sticking around to find out. He cast around for potential futures-- he rolls out of the grip and smacks his head on stone, he lands on his bad ankle and instantly blacks out again, he waits a little longer and is set on the ground outside by--

“You’re a kid?” he blurted, his vision of a distinctly human, distinctly child-shaped face fading away. The hand under him jolted, and the kid made a startled sniffle.

“You’re alive?” he asked in return, his voice deep and big but also rough with… tears? Jeez, had the kid really been that upset about some asshole bounty hunter biting the dust?

The hand curled in a little tighter around him, one fingertip coming to settle on his chest as though to check that he really was breathing. The motion was gentler than he thought possible for a giant, and he realized fairly abruptly that the ‘terrorized’ people in the town below were full of shit.

He’d hunted this kid for a whole night, and all he’d done in return was avoid him and then save his life. Some ‘monster’.

The kid seemed to remember himself, and flattened his hand back out before shuffling forwards more. There was a subtle shaking running through him, and Remus had the feeling that the kid was going to bolt the minute he set him down.

“Anyone else live up here with you?” he asked, flopping back onto the hand casually. He felt that giant gaze drop onto him and continued casually. “I came up here for a bounty but it turned out the townsfolk are dirty liars. I haven’t seen a single monster.”

There was a little surprised inhale from above him.

“In fact, this place is so nice I might camp here for a while,” he added, waving a hand at the forest ahead lazily. “Make sure to send off any other bounty hunters so they don’t waste their time up here.”

“R-Really?” the kid asked, his tone full of doubt and suspicion.

“Yup! I’ve been told I’m an absolutely detestable neighbor, disturber of the peace, totally unrecommended, zero out of ten,” Remus paused. “But I’m great at getting rid of uninvited guests!”

The kid took that last step out of the tunnel, the early light of dawn spilling over both of them. Remus sat up, waving his fingers in greeting as they both took each other in as more than silhouettes.

Apart from the fact that he was giant, the kid looked like... a kid. An long-limbed, underfed, lonely kid. One with distinct cuff-shaped scars around his wrists and ankles.

Remus shoved down his anger, tore his gaze away from the old wounds, and offered the kid a sharp-toothed grin. The kid tilted his head, wary. That was okay. Remus could handle wary.

“So, what do you say?”

“... Neighbors,” he replied, hesitant and hopeful. Remus cheered obnoxiously.

He was going to have fun making those people regret ever putting a bounty on this kid.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #commissioned works #platonic dukexiety #g/t #my writing #ts virgil #ts remus #writing #fbafb #failed bounties and fresh bonds #alternate universe

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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

#my writing #mothman #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #reader insert #mothman x reader #fluff #cryptids

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SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Or

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood. 

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him. 

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive. 

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver. 

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying. 

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing. 

Poor little thing. 

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out. 

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them. 

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed. 

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you." 

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks. 

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She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma. 

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall. 

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two. 

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human? 

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt. 

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human. 

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees. 

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.] 

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars. 

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him. 

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her. 

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick 

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White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen. 

She literally heard her saying mean mommy. 

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?" 

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched. 

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders. 

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?" 

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins. 

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table. 

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap. 

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot. 

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet." 

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on. 

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again. 

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal. 

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins. 

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

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Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf. 

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that. 

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family). 

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine. 

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions. 

They didn't talk about it at all after that. 

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother. 

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry. 

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head  vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably. 

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course. 

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines. 

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him. 

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered. 

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth. 

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses. 

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?" 

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

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