#predators hunt the weak and sick

[isthedogawolfdog]

The whole “shoot a (insert predator species here), save a (insert prey species here)!” shirts/signs are so dumb. Like, sure go ahead and kill the animal excessively to the point where there are barely any individual animals left and watch your ecosystem fall apart, have fun.

#rambles #it’s like?? #but they are literally doing good?? to the prey?? population?? #wolves #coyotes #predators hunt the weak and sick #this HELPS the population stay healthy

[4st4rion]

some close proximity

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just over 1k; astarion is in a bad mood, u make him feel better, kissing ensues. second person pov (astarion x you) and fully gender neutral. mild act 3 spoilers!

Astarion has been in a bad mood all day, and, frankly, you're fucking sick of it.

You don't confront him in front of everyone, because you're not an asshole, but you wait until it's just the two of you left in your rooms at the Elfsong, everyone else gone to have dinner and drink downstairs.

He's about to leave, too, but you stop him with a hand on his arm.

"Astarion," you say, hoping it comes off as gently as possible.

He whips around, brows furrowed together in an angry expression.

"What?"

You raise your eyebrows at him. He's really in a bad mood if he's being this short with his own lover.

"Astarion," you repeat, firmly this time. "What's going on with you today?"

A hundred emotions war over his face — first it's the anger at being called out, then denial that anything is wrong, then guilt and regret for snapping at you, and his eyes avoid your own as he heaves a dramatic sigh.

"Nothing," he lies, in that near-hysterical pitch he has when he's worked up. "We're only lingering in my ex-master's hunting grounds, staying at the tavern I used to hunt," he says. "How could I possibly be anything but ecstatic to hang around?"

You frown.

"Is that what it is?" you ask, ignoring the part of you that wants to get defensive about his tone with you. "Astarion, you're safe with us," you remind him, taking his hand and holding it intently. "None of us would let any harm come to you."

He flinches like he's going to pull his hand away, but decides not to.

"How do you know?" he mutters, still not looking at you. "Cazador himself could come find us any night."

"He'd be a fool to," you hum. "You're surrounded by allies, and you're no longer under his control."

You squeeze his hand.

"Cazador is probably cowering right now, afraid of his own death, knowing we're in the city," you say, and that almost gets Astarion to smirk.

"I'm sure he's shitting himself," Astarion says sarcastically, but you roll with it.

"And pissing, too," you add. "He's running out of pants from how often he's shitting and pissing himself."

That, stupid as it is, makes Astarion laugh.

He glances at you, then scoffs, still smiling.

"I hate that you make me feel better," he admits, winding his fingers around yours. "Little shit."

You smile back.

"I'm your little shit, though," you say, before you can consider whether you should or not, and he goes still.

"Are you?" he asks, softly. Cautiously.

"A little shit?" you ask, giving you both the chance to escape this conversation, but he only laughs one amused huff.

"No," he says. "Are you? Mine?"

The look in his eyes is dangerous; you want to pull him into a kiss and never stop, give him anything and everything, let the world melt around you in favor of giving yourself to him, body and mind and soul.

"Maybe," you say, trying to sound coy but sounding nervous, instead.

The hand that isn't in yours comes to up pet you, his thumb running over your cheekbone and your lower lip before he leans in to kiss you. It's as intoxicating as ever, and you let yourself relax as the two of you kiss over and over in your shared room.

Your free hand holds him at his hip, first, then at his waist, pulling him in until the two of you are flush together. He won't stop kissing you, stealing your breath away and swallowing anything you may have to say about the situation.

"Are you mine?" he asks again, once you're flustered and weak in the knees.

You swallow thickly.

"Might be," you admit, but it's not what he wants to hear — his hands leave you to guide you by your hips, back until your legs meet your comfortable daybed and you tumble down onto the mattress.

He climbs on top of you, and you'd compare him to a predator if he wasn't giggling quietly to himself as he bullies between your legs. You can't help but laugh, too, because it's a little ridiculous, isn't it? You've been together, been something, since you helped the tieflings at Emerald Grove, fighting side by side and barely ever apart — it should be easy enough to admit that you're his.

He pulls your shirt off of you and sets to laying kisses down your neck and chest, paying extra attention just under your ear until you know there's going to be a lovebite worried into your skin.

"Bastard," you mutter, but he only laughs again.

"Everyone already knows we're together," he reasons. "I might as well mark you."

His words send something hot creeping under your skin. You'd like that, you think — being marked as belonging to someone. How different is a lovebite from a wedding ring, when you think about it? Or a collar, or a scar? It's a symbol of ownership, isn't it?

"Don't tempt me to do the same," you threaten, even though that thought sends something even hotter through you. He'd look good with a ring of bruises bitten around his neck, outlines of your teeth indented in his skin.

He bites at your neck, not drawing blood but not gently, and it startles a quiet noise out of you.

"Tell me you are mine," he says this time, and you can't deny it any longer.

"I'm yours," you sigh, as his teeth make themselves at home in your neck.

"Only mine," he growls, and you laugh. You've certainly been getting hit on a lot lately, yeah; between the Emperor shooting his shot and having to stop Halsin from confessing his feelings, it's no surprise he's feeling possessive.

"Only yours," you purr. You drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer, arching against him to press your body up to his and baring your neck for him. "I haven't thought of anyone but you since we met," you admit, your voice as low and sultry as you can manage.

He whines against you and takes your offering, biting into your neck with his fangs and drawing blood. It doesn't happen every time you have sex, and it doesn't always lead to sex, but sex and feeding are entwined enough that one tends to tangle into the other. Not that you mind, far from it — his bite becomes pleasantly numb as he drinks from you and the mild lightheadedness only adds to how dreamy it is every time you get intimate with him.

"You mean everything to me," you say, slow and sleepy-sounding, everything getting further and further away as he drinks. "You are everything to me."

He makes another desperate noise into your veins and pulls up, away. His mouth seals over the same spot to suck the last trickles of blood that ooze up and he licks to help the wound begin to heal, his tongue especially familiar here.

As soon as he trusts your skin not to split back open, he's moving up to kiss you again. You'd be more disturbed by the taste of your own blood on his tongue if you weren't used to it by now.

"You are mine," he shudders between kisses. "Just as I am yours," he adds, his voice full of fake confidence.

"You are," you immediately affirm, wanting him to know it's true and it's mutual.

"Not like I was his," he hisses. “In a different way."

You nod against him.

"A better way," you agree, and he nods, too, kissing you even harder.

You stay that way for a good, long while, tangled together on the bed. Time and place melt away; the only things that exist or have ever existed are the two of you, here, now, together, and the quiet sounds of love between your mouths.

It's good.

It's perfect.

#astarion #astarion fic #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #tavstarion

[gremlingottoosilly]

The horror and the wild [!emperor!Konig x fem!Reader] ch.5

You had a nice, simple life. Serve the princess, obey the princess, protect the princess with your life. You never thought that this nice, simple life would bring you to be kidnapped by the infamous Northern Emperor. Konig never thought that kidnapping a wife would be much easier than courting one.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5l you're here! AO3

Word count: 3188 Tags/Warnings: Medieval fantasy/Alternative European history AU, Age gap, Enemies(one-sided)to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Forced marriage, Size difference(Konig is absolutely huge), Somewhat one-sided slow burn, Yandere Konig

Warnings for this chapter: Predator/Prey kink, mild choking

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her. Little princess is dumb and naive and oh, so deliciously weak, it makes Konig sick just how much he adores her pouty face, her aggressive expressions, and that squeak in her voice every time he does something to embarrass her – which he does, a lot, in fact. Quite aware of how his war dog lingo would affect an innocent young lady like his precious dearest darling illustrious wife, he uses it to hi advantage – when you have your lady cornered, heavy panting and cumming from your tongue and your fingers in her tight royal cunt, she wouldn’t be able to open her mouth for something meaningless, right? Thou shall not think as thou would be a sin against god. 

Emperor is a sinner, but he still believes that you shall always follow the religious instructions – as if not ever trying to oppose him and speak like you have the right to think in his presence. Perhaps, his devotion to making you weak and pliable in his arms is what led to this situation. 

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her, so little princess runs. 

You might brag about your best education and most elegant courses for women you attended in the palace – but he knows just how empty your adorable little head is, because you had no idea how much the thrill of the hunt turns him on. 

You’re nowhere to be found, escaped through the window of the room you were stationed in – it was his mistake, assigning you a place from which you could jump so easily. Next time, he will cuff you to his bedpost, like a loyal palace dog lying on his legs. Next time, he will make sure to love you so eagerly that your legs won’t work for at least a few days. 

He doesn’t even need his hunting dogs to catch you. Horangi offers his help, Tiger so eager to come out and play with a little princess, perhaps maul her a bit, showing the royal cunt what she deserves for disrespecting her emperor and his subjects – but oh no, this won’t do. König needs to discipline you himself, track your scent like the hound he is, and get you back to your wedding bed with your body in his teeth. 

Woe on you, dumb little princess, as your emperor considers escape attempts the richest form of courting. 

Following you through the forest near the castle, your footsteps are clear in the mud and dirt – a piece of your dress serves as a grinding light. Your scent, delicious sweetness, and fresh flower oils maid had infused you with made it laughably easier to find you. He can almost see the glimpses of your body running through the woods – god, he knew that he wanted you and was right about taking you away. 

How can he resist a wedding gift from his bride who wants to play tag? He follows you like a madman, a dog, he sees through trees, trying to see where you could run. The deep golden brown of your dress almost made you look like a forest spirit standing in the depths of the woods – if it weren’t for König’s trained eye, he would rather mistake you for a tree. Or a particularly precious deer. 

He licks his lips, a wolf approaching the bunny he was hunting for so long – you run away, still try to. These dumb skirts aren’t made for running away from your fiancee in a forest – you can barely walk in those, poor thing. You take a step back, panicking, squawking from fear, as he approaches you as slowly as possible. 

Perhaps, if he gives you one more chance to run, it would make the chase even more precious. 

He is used to hunting with his royal hounds, with a group of his closest friends by his side – war hawks helping hunt for prey, the animal snifters making the whole process laughably easy. He doesn’t have anyone for the company now. 

Only you, him, and wilderness – and his adoring love for everything you do. 

— Stop resisting, little princess.

You whimper, but your little annoyed expression makes him only harder. Hell, how he adores your frown, how much he wants to kiss your face right now – god knows he is holding himself back these days. Little princess doesn’t deserve to get her innocence taken on her back, legs open on the dirt of the royal forest – but sometimes you act like a good lashing, and some passionate mating is the only thing that would keep you in line. 

He yells in your direction, hoping that even that dumb head of yours has some sense in it – the chase is fun, and he would continue it more until you’re completely unraveled under him, exhausted and defeated – but, oh, your silly desire to be free has led you to the edge of the lake. Dancing on the shaky, soft sands and warm mud of the pond, your clothes leave you with very small chances of getting out of here in one piece. 

He doesn’t want to be the bringer of doom, but just one sleep, a nervous movement that you can’t control – and the little princess of his dreams will come flying in the dark waters. Even if your royal majesty knows how to swim, the heavy fabrics of your garments would be declared as your executioners. 

You look so fragile like this – your skirt is lifted, showing your pretty ankles, as you’re trying to jump from stone to stone, as far away from him as possible. You’re scared, only reminding him more of the bunnies he used to hunt as a kid – and he is almost offended that you’d prefer that risk of drowning over getting in the hands of your husband again, but alas, princesses are usually not the smartest creatures on the planet. 

— I’d rather die, Your Majesty. 

You bite your lips and look at him, so stubborn and cute – the feelings in him rise, your arrogant expression making the thrill of the hint ever sweeter. God, he cannot control himself around you like this – you should stop trying to make yourself sweeter for him, he already wants to keep you chained in his bed and never let you go. 

You’re so…

Ach. 

His path of thought is stopped by the splash of water. 

Dumb thing, you really decided to make the most of your words – like a cornered animal, you jumped in the lake, getting to the bottom almost immediately. Your dress is heavy and expensive, all the weight of the fabrics pinning you down in elaborate execution. Your emperor stands on the small beach, looking at the water circles going from where you fell…and then he jumps straight after you. 

The last thing you remembered before the world went dark was the scream of a man who, for the first time in his life, had experienced genuine fear. 

*** You wake up warm – and naked. 

No wet clothes, no heavy dress lingering on your skin like a soft coffin. 

You’re as naked as the day you were born, shivering despite the warmness of the room and the crackling of fire somewhere near you. You remember this room – a royal bedroom, quickly made as your quarters when you moved to this god-forsaken castle. Empire has some horribly extensive architecture, and this room, big, stony, and expelled of any decor, has only made you feel regret ever waking up. 

You wished to wake up in the cold embrace of your Princess – but you open your eyes and see this room over and over again. Why couldn’t death come sooner? 

— It was incredibly stupid even for you, little princess. 

König sits on the edge of the bed. A future husband shouldn’t sit like this, resembling a servant who is scared for the health of his misstress. His eyes are filled with cold fury and other emotions that you can’t quite grasp – you don’t want to look at his face too much as even the mere glimpse is making you uncomfortable. God knows you are not in the mood for trying to talk to your captor. 

God knows he doesn’t care about your wishes. 

— If you can only provide me freedom in case of my death…

— You will not be free after your death. 

You sigh, shocked – your brain isn’t nearly ready for this information when you just almost died. You shift in your bed, trying to pretend that you accidentally fell asleep – but the emperor pushes his hand on your cheek, warm fingers lingering on the cold skin. You sigh quietly, sealing his warmth. 

You fight the desire to nuzzle in his palm like an obedient little pet. 

— It’s not for you to decide, Your Majesty. I should be allowed to die on my own accord. 

— I'm entitled to your life, my bride. Don’t make me remind you of this, ja? 

— I would rather… 

— I can deliver death to you, little one. In a verdammt heartbeat. 

His hand goes from a warm presence on your cheek to an angry squeeze of your neck – you cough when he continues to shut your breath, fluttering of your neck in his grasp only makes your defeat even sweeter. König has you right where he wants it – under him, holding firmly in his grasp like some exotic bird he picked up from his travels. 

Lack of air makes you dizzy – as ironic as it sounds, you feel airheaded, hands clinging to his massive palm in a poor attempt to make him let you go. You whimper, you cry, you feel death all too soon – you want to die, of course, maybe, willingly meeting in hell with the royalty you had sworn to serve, but you don’t want to be killed. Tears run down your cheeks when you finally see the other side of him – out of control, angry, worse even than the conqueror you saw when you first met. 

You feel replaceable and small – he squeezes your throat like you aren’t his bride like you don’t mean anything to him, and, yes, it makes you feel hurt. Vulnerable as ever, your manicured nails have zero power over him – he only laughs at your helpless expression. For a second, it makes you think this is it – the last thing you would ever see is the cold anger in the eyes of your emperor. 

When your vision finally got blurry enough so you could not see anything anymore, König softly lowered his face closer to you, lifting the bottom part of his weird, strange hood. Smothering you with his lips, delivering the air you were craving for – if only to make himself feel even more in control. You’re lightheaded and a bit dumb, still, your mind is too delirious to actually understand anything that is happening around you. 

His lips are warm and dry, you steal air from his lungs with each second – you feel the energy feeling you up again, eyes are finally set enough to see at least some part of his face. Chiseled chin, covered in scars, tanned skin – you’re surprised that he is not as pale as you thought he must be, with his love for the masks. 

His veins are dark and rotten – you don’t understand how he can survive with his blood looking like this, but the dark tendrils of his body almost make him more of a curiosity than an actual human being. It’s only his lips that are still holding you in realms of the living. You don’t want to think of the implications and gossip you heard from some servants that were allowed to go out – allowed to witness the growth of the empire that was soon to eat you all. 

König finally lets go of your mouth when you start falling asleep again. You don’t allow him to simply cover his lips with his hood again though – your hands are heading to lend on his neck, fingers tracing the outlines of his veins. 

A medical curiosity, this emperor – you squeeze the rot of his neck, and he moans like you just did something that he liked too much. 

It’s only fitting that he has the body of a monster – for all he is done, you wouldn't be surprised if his head actually resembles the one of an octopus from silly books you were reading or a mess of dark tendrils, wiggling and swarming. Your delirious, oxygen-deprived mind still wants to touch him more, to satisfy your curiosity in all the more fitting ways. Maybe take your research a bit further down to see if he truly is a man down there. 

But oh well, you saw his body before – although you never as much as paid attention to that detail. Did he change in a few days that passed? Does his veins start to spew out darkness because he is…

He crushed your hand in his, almost making you feel a crack in your dainty lady fingers. God forbid you feel like your hands are being torn apart. 

— Never try to defy me like this again. 

He spews the words with anger than would be fitting for the enemy – and he is, for you, but you were sure that he didn’t consider you one of them. The contrast with his soft actions earlier, you can feel tears collecting in your eyes as he slowly lets go of your hand. 

Not knowing what to do, you roll to the side, burning desire to never see his face – or lack thereof – ever again. Like an angry cat that doesn’t know how to stop biting, you feel like you’re going to cry again and again. 

You whimper, trying to escape the haunting gaze of his eyes – and his face softens, if only for a bit. He presses his hand against your damp forehead, checking the temperature. You don’t want to forgive him just yet – for anything at this matter, but he is soft at this moment, and somehow, it is almost enough. Somehow, you almost feel like you can breathe again. 

— I was so scared, little princess. I don’t like being scared. 

You laugh dryly, your face is still deep in the pillow. You are trying to ignore the beast, but the beast decided that you’re his best option for a nice free snack. Beast decided to take off some of his clothes – you don’t see it, but you hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and you don’t want to even think how much it cost. 

You try to cover your naked body with the silk sheets of your bed, but soft fabric only entices your desires in a way that can only be called sinful. You remember the sensation of his tongue between your legs, your desire to simply run out of your skin because of how good it felt – each stroke made you strive further and further away from your duties. Like a good little maid you are, a perfect lady in waiting, waiting for her demise, you have to ignore all the mortal pleasures. 

If you want the royal family to truly forgive you in their graves, you would have to join them. Perhaps, you gave up on drowning too fast. 

— It wasn’t my intention. 

He shifts, the bed is too small for someone like him. You feel his legs, clothed, thank god, touching your naked thighs – and you immediately stir to the further side. You keep your arms and legs in check, getting into a small ball of limbs as you’re trying to comfort yourself without his touch. You don’t want to admit it, but König is warm, warmer than you thought he had the right to be, and you’re freezing. The phantom feeling of cold water on your skin is making you shiver. 

— What were your intentions then? 

If the emperor knows about manners and how a fiancee should behave around his bride that he didn’t even consummate the marriage, he is ignoring that knowledge. Large hands pinning you to his chest, warm and firm – to your utter dread, he took off the armor plates and even the simple shirt under it, making you helplessly squish your cheek against his muscles. He smells like a man, and you never knew you’d feel that smell in your life. 

You don’t hate it. 

— You killed by parents, Your Majesty. 

He only laughs, his hand goes to stroke your back. This is a contrast with his coldness before – he is soft and warm with you, and you hate that you don’t hate it. Gigantic palm goes to settle between your shoulder blades and you simply sigh, trying to get used to his touches. You don’t want to, but a good servant should adapt to everything, so you do just that. Adapting, deforming, melding yourself in something you never knew you even could be. 

Your head hurts, and you whimper when his gentle massage relaxes your sore muscles. You hate his gentleness, you hate his firmness. 

You want him to let you go, but you don’t even know where you would go. 

— Your parents, little princess? Really? 

There is a vile mockery in his voice, and you immediately remember who this man is. Not some devoted lover and slightly obsessive romanticist – he is dangerous, horrible, he is the conqueror of your country. You may not have warm feelings about the royal family, but he doesn’t know this – his laugh and mockery of your “family” must be real. It has to be, or else you’re going to die after your deceiving has been opened. 

He pushes you even closer to him, and you whimper like a dumb little dog without any means of stopping him from touching you. There is some freedom from being exposed like this, but you still don’t like it. Still feel like he is going to murder you, given the reason. 

— If anything, my men did it. That dog you called a father did not deserve my sword. 

Anger fills your whole body – not because you were particularly close with the king, but because König is parading his mockery of your supposed family. He hugs you with hands that are covered in blood, no matter if he is just the one to give orders. 

You try to get out of his grasp, but apathy fills you. What’s the point if the royal family is dead? What’s the point if you aren’t even the real princess. 

— You will not call my father…

He makes you shut your mouth when he kisses your head. Sweet and soft, you do not understand his intentions. If anything, it feels like yet another mockery. 

— I will call him like I want, meine Liebe. And you will still be mine. 

— I won’t just take it, Your Majesty. 

He laughs again. You feel sick. 

— With our wedding tomorrow, little flower, you will have to take it. Not the last thing you’ll take on that day, little princess. 

You feel like you are going to be sick. 

König kisses you again, forcing you to sleep in his hands. 

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #yandere cod #konig mw2 #reader insert

[thechaoticplayer]

Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

#nijisanji en #nijien #nijisanji #nijisanji smut #vtuber #nijisanji x reader #favorite vtuber #luxiem #Ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #Ike eveland smut

[eldritch-spouse]

So I'm a sick fuck. One of my favorite things is when an obsession is getting ravaged and they can sense that their "partner" is going to cum. She panics and desperately screams and begs them to cum outside, that she doesn't want to get pregnant, that she doesn't want a baby. Subsequently she is in a state of shock when they do as she feels just how thorough a claim that was.

Which of your ocs would find sick pleasure in doing this to their obsession and seeing her in this state of terror?

[I could probably put more here... If this was a single character scenario, I would have gone more in depth.]

TW: Noncon; Non-consensual impregnation.

Morell simply doesn't give you a choice. Sooner or later you're going to try for that kid, and you ought to get it through your skull that it is happening. He can't deny the thrill of the fear in your eyes, that doe look, just like when you first saw him, recognizing the predator he is. Morell can already feel the headache of having to undo this all, but he won't deny he wouldn't do this a hundred times. Gladly.

There's nothing Kalymir loves more than conquest. He's conquered Wrath, he's conquered you, now he's taking control of your womb. And you're trying to fight him for it, you poor little thing. It makes him so wild Kalymir nearly shatters your pelvis with his thrusts, laughing and outright moaning at your weak nails clawing down his front and face. It's almost like you want to make him cum faster, hopefully hard enough that it hits your brain.

Zizz is lazy. His pullout game is fucking weak. And, on top of that, he doesn't like to be denied creature comforts such as coming in you. It could be your mouth, your ass, who cares- He knows he's going to finish in that hole and you can't possibly do anything to dislodge him. The King tries to shush you the whole time and covers your mouth so you make less noise, shivering in delight when you freeze at the sensation of his ropes painting you.

Pinter thinks he knows better than you. They're always the same- "I'm not ready to move in with you", "This is moving too fast", "I can't have a kid yet", yes you can. And you will, stop stressing over nothing. Just enjoy yourself and don't pretend you don't like the feeling of his cum deep inside you. You're whining now but you'll get over it, you even squeezed so tight around him!

Miara thinks it's silly of you to get worked up over pregnancy. If ever there was a time for you to possibly conceive, it would be now- Protected by a goddess of fertility and conception, loved infinitely! You are scared by your mind's twisted perception of reality, by what centuries away from siadar did to your species. Although she cradles you lovingly when the shock of her seed entering you sets in, she throbs with pride that you are now destined to likely conceive a brand new generation of monsters.

Sybastian's role in the escape floor has taught him one thing. He really likes the hunt. He's always loved trickery, but that sweet span of time where he has to wrestle to get his way is phenomenal- And even if you two play at that often, you've already had to squirm and struggle to get his cock out before he could come inside more than once. One day Syb's just going to get too into it to let you stop him, and he's going to pant like a shameless mongrel while you quiver and freeze under him. He thinks he should have done this sooner, honestly.

Sever doesn't get why you'd want him to pull out, honestly. To him, that kind of reads as you rejecting him as a mate, and no yandere reacts well to that. Some other, more primal side of him affirms that it is indeed normal for you to thrash around some, so he doesn't really perceive anything to be wrong until you start giving him shit afterwards. He's very quick to secure you with several tendrils and to take his time milking his own orgasm inside you, enjoying what he assumes is your eventual submission.

*Hellion is a dick. Hellion likes to come inside you. You're physically too weak to stop him anyway. It all adds up in a horrid little concoction that is bound to go wrong for you. He does visibly thrill in your panic the more you notice he's getting closer to orgasm, sometimes playfully slipping almost all the way out only to slam even deeper on the next few pistons. That look of horror on your face is exquisite.

*Nebul decides where he comes, not you. This is something you ought to get through that thick skull already, and he'll help you understand it, by consistently coming inside your cunt for as many times as he wants. Screaming will earn you punishments, and physically attempting to fight him will have you regretting even thinking of such in the first place. Nebul takes advantage of those key moments where you're in shock to slip whatever messages of acceptance he wants in your mind, forcing you to focus on him with gentle contact.

*Vesper doesn't even give you a real chance to protest. It's so silly, the way you think. Don't lie to yourself, once you feel him come in you, you won't want anything else. It's laughable to even think you'd protest -You won't- But fret not, before it starts, Vesper promises he'll come everywhere, not just in you. You'll soon start asking him to fill you more, to the brim, and he's all too happy to oblige really.

Dishonorable mentions: Santi; Ludwig; Vinnel.

[* These characters have different methods of reproduction and/or certain traits that don't permit conception in specific settings, so their assault may not result in pregnancy.]

#Morell oc #Kalymir oc #Mother Miara #Vesper oc #Sybastian oc #Nebul oc #Hellion oc #Pinter oc #Sever oc #Zizz oc

[rottendollface]

Smoke Relationship Headcanons

Character: Smoke | Tomas Vrbada.

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, dom!Tomas, toxic relationship, jealousy; mental and physical abuse; unprotected sex, thoughts of baby trapping, oral sex; the action takes place before Bi-Han's betrayal, 18+.

• Tomas, who is searching for a civilian woman on purpose. He knows how to make a good impression, and he is well aware of his soft, lovely appearance. Once he has his eyes on you, he will act his best only to lure you into his trap.

• Tomas knows whom to target. He doesn't want a strong woman. He wants a shy, soft girl, a damsel in distress, so he can be her hero; but don't be fooled by such a valiant motive: the more he saves you, the more you owe him, and he won't hesitate to charge you for everything he has ever done to you.

• He lies about his background shamelessly. For you, he is a good guy, Tomas, who works as a policeman in a neighborhood district department. What about his family? His mother and sister tragically perished, and he was adopted by family friends. Tomas is a nice guy, and so are his brothers. He never tells you the names, dates, and places – and you can't even notice it because Tomas just doesn't shut up. He tells you so many things that you constantly lose the plot. However, from you, he expects to hear the whole story with all the following facts.

• Tomas is very caring with you. He assures you that you can trust him all your worries and your mind. His words are sweet, and his hands are gentle when he touches you. Tomas helps you with everything – you don't even have to ask. He is perfect, but he does it only to learn your weaknesses. Got too emotional and told him about your mental struggles? Tomas will make a note on how to put you into stress. Shared your fears with him? He is already planning on how to use it against you to make you vulnerable.

• He always belittles himself in front of you to hear you praising him. You put your whole pure soul into the kindest words he has ever heard in his life. Sometimes, he thinks that even his mother loved him less than you do. You are a marvelous persona, and he does everything in his might to become like you. Staying in your presence feels like basking in the Sun, and Tomas wants to become a better person for you. Did you really believe it? Well, it's better for him. Tomas does it on purpose – he gives you a false feeling of being a savior, an angel in a relationship to make your bond feel special.

• Does Tomas love you? Of course, he does, but the way he shows it is a little... different. He was raised by people who massacred his family. Since childhood, he had to kill to survive. He is a disgusting, sick creature, a predator who lives by animal impulses. Tomas doesn't know love in its normal way. He is afraid to lose you due to this reason, so he is hunting you in a different way: he wants to bind you to himself, make you addicted to him. Tomas will succeed, he believes.

• Tomas is jealous of you. He hates every man for looking at you, he hates you for being so kind with everyone around you, and he hates himself for allowing you to walk everywhere you want. It would be better for him if you were isolated from society. Tomas starts to scare you with police statistics on assaults on young women; he asks you to be extra careful when you leave your home, recommends you to give him access to your location, controls your outfits and makeup. You can shine with your beauty only when he is around, and while he isn't with you, you are allowed to wear something neutral so as not to draw attention to yourself. If you want to party with your friends, he has to know all their phone numbers and be in constant contact with you: if you aren't answering his messages for more than an hour, he will call you until you pick up. Tomas is aware that it scares you to see so many missed calls, and he does it to force a guilt on you. You have to excuse yourself and leave for half an hour in the best case to call him back, mentally prepared to hear his annoyed voice.

"...was found in an alleyway with her throat slashed."

"...her eyes were gouged."

"...drugged her drink and then raped her unconscious body."

Begging him to stop won't give you any results. Tomas wants you to remember once and for all: without him, you can easily become a heroine of tragic news reports. He will continue to intimidate you until you become too scared to exist in society.

• In relationship fights, he uses dirty tricks. Tomas gives you silent treatment to provide you an opportunity to think about your actions and goes on missions, keeping his phone turned off. It drives you crazy – every time you are afraid that he will be injured, and you will be the last to know about it. You would prefer him to scream at you than look you over and keep silent.

• Sometimes, when you two are not fighting, but starting to argue, he grabs your hands or claws his fingers in your shoulder dangerously close to your neck. Tomas is a strong man with an impressive physique – and some of his touches leave bruises on your skin. You ask him to be more careful with you, yet it goes unheard by him. His way to say sorry in this situation is to kiss each bruise after it gets its beautiful cornflower-blue color with purple streaks. The tenderness in his lips when he is doing that makes you think that Tomas likes to hurt you.

• Still, Tomas is a good husband material! He provides you, always makes sure your fridge is full of the best food. With Tomas, you don't have to worry about money. He will easily pay for your education and your cravings.

Tomas is traditional and believes that you should be a stay-at-home mother for your future children. To be honest, in Lin Kuei, you will have nothing else to do but to watch after kids. Sometimes, he dreams of leaving the clan and living with you like his parents did. One day, when it will be safe for him and you will have nowhere to run, he is going to tell you the whole truth about himself.

• Talking about children, Tomas loves the idea to be a family man. His foster parents made sure to raise all of the sons this way. It is also a good way to chain you to him. Constantly pregnant, you will have no other way but to stay with him.

• Tomas just feels the urge to breed you. Like an animal in rut, he won't cum anywhere, but inside you. Want it or not, he will force his seed in your womb. Tomas is the type to sabotage your birth control if you take any and impale condoms. He will find the words to assure you to have unprotected sex – he knows you so well he can convince you in everything.

• Tomas lives to grope you. He adores the way his big palms squeeze your buttcheecks, this delicious fat taking the form of his hands. He will grab you by your thighs when you sit next to him, making his way in between your legs by pressing on your skin roughly, impelling you to spread them.

• Thigh-sex from behind is a must for him: just one thought of his dick nestling in between your sweet inner thigs, right under your dripping pussy, gives him a boner. Your slick makes it easy to move, and Tomas shamelessly uses it for his pleasure. For you, it is nothing more, but a sweet torture, as you feel his throbbing length rubbing under your awaiting hole. You beg him and whine for him, but Tomas just grabs you by your hands, making you arch your back, and goes faster, bringing his climax closer.

• He won't go further without oral. Expect him to eat you out until you go stupid. Tomas is an expert in what he is doing: toying with your clit by sucking, munching and licking on it, he is then sliding his tongue down to your hole. Stuffing you with his saliva and tongue, he changes it on his thick fingers when it's time to go back to your trembling clitoris. He will slide up and down, his tongue flat to cover all the parts of your pussy.

Tomas expects you to give him head back after he finishes with you. The clouded gaze with heavy eyelids you give him when your plump pink lips close on the tip of his dick makes it more erotic. He is training you to take all of him in your mouth in one go, yet it brings Tomas more pleasure when you're starting at the tip and slowly making it down to the base, letting his length into your hot tight throat. You are sucking him, trailing every vein with your tongue. Saliva is streaming down from the corners of your mouth to your chin, making bubbles – Tomas is watching you with attentive eyes, memorizing every detail. Tomas is the type to grab you by your hair and start fucking your mouth roughly, enjoying you choking on his cock.

• No matter the position, Tomas is always in control of you. His hands never leave your body, helping you to adapt to his pace instead. Yet Tomas' favorites are doggy and missionary. For him, deeper penetration means better chances to make you pregnant. Taking you from behind allows him to go rougher on your poor cunt, that certainly will be swollen by the end of the intercourse. Pulling you on his cock, Tomas shivers at the feeling of your wet walls spasming around his length. His head is spinning when he sees his seed leaking out your red and messy pussy. Tomas pushes it back with his fingers, watching you squirm under him, as he is stuffing your already sensitive insides. For sure, he will go on you for another round, fucking his cum at the deepest parts of your womb.

• Every time you fall asleep by his side, Tomas is thinking about introducing you to his reality. It will be a long, painful process of your complete disappearance from previous life. Saying goodbye to old friends and family is never an easy task, but you will do it for Tomas – he will gladly help you with it.

#smoke smut #mk1 smut #mk1 smoke #mk1 smoke smut #tomas vrbada smut #smoke x femreader #mortal kombat 1 smut #tomas vrbada x you #tomas vrbada x reader

[ravenxvamp]

Chapter 1: Colter

Unedited

1899 Current Location: Somewhere In Grizzlies West, Ambarino

'A Dangerous Winter Wonder Land'

White was the colour that covered the vast misty mountaintop of the terrain that we travelled in. The wind howled and roared around us dangerously like a predator hunting its injured prey lurking viciously in the thick icy haze waiting to attack and feast on our soft, weak, and debilitated flesh. We held our clothes tight but each other tighter to protect our feeble bodies from the frosty weather hitting us in the faces like a shot to the head with a rusty bullet. I feel my fingers numb as I try to blow on them to stop the sharp knife-stabbing tingling coming from my frost-bitten nerve endings as my body transferred heat to my essential organs to try and survive this weather but it only made my lips dry and crack and the sensation in my now purple fingers worsen.

I painfully listened to the horses' cries out into the 'everlasting void' as the snow melted into their once-warm fur coats as they pushed forward carrying what seemed like the whole world on their backs as they pulled the ancient decaying wagons through the 6-inch snowy blanket that laid comfortably on top of the earthy floor, with another loud agitated sequel they pushed on with only the amber lighting from the lanterns to guide their innocent pure eyes. The void would be the only word to describe this area of abandoned mountain range although it was as white as a Christmas night, snow was all that covered this land along with a couple of twisted, withered, depressed trees that seemed to have disturbing soulless faces seemed to be carved into their bark like they were once wanderers that had once tried to escape the wrath of the storm like ourselves but that could just be a mirage created by the heartless blizzard on my restless eyes. Sleep was the one thing everyone needed right now if the blizzard didn't get us now then exhaustion or starvation will. Everyone had it rough right now if you could only see us now we'd probably all look like the Walking Dead as there wasn't one person in the gang whose face wasn't zombified with exhaustion.

The men had it the hardest being tasked with scouting and hunting in this lethal weather, I could not even move without being disturbed and rattled awake by the harsh weather conditions so I couldn't even begin to imagine being sent off alone into the unknown. It was almost like sending a man to his death, a death so slow and so painful that in your last moments, you'll be singing like a siren with a gleeful glow in your pitiful child-like eyes happy the artic torment is over looking up at the white overcast as you draw your final breath. Nonetheless, I trust that Dutch knew what he was doing despite the 'rumours' about that girl on the ferry and the Pinkertons in Blackwater and how he lost his mind and slipped into the everlasting depths of insanity that slowly rot your brain until you're trapped in your mind, I could it was still fresh in everyone's memories just by looking around you could tell they were starting to question Dutch's intentions.

My three thick layers of clothing seemed to do nothing against the war that swarmed and spiralled around us, I felt naked as if my 'womanhood' was on show for the whole mountain range to see. I was starting to lose hope as was everyone else of ever getting out of the winter wonderland hell hole,

"Still a got your head in that journal of yours I see"

I flinch at the sudden deep buttery southern accent and quickly slam my journal shut causing a small gust of wind to hit me in my painfully rosy cheeks, it seemed like I had gotten to lost in the moment again and started writing like a mad woman, embarrassed I look over at the hunky cowboy riding next to the wagon as we travel through the tundra. He had that stupid smirk painted on his face as he just seemed to love antagonising me in sickness and health he was there just to harass me and make me miserable,

"Arthur, what are you doing here?"

I say holding a firm tone but the excitement in my voice was undeniable as I had been quite lonely the past couple of days thirsting for a real conversation with somebody that wasn't about starvation or the chilling cold. Arthur knew just how to lighten up the mood of any room he stepped into and he knew just how to cheer me up as well as making my cheeks flush an erubescent colour with this sheepish look in his eyes like ima' big juicy stake ready to be eaten. There had always been some undeniable sexual tension since I had the pleasure of meeting such a man but it's yet to be discussed so for now it just lurks in the cosy aura I feel when I'm around him and I know he feels it too. I stick my head out of the wagon and look ahead to see if Dutch has noticed him slip away from his duty, "And says you," I say as I degrade him as he smugly rode beside me "I sometimes forget what you look like Mister Morgan" I say with a big smirk on my face, he let out a deep stomach chuckle and then shook his head in defeat, that rough rugged manly laugh always erupted something feral inside of me and filled my stomach with butterflies and made my head all dizzy like one of them damsels in Mary-Beth's silly story books and made certain parts of my body eager, "Fair Enough" he spoke with a sigh as he brought his hands up to his face and blew hot air from his chapped lips into his gloves and proceed to rub his upper arms.

"So, how are you holding up?" verbalizing his concern that had been eating him up from the inside, he didn't have to tell me this it was written all over his face "I heard that you got hurt in Blackwater and I just..." he trips over his own words like a newborn fawn struggling to stand for the first as he struggles to find the right way to make his true emotions and intimate thoughts known this was one of the great Arthur Morgans weakness, the gunslinger was so more complicated under the surface if only the Pinkerton's could see him now, "Wanted to see if you were okay," he says in a near whisper scratching the back of his neck I knew he felt guilty for not being there for me but also for Sean, Jenny, and Mac "I'm fine Arthur really I am" his gaze moved towards my injured leg which had been poorly banged with small dark red blood droplets seeping through the loose material and imperfectly covered by the fur on my boots his eyes glistening with regret as he quickly looks back up to me almost like he was looking into the sun "If only I was-" he goes to drown himself in sorrow and pity but I cut him off before he can utter out another miserable word "If nothing," I speak with a powerful tone in hopes he would show attentiveness to my words "You didn't know what was going to happen in Blackwater so there's no point in beating yourself up over something you had no control over" The wrinkles on his face only seemed to intensify as he tried to process the words that I had spoken with an honest tongue "All them' deaths ain't your fault there on Micah, that ferry job was a curse from the start" Arthur's face visible twisted with disgust at the mere mention of that snake's name.

"I know" his words spat venom towards the 'man' if you could need to call such a person a man but also his words had hits of exhaustion laced within two simple words as the last six months Micah had been riding with us have been hell, "I guess I just wished it would have gone down differently" he sighed once more still despite my words still beating himself up over it "Listen we don't even know if Mac and Sean are dead they could have got away, Sean is a slippery Irish bastard and Mac well... he's well Mac, he's gotten himself out of worse" Everyone knew Mac was definitely a peculiar character he was or is vicious, short-tempered most importantly wild probably the most out of control man I've ever met, well him and Davey.

I watch as his tense shoulders relax a bit at my words, I think he knew this deep down but just wanted to hear someone else tell him that it was going to be okay and that we were safe. Arthur would never admit this but he needed validation, he needed security, and despite his cold and hard demeanour behind it all was a soft and gentle man but years of being surrounded by violence had made him sour and bitter, at least that's how he acts on the outside. There was a war going on in his mind that he couldn't escape from as he constantly battles his own nature but man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself and he's losing, he has been for some time now.

We rode in comfortable silence as the frigid crystallised wind blew its harmonic tune around us causing our teeth to chatter in unison, I could feel him glancing at me now and again it was clear by his eyes burning into the back of my skull that he wanted to talk to me again but soon the building tension was sliced in half by a booming voice shouting over the artic storm,

"Arthur, get over here now!"

Dutch's sudden commanding voice almost made Arthur jump right off of his saddle he looked at me again his deep blue eyes twinkled like he had wanted to say something but he just tipped his gambler hat at me and gave me a cheeky wink making me blush before kicking his stirrups into the side of his horse and taking off ahead beyond which my eyes could longingly ponder fondly leaving me in an unpleasant silence and left an excruciating feeling in my chest that burned with admiration and blazing adoration for the simple cowboy.

After what felt like centuries of roaming this empty plane like the undead, Arthur under Dutch's request had gone out and found us an old abandoned mining town for us to camp out in just for a 'little while' to let Davey 'rest' Dutch had said but I think he knew just like the rest of us by looking at his red and pale sickly complexion that he might not make it another mile let alone another trot as his gasping for air got louder and louder and the cold temperature outside was not helping his lungs. Despite the rickety and decaying structure and the overall haunted aura the buildings had due to its emptiness, it brought me a feeling of warmth by just gazing upon its comforting wooden 'castle walls' As we slowly approached the deserted town more and more buildings became apparent to my vision I could already see the home we'd make out of this train wreck.

As the wagon came to a staggering halt as we approached one of the uninhabited cabins which surprised me that the wheels hadn't frozen over yet as the wood seemed to have been stained and chipped with a transparent glaciality blue, I eagerly but carefully jumped into the snow the fluffy blanket of ice trying to put to much pressure onto my injury as I did so, it reached halfway up to my knees my fur boots doing a good job a protecting my toes and legs from the snow that dared to melt through. I quickly grabbed the essentials like blankets, cans of food, and extra clothing as Ms Grimshaw and Dutch shouted at us like sheep and like

shepherds ushering us all into the run-down cabin so that everyone could get warm. It was no unsolvable mystery that hopes and the overall mood of the gang were low, lower than I'd ever seen, we had only just managed to slip out of Blackwater but it didn't come without the cost of Jenny, Mac, Sean and Davey who was currently being carried in by Arthur and Bill. His arms lifelessly dangling like a loose thread on an old cardigan but stiff like he was made from stone, if it wasn't clear to us before it was clear now that Davey had died in the storm it was clear now, with pale white and red skin with a blueish purple tingle and his eyeballs that seemed to drift away each other and his mouth seemed to be glued open like he had just broken his jaw.

Abigail approached the blue stone man who had been laid mummified on the table, she placed two gentle fingers to his neck checking and hoping for a pulse but when her blue eyes dulled to sombre inky grey everyone knew what she was about to say,

"Davey's dead."

Those were the two words people didn't want to hear right now, as of two seconds ago I didn't think that the gang could hint lower than this rock bottom but it seemed as of now doom and gloom was becoming the new norm. The gang desperately needed some inspiration to keep going so that we didn't have to dig any more graves than two and needed someone to give them hope, hope that they would die on some cursed frozen mountain in the Grizzlies. Bickering then erupted among everyone mostly about food, supplies and words of comfort towards Abigail as she fought so hard to help Davey make it out of this nightmare alive, I haven't known Abigail for long but she and Davey seemed close. I stood holding myself trying to stay warm, though we were inside my body still needed time to warm up from that whole mess outside.

My gaze then left the gang tired of listening to the same words getting repeated like a broken record player and I looked over at Arthur he looked like a mess but a beautiful mess, his hair seemed to want to escape from his scalp flowing in all different directions waving and spinning like royal swan ballet dancers but this was all hid underneath his hat. His gorgeous hazel eyes though glazed with sorrow as he looked over at Davey like everyone else he watched as they placed coins over his and shook his head. His focus shifted back to Dutch as he turned his head, I obsessively fixated on his sharp jaw and how his beard perfectly hugged his face tightly it made me secretly bite my lip.

"Listen... listen to me all of you, for a moment "

Dutch had cleared his throat before he had begun to speak in a grieving, but assertive tone to draw everyone's attention to him, he took a deep breath as he looked around at our famished, depressed, exhausted faces before he began speaking, "now, I know we've had a bad couple of days" he pause for a second to take a breath to stop himself from getting emotional at his ex-gunner recent demise "I loved Davey..." his tone changed to one laced with regret and grief you could tell the deaths had really gotten to him, "Jenny..." he continued and as he continued he began to speak more clearly and less emotional as he knew he needed to be strong to help the gang lift themselves back up and proceeded with his speech "Mac, Sean... they may be okay we don't know" though he wasn't sure if the two were alive he spoke of them like they could walk through the cabin door behind him at this very moment but still keep it serious tone as we didn't need to get our hopes up only for them to be brought down by the news that Mac and Sean had been killed. "But we lost some folks... now if I could, though myself in their stead..." he used hand gestures to exaggerate and emphasise what he was say into the truth "I'd do it... gladly" he looked around at us and his eyes meet with Arthur's for a second and he nodded at him in agreement, "but... we are going to ride out and find some food" he pointed towards outside "everybody, we're safe now. There ain't nobody following after us in that storm" slowly everyone's face began to light up, not that Dutch had singled handedly erased the sadness and gloom from our brains it just left nice to know that we'd be safe it was nice to have security for once "by the time they figure out we're here, we'll be long gone" his voice got high and more confident "now all of you get warm, and stay strong. Stay with me" if you were a wanderer and just so happened to walk passed this cabin you would of thought he was hyping up a mob "we ain't done yet!" he said as he proceeded to walk towards the door with Arthur disappearing into the snowy mist.

New camp meant a whole lot of work had to be done to get things up and running again, luckily for me due to my leg injury I had been excused from working and got to snuggle up to the fire enjoying its warm comforting embrace while I get to avoid Ms Grimshaw's wrath unlike the other poor souls who's cry's I just drink right up like a fine wine as I watch them run around like busy worker bees but despite everything going on around me there was no room in my brain to care about think about anyone other than Arthur. I was worried sick as I watched the blizzard outside grow stronger and stronger my stomach began to twist in a vile sickly way but other than that I was enjoying relaxing for once,

"Oh [NAME], get your head out of that silly journal for one-second girly I need to talk to you"

Or so I thought... "yes Ms Grimshaw? what is it that you need?" I tried my best not to sound annoyed as I was having such a good time like the little sadist I was listening to the other's complaints about their labour and now I thought god was punishing me for having such impure thoughts, "I wanted to talk to you about your living arrangements" I raised and slightly tilted my head at the older woman "what do you mean?" she scoffed and rolled her eyes like I was stupid before grabbing me with her aged hands hard enough to leave some minor bruising but I didn't think that was intentional and pulled me into a more secluded area of the cabin tucked away in a corner and away from the cosy fame I had just been sitting peacefully in.

"Will you and Mister Morgan be sharing sleeping arrangements?" This question caught me off guard causing my mouth to open slightly with shock and my cheeks flared up an embarrassing bright rosy red like I had just eaten something spicy so red in fact that there may as well be smoke coming out of my ears "What on earth do you mean Ms Grimshaw?" I said move defensively then I would of hopped, she again rolled her eyes but with a bit more flamboyancy and irritation this time and with a bitch smacked look on her face with injunction strained in her voice she proceeded to say "don't play coy with me, girl," pointing her wrinkled finger at my chest like a mother scolding her child "you know better then to rile me up, you know damn well what I'm talking about!" I of course one hundred per cent knew that she was referencing mine and Arthur's relationship status at the moment.

The question alone had left me feeling flustered that other people thought me and Arthur were something more than we actually were. Hidden sexual and romantic interactions like teenager star-crossed lovers who only just found out that relationships can consist of more than just sloppy kisses were not rare in fact, they were so common people started thinking we were sweet on each other. If I could explain our current relationship in two words it would be 'business transaction' we had become so needy and thirsty like animals in heat we found each other for the first time in a time of luscious sorrow both being without partners for so long and whisky is a horrific combination for two lost heartbroken souls, Mary didn't want him and my love had passed. Ever since then, we have had this strange relationship where feelings weren't supposed to be felt between the two it was supposed to be purely lustful but liquor is a sober man's poison and Arthur has never been able to hold his drink or maybe he was too much of a gentleman to use a woman in such ways I guess I'll never know.

"Are you just going to stare at me like I'm stupid or are you going to answer me woman?" when I realised I was all up in my own little world again I tuned back into the single more terrifying expression that Ms Grimshaw just the look of the tint of impatientness in her eye made me want to jump out of my skin and run away with my tail tucked in between my legs like some skittish little street dog "It's hard to say... well, begin to say what we are" Ms Grimshaw still not amused by my flustered reluctance on my current relationship status huffed with annoyance "listen, girl if you're not going to give me a straight answer I'm just going to go on assumptions" I was going to say something to defend my hesitance, but it was too late she had waddled away throwing the cabinet door open most likely going to go work on the others sleeping arrangements.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of pure grotesque torture my mind flashed of the 'assumptions' that vile woman Ms Grimshaw had made to make my life hell, I saw her messy bun and her elderly face peak back through the wooded door in which she had disappeared out of not too long ago, "Miss [NAME], get over her girly" she shouts over the wind and waves me over sticking half of her body inside the warm cabin, not wanting to keep her waiting I get up quickly causing some strain on my leg as I forget about its injury's and almost trip like some drunken fool as I followed her through the snow like she was a mother duck and a was a little duckling.

Ms Grimshaw led me towards one of the cabins the cosy's looking and the one with the most structural integrity at least from what I could see. It almost felt like home but home was what we make it like a homeless man would call a cardboard box a mansion if he was surrounded by people who he loved dearly. We make do with what little we have and are grateful to have each other to hold up together, a flower can't bloom without a little rain but I'd describe our situation as more of a flood.

She opened the door and warmth hit my face once again, I was great by Molly's uptight expression, not the usual snotty glare. She was standing by the fire well she wasn't doing much standing as her fingers were practically down the back of her throat like she was trying to make herself throw up after she ate something rotten. Molly jumped not expecting our company and clearly enjoying her time isolating herself from the rest of the gang like she so often likes doing, her eyes sparkled for a moment painfully obvious that she thought we were Dutch before realising we weren't she scoffed not in an arrogant way as usual but more in a disappointed manner to which Ms Grimshaw rolls her eyes at the young woman and waves me over to a room on the right.

I was shocked, to say the least, that this was one of the 'good' rooms. Paper was scattered all over the floor along with rotten floorboards that had come loose and had just been pulled out from the ground and thrown to the side like some used whore, along with that there were chunks of glass that littered the floor accompanied by some dried up leaves that had been blown in by the cold draft in addition to that there were some cool halloween decorations of tiny animal bones that looked like they belonged to a rat, there was no way one of us was going to be sleeping on that floor. Talk about sleeping arrangements the bed didn't look cosy either the mattress was all ripped and torn like it had been attacked by a bear but it looked big enough for two people though it was hard to tell with Arthur's bulky figure, "So here we are, this is where you and Mister Morgan will be staying, if you change your mind there is always a space for you in the main building" I smiled and thanked her for her assistance before she rushed out to attend to other things. She was such an amazing woman Ms Grimshaw and everyone seemed to take advantage of that or undermined her contribution to the gang, it was sad really. I lay on the bed, the mattress not being as bad as it looks it just needs some blankets and it would be perfect. I stare at the ceiling not properly being able to stop and process everything that's happened so far I start to feel drowsy until a voice breaks the silence,

"Hey everybody Dutch is back!"

I faintly heard Lenny's excited shout as my eyelids started to fall heavy but they sprang back open again and my mind immediately flickered over to Arthur.

I make my way over to the gang most of them had come out of the comfort and warm to see Dutch in hope that he'd brought back some food or something to help us survive, so there was a big penguin huddle around him and Arthur and a strawberry blonde woman who looked terrified, traumatised even she couldn't stop violently shaking like a helpless animal that had just been shot and I just knew it wasn't from the cold. If feel as if Dutch made the right decision bring her here but that was just a gut feeling and I tend to be a person who thinks with my head and not a silly feeling in my stomach. I later learned her name was Sadie Adler, poor thing had become a widow. I looked at Arthur from a distance and I could tell that he was burnt out, he had dark circles around his eyes and looked seconds away from nodding off. I wasn't really listening to Dutch speak as I was too worried about Arthur  and to be frank in this moment of time there was a vile depression swarming in my mind like a toxic black fog that made me cold and not care if we all reached the pearly gates or the fiery deeps of hell as much as I'd hate to admit it. he looked really bad like he was going to collapse any second now swaying back and forth like a drunken sailor and blinking slowly like a reptile in the desert, he was clearly in a world of his own. I waited impatiently for Dutch to stop speaking or in other words stop yapping out of respect for the old man I didn't want to ruin his amazing speech so that I could slither on over to Arthur.

"You okay cowboy?" I say as I hobble over to him and gently stroke his arm with my gloved palm moving it up and down on his cotton blue coat, oh how badly I wanted to press my soft warm virgin lips to his rough and scarred face and to hold him like a child in my feminine embrace as I run my fingers through his unkempt hair and whisper dove-like songs to him as I tell him 'it's okay' but if you haven't gotten the hint by know that wasn't how our relationship worked. He looked surprised to see me and grabbed my palm with his larger hands and gently like he was holding a rich china set moved my hand back to my sides rejecting but appreciating my touch at the same time, "you should be resting" he spoke in a straggly strained tone I found this very ironic coming from someone who had trouble keeping his eyes open "so should you" a sigh erupts from his dry cracked lips knowing he didn't go back and forth all day or too exhausted to give me lip, he gave in to me, "come on big boy, let's get you to bed" I say as my gloved hand tenderly gripped his and guided him towards the cabin. He tailed behind me like a giant puppy afraid to walk astray from its mother, it made me all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that Arthur had the strength and build of a bulky grizzly bear and the personality and charm of a cougar and could very easily over power me at any second and pull away but right now he was letting drag him through the bone chilling snow his grip on my hand was lose and soft as if he was holding onto glass, his touch though small and insignificant to those who didn't know the man but Arthur's touch spoke volume he was gentle with those who needed and rough to those who needed it but he had never been sweet with his touch it felt like an angel had came down and blessed my pure feminine hand with that of a rugged man's, like an abused street dog I didn't need him to speak as the silent language of touch alone told me that our relationship was growing into something more then a casual fling.

I help him over to the bed when we get inside the cabin his legs wobbling a bit as he goes to sit down, he lets out a long frustrated hot grunt as he throws he head back slightly revealing his Adams apple as he takes of his old dirty hat and runs his now un-gloved fingers through his hair as if he was aggressively petting a dog before his fingers traveled up to the bridge of his nose and he pitches it. With a thump he sits down on the elderly and rather uncomfortable bed, "I'm exhausted" he spoke in a worn out strained sexy voice and he really was quite a sight as of now... but much as I'd like to drool about him all day like a yearning virgin with a rotten blood red devil heart with the thick black wings of fallen hopes and the maggots of love and desire eating away at the fleshy wall that is fear and impurity, he was a real person at the end of the day a person that filled me with thoughts of lechery and complexed feelings that felt the need to be sexualised every second by some desperate lonesome woman in my mind that is me. "Would you like some help?" He didn't even have the energy to look up at me or verbally respond to my question so he just nodded, so I knelt down in front of his perfectly sculpted face. Him despite being sat down he still towered over me like a great old oak tree as one by one I pulled his boots with two great tugs, not the usual activity I get up on when I'm on my knees for him so it felt unfamiliar with the domesticity of it all but oh well, "so how was your day?" I ask standing up to assist him in taking of his coat and slinging it of his shoulders "well despite almost freezing to death, I think that... I'm just fine" he spoke with a bit of hesitance it was clear that he thought something else in that hollow head of his but I thought nothing of it and shrugged it off.

"So will you joining me anytime today Miss?" I felt my whole body flush up a red crimson, my mouth started to fill with droll, my palms started to sweat and I felt my heartbeat in my chest and somewhere else he had never been this straight forward with me before so it surprised me and also aroused me,  "I... well, you see..." I slurred over my own words my fluttered state becoming apparent to the man as he looked at me with the biggest smirk on his face laying with arms behind his head and his legs crossed with his hat back on his head again but pushed down so you couldn't see his irresistible ocean blue eyes "nah, I don't think I see why not" his smirk growing with every second my face invents a new shade of red and shuffle my feet uncomfortably like a penguin "come here' beautiful" his buttery voice was like a siren's sweet lullaby to my ears almost making me buckle and melt like ice cream under the sun. I try not to look to eager as I kick off my fluffy boots being careful not to accidentally touch or knock into my injury but I think he could tell that I was eager my the way his sleepy eyes seemed to follow me around the room and have a tint of amusement in them. I walk over to the bed and lay next to him it was awkward for awhile as we don't usually share a bed together, so I wasn't used to the beds dip to the side Arthur was laying and the way it sort of pulled me towards him like a black hole but I tried to the best of my feeble ability not to roll onto his husky chest, or the heavy breathing that he huffed like a dragon in and out of his lungs as he relaxes into the bed but still seemed uncomfortable somehow. That was until Arthur wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest "I don't want you hang' off the edge to the bed there darling, hope this ain't to awkward" I guess me being uncomfortable made him uncomfortable in a weird romantic type of way it wasn't awkward at all his touch was like a beacon that light up my dark soul or the fan to fuel my fames, it actually felt nice to be held a feeling I had once long forgotten of being in the arms of someone you love and care for "not at all..." I whisper listening to his steady heartbeat like it was a song played by god himself and his angels, the warmth from his body was ecstatic and helped lull me to sleep. The last thing I remember was the faint whisper of something Arthur had said to me in my last seconds of consciousness I being think my fine moments in the 'Wild West' back in the good old' days when we weren't on the run from what seemed like the whole world and the relaxation of my muscles hit and then I started to fade away.

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Author's notes: I hope you enjoyed reading Until My Last Breath as much as I did writing it. Unfortunately, I am slow writer so there will be extremely slow updates but I promise you it will come out.

I'd love to know if you love the story so far and what your views on it are so don't be afraid to leave a comment.

I am planning on writing a Dutch Van Der Linde fanfic if any of you are interested please let me know.

Also, it is unedited at the moment so please if you see any mistakes point them out to me, thank you!

Thank you for reading.

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[ormrin]

Humans like super scary stories!

See Sirius!

Humans are seriously suicidal creatures. Do you know that they usually have CHEMICALS AT HOME WHICH WHEN COMBINED ARE CREATING POISONOUS GASES?! Watch the video https://www.facebook.com/reel/852621426042287?s=yWDuG2&fs=e.

In my opinion, the cause of the suicidal strangeness in question is psychological. Because even children of humans are allowed to read books and watch movies with the so-called "three-liers" and "ho-horns". If at least the second name sounded alarming to you, it was quite correct. The plot of works of this type consists in the fact that a group of weak-looking humans, or just one of them, faces some kind of enemy - or exceptionally an impersonal danger. And instead of immediately starting to get help, THEY TRY TO INVESTIGATE THE CLEAR DANGER! At the same time, they pulls out such stupidities as they split up, one of them goes into a cramped, confusing or even dark space, someone tries to negotiate with a visibly deranged enemy and in the process reveals how many there are or where the others are - and so on. So people facing that danger become victims.

This is one of the few types of media that does not show humans as predators - that is, except for the possible human enemy. In addition, the "three-liers" mostly use people's stupid ideas about advanced technology, aliens and so on. Would you believe that they have a movie about an alien with invisibility technology - I don't see what use that would be for any of us - that has HUNTING INTELLIGENT BEINGS as an "entertainment"?! And the name of the "three-lier", which is "PREDATOR" will probably get you perfectly! Hahaha, predators are humans, don't you know? So the idea of a PREDATOR OF PREDATORS is terribly terrifying! These works contain A LOT OF DISGUSTING VIOLENCE AND KILLING - and when I say disgusting, be prepared for DETAILED GRIEVING INJURIES, LUNGING VICES AND POOLS OF BLOOD! If you are already sick, then you better skip my lecture about human sexuality and breeding. In such human works, evil almost always wins - this is another exception in otherwise positive human prose, poetry, paintings, films, etc.

Oh, and don't even think of watching any human film with the word ALIEN in the title!

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[bonefall]

I tried translating the family of my older OCs into clanmew, it's my first time so it might not be the most accurate.

Silverstrike = Ssoenkubo (silver furred striker). Pretty straight forward like the leader who named her. She was named for her fur colour and ferocity. Although she did receive an honour title of Strikinglight during after the war against her former colony. More detail underneath.

Strikinglight = Kubo-owosha (Striking light clipping around shadow). Significantly more poetic and references her uncle's name as she received it for fighting against Blackbirdshadow, directly and indirectly, throughout his leadership and almost dying. A lot.

Coppertuft = Yaryenaofa (Copper furred with tufts). Also very straightforward but does make you assume he has copper fur. Coppertuft is a phoenix coloured cat, and was born with copper fur but now looks more like a pseudo-cinnamon. The unusually tufty fur is unrelated. Although Coppertuft received the honour title Firewing which is detailed underneath.

Firewing = Kafyarbeof (Wildfire feathered wing). Received the name for successfully running through a burning forest, despite many burns, to warn an allied group of the spreading fire, whose leader demanded he receive an honour title which reflects the feathery wing-like burn scars he received.

Goldbranch = Rreenbaryen (Golden furred branch). Named after golden fur and because he's built thin and long, as well as to reflect his role as guardian which is a role I made for a cat responsible for the territories health (takes notice of weakness or sickness in prey/plants, warns of overhunting) and tends to herbal gardens.

Blackbirdshadow= Ooheemoomae (Blackbird casts blurry shadow from high above). Named to fit the rest of his siblings and black fur as well as his way of hunting which involves making his prey aware of his presence and using that to chase them into an ideal location. Never received the -star title as the Rushbound colony has never practiced that.

Featheredfur = Bufwanfaf (Feathery fur). Brother of Blackbird and father of Striking, Fire and Gold who was named for his fur texture completely. Throughout his youth he was very shy but came more out of his shell with the influence of his (now ex-) mate, Wolfwatcher. Almost received a dishonour name later in life but for political reasons he couldn't get one.

Wolfwatcher = Uruoopipo (Wolf-like with notable sight). Named to invoke strength, which she certainly embodies, due a surprising amount of death shortly before and after she was born, including her siblings and mother. Also named due to her superb vision. Like really, really good sight.

Goldbranch sounds just like a Head of Hunting in BB! Their job is basically territory management. Keeping track of predator territories, biome health, and occasionally organizing efforts to uproot invasives. Though, in base Clan culture they don't truly "garden," that's a role Poppyfrost invents.

Your names are excellent, so I'm drawing a blank on a good word to give you! Great work!

#OC Submission #Clanmew

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

My favourite quotes from my lottienat fic because almost no one saw the last chapter and I'm low key really proud of it lol

"Lottie loves so many broken things. She loves things that hurt her and damage her and stitch her back up, she loves things full of rot and ruin, and she knows she would sacrifice her very self for them. She knows broken doesn’t mean unlovable, but Malcom Matthews clearly doesn’t agree."

"She’s crying blood. Her organs are rusting. Her body is decaying. The animals will smell her. They will come, they will hunt her, they will take her, they will eat her. Consumption. Sacrifice for the fractured girl as they mount her body, as they drink her blood, as she provides iron tears and lies (truths?) lies her mutilated mind believes. And she will let them, she will-"

"It seems unfair almost, that something so pretty and pure should be destroyed with such violence. But life wasn’t fucking fair especially not for fragile things. "

"She was also a girl built for deafening love and silent sacrifice. An angel of chipped black nail polish and bloody knuckles and a heart that loved deeply enough to drown. A siren of rough edges and unconditional devotion."

"It’s comforting in a way, that someone will always see her in her plainest state. No lights or flash or ornamentation. Natalie will always see her as a girl. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s tenderness in a way she’s not sure what to do with, vulnerability in a way that keeps her eyes on the road as she reaches into her pocket and wordlessly hands her lighter over."

"Take anyone else's burden and Natalie Scatorccio will meet it square jawed and unflinching. She had always done the hard thing without a single complaint, glaring into an unwanted spotlight and plunging wrist deep in decay to ensure the job was done. Make it her own problem however, and the running starts. A scared child, a slaughter ready lamb, a damaged collection of fear and love and good intent."

"She feels a second away from being devoured, pray ready and waiting for consumption. Only it’s another pray waiting for her, looking at her like a one more burden will send it crumbling down in unsteady collapse. But maybe pray is too innocent. Maybe it’s predator on predator, maybe they’ve both lost their meaning. Nat’s eyes flick down, just for a moment, and Lottie feels like floating. "

"But they were still the same people they always were. Broken, damaged, ruined. Natalie couldn’t talk Lottie to safety. Lottie couldn’t talk Nat into seeing that she was worth something, that broken things were lovable as long as they weren't called Charlotte Matthews. And yet she tries. Like a pretty, useless show pony with only one trick."

"Lottie is selfish to the core, cold poison latching onto her heart and pumping itself around her brain. The passivity of her mother and the cruelty of her father leaves her with a deadly combination. For herself or others she’s still not sure, she can’t know. She doesn’t want to. "

"She thinks the heat might spread then, from forehead to fingertips to cheek to hips. Maybe that would be enough to heat her into something solid, something permanent, something whole. Maybe she just wants Nat. She doesn’t know exactly what that says."

"Lottie’s been freezing all her life, she’s sick of running from fire. She wants to be burnt alive. She wants to be melted and drunk from her lips down, from her broken brain and worthless selfish heart. She wants Natalie Scatorccio to burn her alive, with all the tenderness and care of the storm in her eyes, with all the sacrifice of an unwilling love. She wants it to be willing for her. She wants her. She wants-"

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[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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-Chapter Three-

Maul cackles when the jedi goes limp in his hold. Weak. Defeated. Submissive. Oh, what a beautiful thing it is!

He dumps the other man onto his ass and retreats to the water's edge, nearly euphoric. "Enjoy your prison, Kenobi. I hope you find it very comfortable."

Blue eyes glare at him from the floor, but it only delights him further. Maul rolls backwards on slippery black scales, and disappears into the water.

It is time to let the jedi stew in his dwindling hope. Maul intends to find ways to give it back to him... and take it... and give it... and take it. The perfect game, endless amusement until he decides it is time to break the jedi for good.

He swims gracefully through the cave system, almost dancing through the water in his delight. Maul heads for open seas and the room to move. There is a geyser field not far off, with luminous magma flows on the sea floor which make for warm currents and good hunting. The perfect place to plan his next move.

Kenobi, Kenobi, Kenobi… how to keep a Kenobi? To keep him bloody, barely mobile? To keep him starved, begging for food? To keep him... or to kill him?

Oh, ohhhh, how good it would feel to plunge his claws into the jedi's guts, to tear his liver from him and eat it while he watches, hopeless and dying. The very idea is enough to give Maul the chills.

But only… only once. He can only kill Kenobi once.

It would not do to rush the finale, he thinks. Killing him too quickly would only rob Maul of his due, and spare him the full spread of his just desserts.

The dragonfish sith rides the thermals of the magma field, and tries to focus through his own crazed glee enough to plan. Enough to think through logistics.

How best to keep a Kenobi?

First, containment.

The caves were his home, winding tunnels with multiple air pockets, rooms as big as a cargo bay and as small as a closet. It had always been a boon that some sections went closer to the surface… but did they go too close? How far could a force user go without breathing? He isn't sure, anymore. Some knowledge from his old life is simply gone, decomposed during the process of his rebirth.

He would have to get Kenobi to admit to his own limits.

Hmmm… perhaps putting something the jedi wants into a cave not far from the empty room he was stuck in, and encouraging him to go to it? Then another thing, a little further away. He could see how much effort it took…

Yes, a test. He could design a test. That would do. Later.

What else? …food. Yes, food was important.

Maul snatches a blind eel fish from the rocks, and considers it thoughtfully before tearing it's head off with his teeth. Could Kenobi eat eel? Crab? Can jedi live off the sea as he does? Could their weak stomachs process raw fish? This knowledge is also missing, and what personal references he has to compare it with are spoiled by dint of his original species. Zabrak were obligate carnivores. He is still an obligate carnivore. Unhelpful.

But would a hungry jedi admit what he wanted to eat? Maul could even frame it as a kindness, to keep him off base. Room service in prison, what luxury!

He rolls over in the water, laughing silent bubbles that catch the green glow of his eyes and scatter it. The light attracts a school of small, clear fish. He plucks one from the stream of them and pops it in his mouth like an hors d'oeuvre.

What else, what else…

Containment, nourishment… hm. Maul struggles to think of what else a prisoner might need to survive. Perhaps more will come to him later? He will think on it again. In the meantime, he will go back to Kenobi. Watch him, and see if he tries to escape, to wander, or to get into Maul's private cave. There are weapons there, and he will not be allowed such things.

With sufficient plans for the time being, the dragonfish sith returns, drifting into the water of the prison cave slowly, stealthily. He rises up in a shadowy corner so that only his eyes and ears are above the water line.

The jedi is still there. He is pacing, holding a wristcomm up to his mouth and speaking into it.

"This is jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi. If anyone hears this message, please contact the temple on Coruscant and inform them that I am trapped underwater in a cave system off the coast of Theed. Tell them Darth Maul lives. You will be rewarded for the effort. Please."

Kenobi draws in a breath, turns to take another lap of the space, and begins again. "This is jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi…"

Maul covers his mouth with a hand, holding in the snickering that wants to escape and give his position away.

Oh how fun! The fool thinks a little wristcomm has enough signal strength to be heard through leagues of water and stone. Grinning, he sits and watches the other man uselessly call for help, making bets with himself on how long the hope would linger in those blue eyes, how many repetitions it would be before Kenobi gave up begging to empty ocean.

He gets to seventy four repeats before the jedi sits down on a rock, elbows on his knees. One hand holds up his forehead, while the other bears up the comm device to his mouth. At a hundred and sixteen loops his voice trails off, scratchy, and then he falls silent.

Maul slides through the water, going down and under, then coming back up in a pool close to the jedi's left side. He puts effort into stealth, setting his arms on the shore and putting his chin down on them.

There, he waits to be noticed.

Minutes tick by in a pleasant daze. Kenobi sits before him, bent and broken, hope for rescue leaking from him like a cracked glass. Maul watches the man, tail swishing in the water, and thinks he could do this for years. Just sit, and bear witness to Kenobi's growing misery.

The jedi coughs. The dragonfish sith frowns.

Kenobi coughs again, dragging a hand down his pale face.

He is falling ill? Already? Maul scowls ferociously. He is weak! Already he is dying? No! No!

The jedi can only die when he allows it, and not before!

His tail slaps the water in agitation, and they both freeze. The sith quickly wipes all expression from his face, relaxing back onto his forearms as Kenobi turns to look at him.

"Back again, I see," the man says grimly. "Come to kill me?"

Maul grins at him, ever cheered by the idea. The man looks at his mouth and grimaces, seemingly put off by all his excellent teeth.

"Did your allies not return your calls, jedi? What a shame... perhaps they do not want you anymore?" he says, in the tone of a sympathetic confidant. "Do not fret, I will keep you."

"Or you could not," the man suggests dryly. "What worth could I possibly have to you, except for dead?"

Maul laughs at his naivete. "Tell me Kenobi, what do you eat?"

The jedi turns on his rock to face Maul. "Are you taking special requests? Because I would trade my shirt for a shadwa club sandwich right now."

The sith snorts, "Think seafood, imbecile."

Kenobi looks at him, really looks at him, and Maul finds himself compelled to roll his tail, showing off the translucent blue fins and the pretty dots that line him.

He blinks, confused as to where that inclination had come from.

"You're intending to keep me alive then?" the jedi asks.

Maul refocuses, his grin returning as he drags himself up out of the water. He gathers the length of himself beneath his torso and sways closer. "Yesss, jedi. You are here to suffer. You may only know the privilege of death when I am satisfied with my revenge."

Kenobi looks up at him from under long, damp eyelashes, assessing. "I truly doubt you can keep me alive, sith. This cave of yours will run out of oxygen sooner rather than later. I'm already burning through energy trying to stay warm, because everything is wet and freezing cold. I am actively healing myself to handle the pressure acclimation, and I cannot continue for long without a place to rest that won't simply result in hypothermia. Besides, what am I to drink? Saltwater? Hah."

Maul leans back on his tail, brow furrowing.

The jedi stands to meet him, crossing his arms. "I'll be dead in hours at worst, days at best, so you had better decide between watching me asphyxiate, killing me yourself, or letting me go before it happens."

Maul gnashes his teeth in agitation, clawing at the force for answers. No. No! Hours? His revenge cannot end in hours! He has dreamed of it for years!

"Well?" Kenobi asks, droll, "What's it going to be, hmm? Murder or mercy?"

He hisses, "Shut up! I am thinking."

The jedi simply watches him, calm, leaning back on one hip.

Maul flexes his hands, clawed fingers clenching and unclenching. "You will not run out of air. It is always fresh here. Cold… cold. Water. Wetness. Cold. Water." He mutters to himself, thinking of solutions, then raises his chin. "What is most fatal to you, jedi? Which of these threats would steal you away from me first?"

Kenobi looks away, and for a moment it seems as if he's considering the consequences of silence… but then those blue eyes come back around. "The cold. I need to warm up, or my heart will give out."

The dragonfish sith mentally chews on that. He seems warm, to himself, but what temperature is that? Hm. The only thing also warm to him down here are the magma flows… but perhaps their gift could be borrowed?

"I will return," he says, and flips himself back into the water.

Maul swims out to the same field, sinking down and hunting until he finds a brightly lit geyser. The small mountain glows luminous and orange at the core, so hot that even the frigid seawater cannot temper it.

Cautiously, the sith reaches out with the force, pulling on a chunk of molten stone as big as he is. The magma is slippery and uncooperative, but he is determined and far more powerful than mere rock. He pulls a ball of it up and out of the geyser, pushing it through the water and away from the mount by the force.

As it rises the edges cool, becoming a black shell that belies the burning within. Once it is raised high he approaches, finding that it is too hot to touch, but pleasant to be near. Perfect.

Very pleased with himself, Maul swims back to the caves, fighting with the ball to get it through the winding corridor. At one point he has to set the black shell down and batter at an outcropping to make way. When approaching Kenobi's cave, he must also take care to keep the rock from touching the plants and burning their air-giving leaves and light shedding mosses.

He rises from the water perhaps half an hour after leaving. The jedi is in one corner, looking miserable and damp.

What a delightful thing to return to.

Maul drags the magma ball up into the room with the force, where it takes up space at the center. After a moment, steam begins to waft off the surface.

"What in the blazes is that?" asks the jedi, rising to his feet.

Maul points at it, preening, "Warm."

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[deceitful-darlings]

honestly rook is one of my favorite potential yandere characters lol.

yandere Vampire Hunter Rook finding you, a weak and hungry vampire feasting on some poor soul that stayed out too late. when you finally notice Rook, you try pouncing on him and using him as another source of food but Rook can only just laugh in pity at your attempts to get him. he immediately counters you and slams you into the nearest wall, pinning you so you can’t get free or attack him. he holds you down with one hand and taunts you by cutting his wrist on something sharp (that was nearby) and holds it by your mouth but not as close as to where you can freely drink from him. you grit your teeth and ask him why he doesn’t kill you already instead of playing with a predator. he simply chuckles and says something on the lines of “ah but you’re too interesting to kill mademoiselle. you have caught my eyes. and i’m afraid that once something does catch my eyes, it never leaves my sight.” finishing rather darkly. “ah but where are my manners, forgive me.” he moves his wrist to where your mouth can drink and as soon as he does, you latch onto him drinking whatever you can. feeling drained enough the odd hunter pulls his wrist away and bandages up the wound (he’s also pulled away from you which was nice). full from the meal you sit down rubbing your eyes and almost immediately fall asleep to which Rook chuckles. you were obviously a young vampire, turned not that long ago, because any older vampire wouldn’t be caught dead asleep out in the open nor in front of a vampire hunter. Rook made up his mind then and there to take you home with him, making sure to lock you up so you couldn’t escape when you awoke and putting dark curtains in front of the windows in your room to make sure you also didn’t burn to a crisp while asleep.

Ok but this is absolutely the type of thing Rook would do.

Most vampire hunters have a certain air about them, either professional or grisseled, but Rook is one of the odd ones. Most like him don’t make it past their first few hunts, and people expected the same of him, so you can imagine their surprise when he kept returning safe and sound. While flirtatious and ridiculously overzealous about him bizarre view of beauty, he’s deceptively effective and dangerously talented and hunting his prey. Some notorious vampires even fell to him, so when he finds you how can you think anything except that your life is over?

Whether through deliberately denying your urges to hunt as you didn’t want to harm, or simply being unable to, you hadn’t fed in over a week. Your hunger driving you nearly to the point of insanity, you jumped the first person you can across after scraping together enough of your sanity to wait in a backalley at night. When Rook finds you, you’re certain your life is over, the small part of logic in the back of your mind telling you that you can never win this. And you were right, you couldn’t.

You hate how he acts, the casual way in which he treats your fight, as if this is some kind of sick game to him as opposed to the cruel reality you called your life. It’s mocking, you’d rather he kill you on the spot. But he doesn’t, you can’t understand why he lets you drink from him, and you hate how degrading it feels to be feeding off the very man who caught and incapacitated you, but what chance do you have against your instincts? It’s dehumanising, reminding you how you are very much not human anymore.

You barely register him moving away, but when your vision fades you expect it to be the last time it does, that it was some kind of strange courtesy that the hunter had given you before finally ending you life, but to your surprise they open again.

A room you don’t recognise, a bed you don’t recognise, clothes you don’t recognise. But the man by the window-

Oh you recognise him.

It seems like a sick joke at first, you’re confused, thinking perhaps this is some kind of afterlife where someone who showed you kindness was your guide, but as the temperature settles into your skin and your stomach remains full from your feast the night before, it dawns on you. The bastard didn’t kill you after all. But why? Why would he keep a vampire, the very thing he was meant to exterminate alive? Wasn’t he joking when he said all of that to you? Wasn’t it just something you imagined up in your hunger induced hysterical aggression?

Apparently not, or else why would he be draping such heavy curtains across the window to keep it out of the room? Why would there be rattling chains keeping you secured to the bedframe? Those very chains that had him turn around.

“Ah, you’re awake ma chérie! Now, now, don’t struggle so! I wouldn’t want you to damage your wrists in your weakened state! Hm, kill you? Oh, how amusing! Don’t you remember my words? Don’t fret, for I will repeat them as many times as you need! You caught my eye ma chérie, and once I am enamoured my eyes will remain upon you for as long as I shall live! Ah, I see. It’s natural for newly turned vampires to be volatile, such a feral nature, unencumbered by the rules of our society, such a natural and pure beauty! I shall be patient with you, for that and love is all even a feral creature needs to accept those who mean them no harm!”

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[thecreaturecodex]

How do you think that fiendish and celestial ecosystems work? Fiendish and celestial animals explicitly still need to eat, drink, sleep, and breathe - how do they do that, and interact with the outsiders that don't need to do those things? Do they still follow the same ecological principles as in a typical setting, or is there some sort of quota for virtue or evil that they need to fill?

A few thoughts:

Since fiendish/celestial/etc animals only exist (in a Doylist sense) in order to make the summon monster spells more consistent and balanced (ha-ha), maybe these entities don't exist unless summoned. Like, a summoning spell is about tapping into the quintessence of an Outer Plane and shaping it into a form that can fight on your behalf. Low amounts of magic power, low level spells, get you unimpressive creatures like dogs and ponies. Large amounts get you megafauna and dinosaurs.

But that's rejecting the premise a bit, so let's Yes And this idea. In Pathfinder at least, animals with an alignment template do not become sapient. They're just infused with their alignment, little bits of quintessence collecting in them like bioaccumulated toxins. Which means that, if a mortal eats a lot of celestial animals, they might accumulate some goodness via their diet. This could change their alignment, make their descendants more likely to be celestial-blooded sorcerers or aasimars, or just make them ping on detect alignment spells, depending on how you wanted to play with it.

So I imagine that ecosystems of alignment templated organisms would function at least similarly to natural ecosystems, but there might be some variations depending on the alignment. To whit:

Celestial/Good Alignment: In a celestial ecosystem, predators still hunt, and prey is still hunted. No "T. rex uses its giant teeth to crack coconuts" nonsense, thank you. But predatory animals intentionally go after the sick, weak and elderly as a matter of instinctive mercy, not mere opportunism. Good herbivores eat what they need to and nothing more, and take care not to damage plants they do not consume (elephants don't knock over trees in Heaven). Animals are more cooperative with each other in general, and mutualistic associations are found between species that don't do so in the Material Plane.

Fiendish/Evil Alignment: Fiendish animals are the opposite. They intentionally kill more than they need to and waste food. They focus on hunting the strongest opponents in order to impose their might on others. Parasitism is (even more) common in a fiendish ecosystem, as are amensal interactions--one where an organism injures another with no cost or benefit to itself. The competitive exclusion principle plays out violently, with species constantly being wiped out from a region by battling their neighbors to the death.

Resolute/Lawful Alignment: In a lawful ecosystem, things work the way ecologists model it on paper, not the way things do in real life. Species have nice precise logistic growth, and then stop reproducing on their own once they reach carrying capacity. Nocturnal animals wake up exactly when darkness begins and go to sleep exactly when daylight begins, and diurnal animals the opposite. Herbivores only ever eat plants, carnivores only ever eat meat, and omnivores split their diets by measured and consistent proportions.

Entropic/Chaotic Alignment: Nothing works the way it's supposed to. Population sizes zigzag wildly without rhyme or reason. The amount of energy that passes through levels on a food chain changes with time and doesn't obey thermodynamic laws, creating bizarre ecosystems where carnivores are more common than herbivores. Come to think of it, this might explain why there are so many man-eating monsters in RPGs. Organisms change dietary, climatic and other requirements by sheer chance. Evolution actually works like Lamarck thought it did, with organisms willing themselves to have traits they want to use for a particular reason (again, might explain how RPG ecosystems actually work...).

So what I'm getting at is that I would play around a little with how an extraplanar ecosystem works, to help the plane feel alien. And I'm starting to suspect that evolution and ecology only work the way they do in Golarion, Aber-Toril, etc, is because the Material Plane is secretly chaotic.

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[amnhnyc]

Can you imagine a world without lions? For #WorldLionDay, let’s take a moment to appreciate these majestic but vulnerable animals.🦁 Considered the most social of cats, lions live in prides that consist of one or more males, several females, and cubs. While a male lion consumes an average of 5,500 pounds of meat a year—mostly wildebeest, zebra, and antelopes—females do most of the actual hunting. Lions once roamed much of the African continent, but over the last century, they’ve disappeared from more than 80% of their historic range. Only about 20,000 are left in the wild. Those that remain are under threat from human encroachment, poaching for bushmeat that snares lions inadvertently, hunting for local and international traditional medicines, and trophy hunting. The disappearance of lions would have major implications for their ecosystems: these apex predators hunt weak or sick animals, keeping ungulate populations healthy and helping to maintain the conditions of the grasslands and forests where they live. Photo: Charles J. Sharp, CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons #AnimalFacts #lions #conservation #nature #NaturalHistory #wildlife #lion #cats #BigCats #dyk #ApexPredators https://www.instagram.com/p/ChFTvO9rQBB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[hardcore-lonewolf]

💉BLOODLINES💉

Prompt inspired by the newly crowned Vampire King in "DC Vs Vampires"; Plot: The Team has to keep their eyes on Robin whenever he first starts craving for the Lucky Girl's blood by Batman's strict orders...DO NOT LET HIM BITE HER, little did they know is that the Boy Wonder won't stop playing his favorite hunting game with Kitten to claim his prey as her predator. Batman describes her fresh blood as intoxicating and addictive for other vampires due to her pure magic energy from her astral projection of cosmic mana. The Team are ready to get these partners in crime through isolation from their blood pact and psychic bond they have with each other.

Robin was going crazy and the Team wasn't helping by isolating him inside the cage far away from Mouse. He ran out of blood bags and Batman was getting some more for his protégé before the Romanian acrobat goes on a berserk rampage for fresh blood. The Boy Wonder was panting and trying not to lose his sanity in front of the Lucky Girl.

The Team watched their comrade lose his mind while Mouse was frowning at him with sadness and worry. No matter how many times that her six comrades reassure the Lucky Girl...she seems to look concern and feel guilty about being a favorite painkiller to the vampire. Robin never said anything bad about her and would let the young thief cuddle right next to him as the warmth to his chills.

"Please let me out guys, I wanna hug Mouse." Aqualad shakes his head no, Wonder Girl and Superboy was protectively hiding Mouse behind them.

"Robin, we can't risk you draining Mouse's blood. Till Batman comes back with more bags for you, you're stuck in isolation and away from her." The Lucky Girl hugged Miss Martian, who held her and let the thief feel comfortable.

Mouse tries to walk over there, but both Kid Flash and Artemis kept her away from the Boy Wonder for her own safety. The Lucky Girl wasn't afraid of Robin and his vampirism...she was very curious about it. Batman explained the whole story and history behind it, which got her much impressed by how their kind were very different.

Ever since she found out about being half alien, the Lucky Girl would sneak out and bring some fresh blood bags she got from her birth mother's hospital clinic for Robin only. The Dark Knight eventually caught her and Mouse came clean about why she brought him his food. The caped crusader took her offer of getting blood from that clinic and it seemed to dim down the Boy Wonder's cravings for the red liquid until now.

Apparently...the clinic is doing blood donations and organ transfers for the poor. Mouse was scared for Batman's protégé due to the lack of control and attention whenever he smells the crimson substance. The Lucky Girl wasn't going to let the six people she sees as older siblings think that she's weak and fragile...she's ready to confront Robin about why he's trying to keep her away from him.

"Robin?" The Boy Wonder snapped his eyes open from hanging upside down to see Mouse rolling some fresh blood bags in a small ice box for him.

"What are you doing here Tiny? It's dangerous for you to get near me," the Lucky Girl shook her head no with a deep frown and slid the box over to his side.

"I'm sick and tired of you guys thinking that I'm just a fragile human being!" Mouse told Robin, shocking him as he grabs his meal and his fill of cold blood.

"Tiny, I'm a vampire, I could hurt you!" Robin growled at her in warning, trying to scare her away from him.

"So what? I just found out with my brother and cousins that we're half human!" Mouse retorted back at him in defiance, shifting into her Anodite form and standing in front of him. "I saved the Team in this form and they still believe that I'm a doll."

Robin stares at Mouse's alien form in shock and awe. His crush looks like a holy saint fallen from the heavens and was a blessed gift for him as his guardian angel. The Boy Wonder walks to the cell's door and was staring down at her a bit through the glass.

"I know you're scared that you'll hurt me, I won't run away again...please Robin, I'm worried about you." Mouse begged him softly.

Mouse gently puts her right hand at the door and leaves it there before leaning her forehead against the glass. Robin places his left one there to copy her and responds with a small smile while putting his forehead where she places her against the glass. The partners in crime closed their eyes and let their feelings speak through the sound of silence by the glass.

Batman walks inside the cellar with Catwoman to see that his adopted son was having a silent isolated moment with his godchild and was silently relieved that the Boy Wonder didn't try to latch himself onto Mouse. The Dark Knight sees a small ice box and notices that Robin was being fed with blood along with strawberries to cope with his craving by the Lucky Girl. The two younger heroes saw their mentors and they smiled at the couple.

"It seems you two have been getting along well," the Boy Wonder nodded his head yes while drinking some blood and humming at the sweet taste.

"Robin was hungry, so I got this delivery from Dr. Nelson and she made sure this blood was very healthy for him to drink." Mouse told her godparents. "I decided to show Robin my true self and he let me stay. I was lucky enough to find some huge strawberries and let him eat some with blood."

The glass suddenly came right off and Robin sighs in relief. Mouse held one strawberry in her hands and he gently eats it in response. The Lucky Girl could hear him purring in content and loving the full attention from his crush.

"Don't worry Robin, you'll be coming out of this cage soon and we can go somewhere for our picnic date. I promise you," she told him, earning a bright smile from the Boy Wonder.

Their picnic date was all fun and games. The two heroes were spending the greatest time within the crystal cove, they even shared their first kiss inside the cave with privacy and were now dating. The Team doesn't know about them being together cause Robin and Mouse tend to know how to hide their secret relationship as lovers.

"Hey Robin, how's your date?" Robin smiled at the words and begun telling the Team everything without blowing his cover. "Mouse, do you think his girlfriend's very cute?"

Mouse nodded while trying not to blush and was eating a green apple. The Boy Wonder walks over to the ginger-haired hacker and whispers that his thankfulness for getting his cravings down. The Lucky Girl hummed and nodded in agreement.

Artemis and Kid Flash was teasing the Boy Wonder about him being whipped by his new girlfriend. Wonder Girl, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Superboy suddenly grew suspicious about how Mouse had almost turned red and thought it was jealousy at first till that day came. Robin was currently back in his bedroom in Wayne Manor and the Lucky Girl was sitting next to him.

"Kaldur, Opal, Conner, and M'gann are growing suspicious about us. I got a picture of my classmate James and you got me as Eve Lynne. Nobody on the Team knows about who I am...except for you." Mouse said to him.

"Artemis and Wally are gonna kill us for this. If they asked if I call you..." Robin trailed off in fear and nervousness.

The Lucky Girl squeaked softly in response with a petrified look and the Boy Wonder hugged her. The two sidekicks already told Batman and Catwoman, who shockingly approves their relationship like her biological family. Robin and Mouse sighed before they got ready to head into Mount Justice.

"Hey guys, how's your dates?" Robin and Mouse smiled nervously at Wonder Girl.

"Awesome/Great," the younger sidekicks responded, walking over to Kid Flash and Artemis.

"Hey Rob, can you call your girlfriend, I wanna meet her through the phone?" Kid Flash asked.

"Uh," the Lucky Girl went silent and left to get a book at the library.

"Where are you going Tiny?" Artemis asked her best friend.

"To the library, I met her already and it turned out his girlfriend is my date's little sister." The Team let her slide for the moment as they heard the Lucky Girl go to the library and shut the door.

"You guys know what, I'm gonna go practice in the training room...bye!" Robin was about to leave when Aqualad firmly pushes him back on the couch and the Boy Wonder knew he was screwed.

"Robin, call your girlfriend or we tell the rest of the Team about who you really are." Robin froze with disbelief, he nervously calls Mouse and puts it on speaker.

Superboy suddenly hears the familiar ringtone "Whispers In The Dark" by Skillet coming from the library and went wide-eyed in shock. The Boy of Steel could hear Mouse whining and trying to run inside her bedroom. She slams the door shut and answers the call.

"Hello?" Mouse replied softly in a whisper.

"You're about to be a dead rodent when you come out," the rest of the Team heard something moving and Mouse was probably busy trying to hide herself.

"Robin...tell the truth, Opal scares me worse than Conner." The Lady of Redemption gasped at that in offense while Superboy chuckles a bit and felt appreciated about those words.

"I'll hunt you down Mouse...just wait and see. Robin," a portal was suddenly formed and Robin was yanked inside the pink dimensional vortex with his phone before Kid Flash can react. "Dang it Mouse!"

Mouse hangs up and they shut down their phones. Robin was shivering like the Lucky Girl and pecked their lips. The Boy Wonder shifts into his bat form and she turns into hers before Mouse forms a psychic bond due to their blood pact of marriage.

ROBIN: Where are we, Bat-Cave?

MOUSE: Yes.

The two bats were flying through the Bat-Cave while practicing their flight skills and getting along like they did inside the crystal cove. Mouse forms a barrier to keep the Boy Wonder's body protected and secured from anything that's his weakness. Robin flew around her and the Lucky Girl giggles happily before hugging him.

Batman and Alfred found Robin hanging upside down on the Super Computer. The Boy Wonder wasn't alone, Catwoman and Patience sees the Lucky Girl beside him. Mouse was curled up under his wing and he was nuzzling her head with his nose.

The Team arrives a few minutes to see two bats hung upside down and noticed one of them have a hot pink collar on its neck. The Amazonian demigoddess realized that Mouse must've turned into a bat and was snuggling with the Boy Wonder. Robin turns back and took the Lucky Girl in his arms.

"Why didn't you tell us Mouse?" Miss Martian asked.

"Cause you guys have been overprotective of me whenever I'm near Robin, he won't even hurt me at all. If so, how come I'm still alive then huh? My family has a history with supernatural creatures and disasters. He'll never bite me...but he still wants blood and I supplied him some cold packs of them last week for his isolation from my mother's clinic and made sure it was O-." Kid Flash froze when the smaller bat spoke, Batman took her and gently placed Mouse right next to her mentor, causing her to fly and use her bat wings. "Thank you Batman...we formed a blood pact and a psychic bond when we were ten years old. Robin couldn't risk losing me cause I had almost died by how much mana I've losted, his family is part a royal bloodline that leaves him as the last of their kind and I somehow imprinted him in response due to my inner confirming that he's my true mate. We talked about it at a crystal cove, then the rest...well...we decided to be private about it and not show you guys out of guilt. Either way, that was uncalled for Opal. You realize that Robin and I can't even die right?"

Mouse shifts back to her human form and turns into her two forms...her hybrid and alien form, turning back to her human self. The Lucky Girl levitated down on the ground and walks over to Robin. The Boy Wonder turns into a bat and she cooed at him softly with a small smile, kissing his forehead in response that blushes from her affectionate gesture.

The Team watched as the bat in Mouse's arms was comfortable with her holding him and she gently caresses his wings with her glowing fingers. Robin was flustered red behind this form and was enjoying the full attention from the Lucky Girl. The Boy Wonder flies over to her right shoulder and tenderly nuzzles his face onto her cheek.

"I never thought Robin will be like this," the Boy of Steel whispered the Team.

"Wow Robin, she got you whipped huh?" Robin hissed at Kid Flash with glowing red eyes, who steps back goes behind Wonder Girl out of fear.

"Never push a vampire's limits KF, this one's really special and is a very good person. I remembered taking good care of him in this form, he was afraid and insecure till he realized it was me. He wasn't hurting as much like last time, but I couldn't let him suffer and be in pain. Robin never left me since then," Artemis gave the Lucky Girl an amused look and a raised eyebrow at Robin's flustered face. "I fed him earlier ago, he didn't want blood...he wanted fruit instead. Isn't that right my favorite vamp?"

Mouse sat down on a rolling chair and continues to eat her fresh bowl of fresh red strawberries. She passes a few to the Boy Wonder, who happily eats them and gave the Team a cheeky grin in his bat form. Wonder Girl rolled her eyes at the vampire while smiling and seeing Robin be fed by the Lucky Girl.

WONDER GIRL: This boy actually put a spell on her... MISS MARTIAN: Exactly. KID FLASH: He's an evil little bat, I'll tell y'all.

"KF is right, you really are pushing your powers to make her take care of you Robin." Robin shrugged at Aqualad's statement and continues to munch on some strawberries.

During a mission...Robin was hurt, Mouse was there to save him and he was drained from his blood cravings. The Lucky Girl sighs and unzips her collar to reveal her lithe neck. She bares it to the Boy Wonder and nods at him to bite her.

Robin was hesitant and tries to control himself from biting her. Mouse held his gloved hands in hers and begun healing the Boy Wonder from his open wounds. The Lucky Girl could see the Team trying to stop the thief from doing this and she was willing to do this act for her boyfriend.

ROBIN: Mouse, I can't.

MOUSE: I love you Robin, please...I know you're craving for blood. I'm willing to let you do this to me.

Robin takes a deep breath and kisses her face. The Boy Wonder's eyes were turning red and was trying to not act feral on Mouse. The Lucky Girl let him see her neck and his feral eyes were surprised that his mate was submitting to him.

Mouse takes a deep breath and felt the vampire kiss her neck. Robin found her sweet spot when her breath hitches and forms a hickey there. The Boy Wonder finds the vein he wants and licks there to make sure he don't shock his mate with fear.

The Lucky Girl gasps softly when she felt a set of fangs sinking into her neck and blushes madly in pleasure. Mouse could feel Robin's vampire venom giving her an excellent painkiller and she was stuck in a cloudy daze. The Boy Wonder hummed in delight and sucked some blood he was craving ever since they first met each other.

'Mine,' the Boy Wonder thought through feral possessiveness. 'My mate, my lover, my bride...she's all mine.'

Mouse closed her green eyes and held his cape tight in an iron grip. The Lucky Girl pants softly while Robin finishes and licks the two punctures up. The Boy Wonder gently kisses his mating mark and picks her up in his arms.

"Robin, what happened?" Robin looked down at a sleeping and flustered Mouse in his arms bridal style.

"Mouse let me suck her blood, she's somehow still alive through the whole thing." Mouse hummed in her sleep and cuddles close to his chest. "It seems that my blood cravings have stopped when I drank hers, she tastes sweeter than usual and I got myself hooked on it."

Kid Flash was about to take Mouse when Robin growled with red eyes at the speedster and bare his fangs as a threat to his best friend. Wonder Girl sprayed him lightly with holy water in warning and the Boy Wonder pouts at the demigoddess in response. Aqualad was surprised by his girlfriend's actions and she was clearly not letting Robin attack his best friend out of primal instinct.

"No biting from you anymore little bat," the demigoddess told Robin. "Try something, I got more inside my room."

"Where did you get holy water?" Miss Martian asked her, shocked that the demigoddess got something like that on her.

Artemis takes the Lucky Girl instead and the rest follows the archer. Wonder Girl was watching Robin twitch and shake with fear for holy water. The demigoddess was known to be scary due to her godparents Superman and Lois Lane.

"Superman," the Boy of Steel smirked down at Robin...their own mentors got each other's weaknesses now. "Batman has Kryptonite stones, Superman got wooden stakes, garlic powder, and holy water his room...hunters like my dad will never stopped packing this with him. Now then...let's head back and debrief before this blood-sucking heathen starts turning us into fruit snacks."

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Hello!! I've come bearing Slenderman ramblings!!

This an old 850+ word rant I had saved up for awhile:3

First of all, Slendermans character is so infuriating to work with, because although there is no canon source to define him there's an overall perception that Slenderman would think, and behave just as a human being would. Which is bullshit, not even regarding his species (Psudeohomo orthedio) which is a whole other pitfall, his upbringing by his DEMONIC ENTITY father Emperor Zalgototh would heavily imply he was separated from anything displaying humanity, and the way his powers, and abilities work would showcase that he's more of this super predator like animal.

"But Gracin-" You cry out at me, "if you perceive him as an animal, how does he have organized proxies, and all these major assets to his disposal, and he's totally built like a human being"

Listen, I never said he was a stupid animal, I called him a super predator, which if anything would bring the exact opposite into consideration, he'd have to be incredibly smart in order to survive this long, he's one of 5 in his species, I doubt The number was always that small. He'd have to be one of the best.

So the proxies, what are the proxies, how does he run his operation? Well, to Slenderman, his proxies are his constant source of food. He knows how much of a rarity he is, he knows he can't charge into the public, and begin to feed because the humans have advanced, and he'd be wiped out too quickly.

So how do we adapt? Well. We take human young, and we raise them to hunt for us, that's what we do.

That's likely why Slenderman only takes children/teens in usually, or the mentally 'sick' that have been otherwise ousted from the human's protected society. He takes them in, uses the advantage of his abilities to mentally, and physically wear them down until they're weak enough to accept Slendermans requests, and fulfill them. His requests for them to go, and hunt for him. That rundown house he hides in isn't a house at all, it's his nest, each new proxy or killer is simply an addition to his growing hoard.

Any Kind of speech, or language his hoard believes is coming from him is most likely an attempt at mimicking what the Slenderman knows will work, cries, threats, voices of loved ones you never knew Slender even located, laughter, sick laughter. Anything to unnerve, and potentially destabilize whoever he needs too for the best results.

His highest proxies are probably those he deemed too stubborn for the auditory illusions, and had to take stronger extremes too. Slendermans powers are manipulation based, he can trick the human mind, cause hallucinations, false memories, if he really went to his furthest extent, Slenderman has the ability to implement a part of his own mind into another body as a means of controlling it on a whim, which is likely what he did when choosing his top 2 proxies.

There's one power he uses on every single creature he spots, the memory manipulation, he always blurs out his face, contorts it, removes it, it's a habit of his he'll never drop.

Onto the Slendermans body, I wouldn't change much, if anything I want to shed light on abilities, and features that already exist that go unnoticed.

The Slenderman DOES have a face, but due to his shapeshifting abilities, he hardly ever shows it, only ever bringing out a twisted mouth in order to feed on whatever scraps his proxies bring back to toss him.

Also the tentacles, they're nothing like octopus tentacles in the slightest, and are more like spider legs with a fleshy, almost gooey exterior. He's in no way humanoid in his position either, I imagine him being Quadrupedal (4 legs), you can see in the structure of Slenders hands there's 4 'fingers', which are hardly fingers really, they're claws, and his hands are built for scuttling about, crawling, and climbing. I believe in this adaptation Slenders suit would be part of his body, it's more of a pattern that tricks his prey into considering him human, his feet would be replicas of the hands with the exception of a back claw In order to help his feet dig into the forest floor when he sprints at a potential meal.

I believe his pale complexion would suggest he's nocturnal, he doesn't strike in daylight because it may be damaging to him, which is another reason he employs young humans who would be able to hunt prey down while it's awake, and moving around (something Slender would be incapable of on his own)

He's pale, and his eyes aren't designed for sunlight which is likely why he shifts over them, blinding himself before the sun can.

Thank you, this was 'Tism time with Gracin', glad you could attend.

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