#strong and sharp teeth runs in the family it seems

[onyourowndaisymae]

mistletoe mayhem

a/n: i wanted to get out a festive little piece before the holidays are over. sorry for the lack of posting-- i am so sleepy all the time. also i just got my wisdom teeth out so if this is nonsensical i do apologize. i am on several pain meds

characters + content: lucifer, satan, asmo, solomon, simeon x gn!reader

word count: ~1.3k

prompt: it's christmas at the demon lord's castle. drinks are flowing, music is blasting, and you're caught up in the fun of the party with everyone in the main hall. when you slip away to grab yourself another drink, however, you collide with another body in the doorway. who is that? and what's that above your head, dangling from the doorway... is that... mistletoe?

"Lucifer?"

colliding with the solid chest in front of you knocks some of the breath from your lungs. yet, you don't tumble to the unforgiving ground. you look up and see red eyes searching your face, gloved hands steadying you by the underside of your arms to keep you on your feet.

he breathes your name easily. "watch your step."

"my bad," you reply. you didn't even realize you were clutching the front of his coat until you let him go. lucifer's lips curl into an easy smirk as he crosses his arms.

you readjust your clothes and start to wander off with a polite nod, but his hand catches your arm again. "wait a moment."

"huh?"

his gloved finger points above you to the top of the doorframe. there, dangling above your head, is a bundle of mistletoe. you should have known lord diavolo would have the place decorated in such a way-- he'd been asking you for weeks about human traditions for the festive season. you must have told him about this one somewhere along the way. judging by the look on lucifer's face, he knows what exactly that leafy sprig means.

"mistletoe, is it not?" lucifer starts, then seems satisfied when you nod. "i owe you a kiss. if you'll allow it, of course." the smoothness of his offer makes your cheeks split with a delighted grin.

"i'd be offended if you didn't."

"and we can't have that, now can we? not during the holidays." and with that, his lips meet yours.

"Satan?"

a sharp swear hits your ears as strong hands catch you, gripping your shoulders with startling intensity as he somewhat forcibly props you back onto your own two feet.

satan's cheeks are flushed as he looks you up and down once more to make sure you're alright. his fingers find your shirt and dust you off once more for good measure.

"are you alright?"

"i'm okay," you answer, now secure in your own footing. "thank you for catching me."

"sorry for running into you in the first place."

there's a gap of silence. he shifts awkwardly on his feet, eyes flickering up above your heads to the top of the doorframe.

"is there something up there?" you ask. your gaze flits up above you to find a leafy sprig adorning the doorframe.

"if i'm not mistaken," satan says lowly, cheeks aflame and eyes darting from yours, "that's mistletoe. there's a human tradition where two people kiss if they're caught under it together-- i assume you've heard it?"

"i have."

there's another beat of silence where satan looks hesitant-- his body is angled towards yours, leaned in ever so slightly in interest, but his mouth doesn't move. the words won't come out. you can tell he's interested in the tradition, but he doesn't want to pressure you because of the tumble you almost took. you'd find it more endearing if it wasn't so silly.

"... do you want to give it a try? 'tis the season and all."

he lets out a breath you had noticed him holding and nods, scarlet in the cheeks as his fingers brush against yours. satan's lips find yours-- soft, grateful, melting into your touch as voices of your friends and family fade into the background.

"Asmo?"

"oh!"

two arms wind around your body, pressing you against him as the two of you fumble together lightly. you eventually find yourself unscathed and on your feet once more.

"sorry, hon, i didn't see you coming," asmo murmurs, fingers flitting over your form to help fix your hair and crumpled outfit.

"i'm sorry, too. i wasn't paying attention when i came around that corner. are you okay?"

"i'll be okay. now that i've got you alone, actually, i've been meaning to ask you about something."

a delighted little smile crosses his lips, and he takes your hands in his to coax you closer.

"anything, asmo. what's on your mind?"

"this whole mistletoe tradition solomon was telling me about, is it true? you really make out with someone under this plant? it sounds to me like one of the best human traditions i've heard in awhile."

"it's more of a kiss than a full make-out, but yes, sure, i do suppose it's an interesting tradition."

"and what's the plant look like?"

"uh, it's this leafy green little thing, usually tied up somewhere on the ceiling or in doorframes."

"like that?" asmo lifts a finger from your intertwined hands to point up with a devious grin. sure enough, above your head, you spot a sprig of mistletoe.

"you knew that was there, didn't you?"

"well i wanted to try out the tradition myself. and there's no one i'd rather do it with than you! so maybe i bumped into you on purpose to get you under here with me. is that so bad?"

as you find yourself leaning in to ring in the holiday season, you can't help but think maybe bumping into asmo under the mistletoe was a gift itself, even if it was a silly plot on his part.

"Solomon?"

"mc!"

your bodies bump together uncomfortably, and the two of you fumble together to stay standing. solomon's boyish laugh rings through the area, and you can't help but laugh a little yourself at the absurdity of almost bowling each other down on your way through the doorframe.

"are you alright?" he asks, giggles subsiding into a softness as his eyes scan you for any minor bruises or bumps.

"I'm alright. are you?"

"i am. better now that i have you alone."

"oh? and what is that supposed to mean?"

"did you happen to notice the mistletoe above us as you were walking this way?" solomon asks. your eyes drift upwards with his to see the plant hanging above your heads-- probably mistletoe, considering it's decorating the castle for the party, but honestly you'd never been close enough to know what it's really supposed to look like.

"not until now. assuming that's what that is."

"you think i'd lie about that?" he teases.

"oh, for sure. anything to get a kiss."

"ouch," solomon whines, pressing his hand against his chest to cover the emotional wound your words left. "i would never go so far as to deceive you. if i wanted a kiss, all i'd have to do is ask."

"that's true," you murmur, leaning in as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

silence.

"anyways," solomon starts, pulling away with a chesire grin and turning on his heel.

"solomon! you bastard! i thought you were gonna--!"

before you can protest further, his lips are on yours, grinning and kissing you senseless as he backs you up against that very doorframe-- to ensure you stay caught under the mistletoe, of course.

"Simeon?"

a gasp comes from the body you collide with, as sharp and unexpected as the collision you found yourself in. the body bumps into the doorframe with a muffled noise of surprise.

"oh, i'm so sorry! i didn't see you coming!" the apology is out of your mouth before simeon's fully steadied himself on his feet, but he's already chuckling jovially and reaching out to comfort you despite nearly tumbling to the ground.

"i'm sorry," he replies. "i should have been paying more attention."

he reaches behind him to adjust his cape, but his gloved fingers brush something caught in his hair and he frowns. you pull it out for him-- it's a decoration. leafy, green, christmas-y. you look above you to see the hook from which it hung in the doorframe now swinging empty after your collision.

"did i knock that over? i'll have to apologize to barbatos." simeon mutters. then, after a moment, "what is that?"

"mistletoe, i think."

"mistletoe?"

"it's a human realm plant," you tell the angel, twirling it in your fingers. "we hang it up around christmas time. it's for couples. when you stand underneath it together, you're supposed to kiss."

"oh," simeon answers quietly, cheeks heating up at your simple explanation. he looks pensive for a moment. "should i hang it back up?"

"huh?"

"well it sounds like a good excuse to kiss you, and i'm not one to let that chance pass me by. or can we just--?"

he gingerly slips the mistletoe from your fingers and holds it up above you, grinning bashfully. no more words are needed-- you answer the angel with a sweet kiss to mark the occasion.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me imagines

[professional-yapper]

Aonung x Albino reader? 🙏🙏

Burn

Aonung x Albino! Reader

Warnings: sunburn ig?, awkward Aonung (he can't flirt to save his life this is true James Cameron told me himself), teasing as flirting, the tribe they're from is giving cult x

"This is stupid, Vipka," you huffed, ducking under a branch as you followed your twin brother's ghostly figure closer and closer to the edge of the dark forest that your tribe inhabited.

"Don't be a wuss!" he called back, flashing you a sharp grin. "We might find something cool!"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, or we'll find something dangerous, get ourselves killed, and end up in the Nothing. Eywa's word is that we stay here, in the Dark, where it's safe."

Vipka rolled his eyes right back, bounding towards you, grabbing your arms and giving you a little shake. "That's what the elders say. If Eywa wanted us to stay here, she wouldn't have made me so curious about what's out there."

You gritted your teeth, but couldn't find a proper response to that beyond a muttered, "That's blasphemous." And you relented, following your stupid, reckless brother towards the edge of the forest.

Not that you were sure there even was an edge. After all, no one besides the elders actually knew. You and Vipka were only heading in the direction that the elders went in when they left the village for reasons you and Vipka weren't allowed to know.

It really could just be the forest, going on forever and ever, and you would keep going until you went crazy.

A silent prayer formed on your lips, to Eywa, who had cared for your people even after they had been foolish enough to burn their Spirit Tree down. All that was left of the centuries-old catastrophe was a charred old stump held in reverence.

Once, your uncle had whispered a story to you of tribes far away, where the sun shone brightly and their Spirit Trees grew strong, and they could even connect with their dead through the Trees themselves. It seemed fantastical to you, who had grown up knowing upon death your people would go into the Nothing and never be heard from again. Eywa's punishment for her disobedient children.

But after all... You wondered if it could be true. If you and Vipka walked far enough, would you find a tribe with no Nothing, with a Spirit Tree that grew and flourished and kept their ancestors safe?

You didn't know whether to hope so or not. Would you even be able to return home once the elders discovered yours and Vipka's disobedience? Perhaps Eywa would punish the tribe again. Maybe your family personally.

Once again you called for Vipka, but he ignored you and his pale, slender form disappeared into the trees, running now, fuelled by the adrenaline of doing something so forbidden.

Not that this was forbidden, just wandering through the Dark. But it wasn't really the Dark, anymore. The dark green of the foliage had bled away into a lighter hue, punctuated with bursts of colours. Flowers and plants and fruits that you shied away from, eyes wary as you picked your way through this new world.

You shielded your eyes against the strange light filtering through the trees, golden and hot against your skin, which was already taking on a queer pink tint that you recognised vaguely.

The elders were often this shade when they returned to the tribe. Vipka had overheard them calling it... the Burn?

You couldn't be sure, but you covered your flushed arms with your hands and kept going.

A squeal suddenly pierced the warm silence, and you froze, ears dipping and tail waving with brisk worry. "Vipka?" you called, taking a few stilted steps towards the source of the sound.

Another squeal, but definitely not Vipka. An animal of some kind. And voices. Loud, cheerful, calling to one another as they got closer, evidently following the squealing thing.

Hunters, maybe.

Not from your tribe, for sure.

You began backing up, preparing to turn and run like hell all the way back home. Vipka could keep going for all you cared, could be caught and eaten alive by the tribes beyond the Dark.

A large animal burst out of the undergrowth and you shrieked in fright, leaping back and colliding with something or someone, falling down in a jumble of arms and legs.

The animal veered away at your cry, thundering in a different direction.

"Damn!" the thing that had fallen down with you swore, shoving you off unceremoniously. "You scared it away, skxwang!"

"Fuck you!" you spluttered furiously, climbing to your feet and rubbing your lower back. You were angry. Fucking furious.

But then the strange Na'vi stood up, and you considered that it might not be a good idea to square up with him.

He was built like a tree. Broad and muscular and a weird shade of blue. Twice your size, at least. Could absolutely crush you into dust.

You didn't want to stick around and find out.

But before you could run, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back, staring at you hard with his weird pale eyes, dark curls plastered to his brow, entire body covered in sweat. "What are you?" he asked.

You shoved him in the chest, but he barely shifted, which was a solid blow to your ego. You were one of the stronger members of the tribe, and it scared you to think Na'vi of his size and strength were roaming wild out here.

Why would the elders ever come out here?

"You're one of those white Na'vi, right? From the deep forest on the other side of Awa'atlu?" he prompted, ears flattening as you kept quiet.

You stiffened. "How do you know that?"

"Your people- what do you mean, how do I know that? Your people come and talk with my dad all the time. You should probably cover up, by the way. You guys burn real easy," he added, tone almost friendly as he released your arm, seemingly realising it wasn't helping.

He knew? He knew of your people. He knew of the Dark. He knew the elders.

"But you're, like, my age," he continued, tilting his head. "I thought your people were all old and wrinkly. That's why you're white, yeah?"

You frowned. "Only the elders ever leave the Dark," you said slowly, wondering just how much you should tell this boy.

He chuckled, a surprisingly reassuring sound, even though he was holding a spear with the other hand. "What's the Dark? Is that what you call the place you're from?"

You nodded.

"So you guys don't see the sun much, huh?" he said carefully, glancing up at the blazing white spot in the sky above.

A swift shake of the head, and you didn't bother to follow his eyes. You could feel the sun well enough as is. Your skin felt flushed, hot, and it stung when you touched it.

Though the pink was a nice colour, you had to ask. "Is it poisonous?" you asked, trying to keep the distress out of your voice, running your fingers down your arm.

Another warm chuckle, and now he was looking at you with interest, which made your heart beat a little quicker. "No, you're just burning. Sunburn, you know? Cause you don't see the sun much-"

"Ever," you interjected briefly, stealing a glance above, at the great blue mass above you that went on forever, careful to keep your eyes away from the sun, though spots still danced in your eyes when you looked back at him.

He blew out a breath, curls jumping off his forehead briefly. "Okay. So you're from a freaky tribe where you've never seen the sun and live in the dark all the time, in the forest where the leaves are so thick the sun can't get through... What are you doing here? Did you run away?"

"Kind of?" you said, wondering what he was doing as he turned and scooped up a knife off the floor, then turned and started walking. Should you follow him?

"Are you coming?" he called back, gesturing for you to follow. When you caught up, he gestured for you to keep talking.

"I was following my brother Vipka. Leaving the Dark was his idea. He wanted to know where our elders go," you continued, tongue growing looser the more time you spent with this strange boy. Which might've been a bad thing. "Eywa cursed him with curiosity."

The boy nodded slowly, absorbing this. "And where's your brother now?"

"He ran ahead and I lost him," you shrugged. "But he'll turn up, either at your village or back home, if he gives up."

"I'm Aonung," the boy said briskly.

You told him your name, and he repeated it back to you carefully, grinning like it was an inside joke between you two.

"I'll take you home with me, then," Aonung shrugged. "My mother will know what to do. I- we can look after you till your elders return to my village." The tips of his ears flushed and you smiled, pleased with the sight, though you didn't know why.

"Sounds good," you hummed.

"Are all girls in your tribe as pretty as you?" he asked abruptly, looking straight forward as if scared to see your expression.

You blinked, then smiled again, wider, flushing, though you thought he probably wouldn't be able to tell since you were so 'sunburnt'. "Dunno," you chuckled. "I'll bring you home with me one day and you can see for yourself."

"I don't think they are," he said, glancing down at you and smiling, lips curling downwards.

"You haven't even seen them yet!"

"No, but I trust my gut," he said, slapping his abs with a proud look

"Oh, yeah? Was it your gut that made you run into me, too?"

"That- that was fate. Mother Eywa intended it."

"Or maybe Eywa cursed you with clumsiness. A deadly combination with how short-sighted you apparently are," you teased.

He gave you a little push, laughing. "Shut up! Why were you just standing there, is my question!"

You pushed him back, not bothering to put any effort into it, as the results remained the same and he didn't break his stride. "I've never been this far from home! I was taking in the scenery!"

"Taking in the scenery," he scoffed. "Take in this scenery." He got close to your face, which was probably meant to be intimidating but only made your ears drop bashfully, tail curling against your calf, suddenly shy as his nose almost bumped into yours.

He lingered for a moment, then seemed to realise his theatrics had gone wrong and backed up. "I mean- sorry, that came out wrong."

"No, it's okay, I like that scenery just fine too," you grinned, and he rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

"What?" you taunted, following him as he kept walking, more than happy to tease the hell out of him. "I thought you wanted me to take in the scenery!"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I'm patenting this tribe actually, this freaky albino tribe, because I want to write lore for it. Let me know if anyone wants to read said lore. Enjoy anon! I had fun with the world-building!

#aonung #aonung fanfiction #avatar #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #aonung avatar #aonung x you #avatar x you #fanclan #avatar fanmade clan #avatar fanclans

[inuiiwonderland]

Safe in the sea

Merman!Draken x fem!reader xMermaid!Emma

Bi reader and emma because I said so

Tw: Yandere!

TIME SKIP EMMA AND DRAKEN FROM THE FINAL ARC!!

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Yandere Draken and Emma who were enjoying a nice date together before being rudely interrupted by fishing nets being thrown at them by a boat that the both didn’t know was even there.

Yandere Draken and Emma who then were held captive and soon later thrown into a large tank big enough for them both to swim around and hide when the strange humans with white cloaks and a clipboard would come by and stare at them before quickly writing down something on their clipboard.

Yandere Draken and Emma who hated how the humans would treat them. Taking either one away from each other to run tests or experiments whenever they felt like it. How some humans didn’t even bother to be gentle with them when handling them. They hated every single second with these weird humans.

Yandere Draken who would comfort yandere Emma who would cry and whine about how much she misses her home. Her friends and family. How these mean humans scare her and that she wants to leave. All Draken could do is stroke his fingers through her hair and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

Yandere Draken who would protect Emma from the humans when they would try to take her away from him. He would hiss and show his razor sharp teeth to try to scare those humans away. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he drags her down to there little home that they made.

Yandere Draken and Emma who soon later got use to their new life. They now know when they were going to be fed, when they are going to be taken away for test, experiments, etc. They also now know some of the humans names. They don’t really like the man with blonde hair and glasses. He’s super harsh towards them, especially towards Emma.

Yandere Draken and Emma who were doing what they usually do on a boring day. Play around. The two chased each other around in their large tank, not paying any mind to anyone outside. As the both of them messed around, you watched with a small smile at the two merfolk who seemed to be having a fun time with each other. Your boss assigned you to the both of them. Claiming that you we’re finally ready to work and be assigned to merfolk’s.

You of course, was thrilled to work with these two merfolk. You heard a lot about them by some of the workers here. How close and protective they are of each other. How strong and fast they are. And not to mention how good looking the two of them are.

When the two finally decided to take rest after hours of playing around, they finally notice you sitting down on a chair with a book in hand. Emma was the first one to swim a bit closer to you, trying to see what you look like since she’s never seen you before.

The moment you finally decided to look up, you were met with honey eyes looking straight at you. You flinched a bit before breaking out into a smile and waving at the mermaid. She backs up quickly. Not expecting you to wave let alone smile at her! It took her a minute, before waving back timidly. Draken swims up to the two of you. Growing curious about the new human.

“Draken! Look isn’t she pretty!” Emma excitedly tells him. He looks at Emma before looking at you and nodding.

“She is”

“She waved at me! Waved! And also smiled! No one has ever been that nice when they first encounter us!” Draken smiles as he listens to Emma ramble about how you were about to become her favorite new human already.

Your face grew confused as the two talk. Not being able to understand because of the thick glass.

Once she finished talking to the merman, she turns around to face you and has her hands pressed up against the glass before excitedly talking to you.

Unfortunately you weren’t able to hear anything because of the glass. You could see that the merman also knew that as he chuckles at the rambling mermaid.

-

A month has passed since the three of you met. And I got to say, the two merfolks really like you a lot. They like how kind and gentle you are. How you glare or snap at your coworkers who make fun of or treat them like shit.

Emma liked how you gave her extra food than she needed when no one was looking. She liked how you would softly brush her hair and braid it with some nice pearls and shells that you would bring.

She felt like she was back home every time you would bring back something from the beach.

You would also reassure draken that emma would be okay when they would take her away. Telling him that you wouldn’t let any of them hurt her in any way. And he was grateful for that. Even though there was a language barrier between you three, he still understood the gestures and the tone of your voice when reassuring him.

You would make sure that he was alright and that he felt well. You would always make sure that their water was good and clean because some of your coworkers could care less about their living environment.

You always took such great care of them.

Which lead the both of them start growing some very questionable feelings for you.

It started off slow. Emma being a little more clingy then usual. Her trying to get you to stay with them a little more longer when you had mountains of work to do. Her pouting and glaring at anyone who would get to close to you for her liking.

And then there’s Draken. He started being a little more protective of you. Making sure that you have eaten and that no one was hurting or bothering you. He would sometimes hiss and show off his razor sharp teeth at anyone who he thinks is a threat when they would get close to you.

You at first didn’t really mind until their behavior towards you and your coworkers started growing a little more concerning.

It then started getting worse. They would both claw and bite at anyone who would even be close or even TOUCH you. You could be sitting near the tank, hand in the water trying to make sure it’s the right temperature for them and a coworker or friend of yours could come by and check up on you to see if everything is going alright and even pat you on the shoulder before Draken immediately comes up from the water and scratches off that person’s hand off you.

Or you could be braiding emma’s hair like usual during your lunch break and as she lets out soft sighs as she enjoys the feeling of your hands running through her hair before immediately glaring and hissing at your poor friend who just wanted to ask what you wanted for lunch.

You started growing concern.

So you decided to distance yourself a bit from them for the time being. Maybe they’ll go back to normal after not seeing or interacting with you for a few days. Right?

Wrong

Absolutely wrong

The moment you didn’t show up to work the next day, all hell broke lose.

The both of them would absolutely REFUSE to let anyone other than you near them. They would claw, bite and scratch anyone who dares to touch either one of them. Refusing to do anything unless YOU are the one to do it.

The workers can see through the glass tank and cameras how the two merfolks desperately look around for you. They can hear them let out loud clicks and chirps of desperation and distress as they look everywhere for you.

And if their ears weren’t failing them. They swear they hear the words “mate”coming from the two merfolks.

They seemed to turn more aggressive the longer you were gone. It gotten so bad to the point that your boss calls you and pleads you to come back. That they have gotten very out of control and that your the only one who can help and calm them down.

You got so many calls that you decided that it was time to go back after a VERY short break.

You came back the next day. The sounds of your heels clicking through the halls was enough to let everyone let out a sigh of relief. Happy that your back to take care of your “mates”.

You raised a brow when someone told you that. Confused, because what do they mean by “mates”?

You walk up to your boss who looks rather relieved that your back.

He quickly tells you that he’s happy to have you back before rushing you to emma and draken.

“T-they seem to not be doing so well! Please just go in and calm down your pets”

“They’re not pets!-“ And he shoves you into the room. You huff before walking near the railing where it’s close to the top of the tank. You walk down the little stairs before kneeling down and calling out their names.

“Emma? Draken? I’m here! I heard that you guys miss me!” But nothing. You stayed there for a few minutes before getting up and preparing to leave. But before you could walk away up the stairs, you felt a hand grab your ankle and pull you into the water. You let out a yelp before being met with the cold water.

You thrash around trying to get back up to the surface to breathe but the strong arms around your waist prevented you from doing so. You then felt a delicate pair of hands cup your cheeks before you felt someone’s lips touch your own. After they pulled away, you were able to breathe.

You gasp when you noticed that it was Emma. She looked delighted to see you again. You could hear her let out some clicks and chirps.

She was talking to you

Unfortunately, you couldn’t understand. The male behind you who you now know was Draken told her something before she looks at you sheepishly.

She then proceeds to say a word that made your eyes almost pop out of your sockets.

“You are mate”

What the fuck?!

-

Uhh I started writing this after remembering about a dream I had a few months ago about being taken and captured by mermaid emma and merman Draken🌝 THEY DID NOT LET ME GO😭

Anyways let me know if you want a part 2!

Should I make this a little AU?👀

#inuiiwonderland🤍 #tokyo revengers x female reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #yandere #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers emma #tokyo revengers draken #draken x reader #emma x reader #yandere themes #tokyo revengers fluff #tw.yandere #inuii:MerAu🐋

[taki-yaki]

Sorry if this is random or comes at a time where you already have a lot of requests, but how do you think Astarion would react to a Tav who has to take care of/raise their younger sibling and has been trying to get back to them in Baldur's Gate the entire journey?

Hi anon, dw I don’t have too many requests atm. I usually get around 2 or 3 at most, sometimes they take a while since I’m usually trying to think of ideas for requests or just busy doing irl things.

But the idea of Astarion having to deal with a Tav with a younger sibling is unique. Also since I’m the youngest sibling in my family, I’ve got some personal tip bits to add.

Astarion x Tav w/ Younger Sibling Headcanons

Astarion usually thought charming another for protection was nothing but a simple task. Go in compliment them, say a few of his favourite lines and then his protection is secured.

But having to deal with your younger sibling is a factor he had not accounted for. Not that he had an issue with you having a sibling, but more of the fact of how much they intervened.

Whenever it seemed you had some time to yourself in the late evenings, when your sibling was ‘presumably’ asleep, he would attempt to make some moves on you, whether it was with some flirting or teasing. When it seemed that he would make some sort of progress with your relationship, the little imp would seemingly appear from nowhere to start asking all sorts of questions.

“What are you doing?, Can I join in? Why do you have white hair, Why are your teeth so sharp?”.

He would try and keep his distance from the child early on. Choosing to forget the last time he was near a child, forced to be reminded of the monster he was that night. The shouts of battle and the screams of the children he dragged away. So why would this one see him as nothing but a heroic adventure after all he only killed a couple of goblins with ease.

When the child discovers that he’s a vampire, along with the rest of the group. But rather than running away in fear, they seem to only be more fascinated by him. 

Of course, they make for a great night's entertainment, with the antics they get up to either blabbing on about the gossip they picked up or saying who they think is your new crush. Being perceptive of others. 

“I’ve heard Tav has been talking with the wizard man”

“Hmm and what have they been saying little one, will you lend me an ear?”

“Some stuff about how strong the strong red lady is, they think she’s foxy, but she doesn’t look like one”

Snickering to himself over the naive comments that they make.

The only moments of peace that he gets with you are when he’s out with you away from camp to help with fights. Leaving the child at camp with Halsin or Wyll to keep watch over them often. 

However, during the fray of one battle, a shrill voice pulled Astarion out of the chaos of battle. The little brat had snuck outside of camp mainly from all the stories that Karlach and Wyll had told them probably, wanting to see their older sibling in battle for themselves.

As they attempt to run over to their sibling, a Gnoll attempts to strike them down, seeing them as nothing but an easy target. Still, he didn’t know what came over him at that moment, either it was to atone for what he did for those gur children or just a gut reaction, he quickly rushed between them, taking the brute of the hit and protecting them, before swiftly knocking the gnoll out.

After the dust had settled, checking them over for any injuries, Tav approached Astaion, 

“I didn’t expect you to be the heroic sort after saving my sibling from doing something so stupid. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Well I can be surprising at times darling, if anything happened to the brat, then you would have been glum about it” before turning his head aside and muttering “And I didn’t want you to see you sad is all”.

Soon after that event, the tyke would badger him even more, seeing him as an idol of sorts. At first, he is miffed by this. But soon leans into it after seeing them attempt to mimic his roguish ways, teaching him how to lockpick chests among other things, which would lead to him being scolded by Tav. 

Although he would find their antics to be bothersome at first, he would eventually learn to grow a soft spot for them and a great deal of respect, with the patience you have for them, even when they’re troublesome, it reminds him of his “siblings”, even when they would give you grief, they would still be there to help in any way they can.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion headcanons

[uh-wriring]

Like a Wild Animal

Prompt: You're in an argument with Miguel regarding the situation with Miles. He doesn't know how to deal with things.

Tags: Miguel & gn reader. Angst, grief, he raises his voice, a bit of physical violence.

Drops of rain fell from the clouds above, painting the sky in shades of gray and blue. The rooftop held a kind of beauty, with the smell of water hitting the concrete, birds flying to their homes much like the people bellow on the street.

You’d appreciate the scenery so much more if you weren’t arguing with O’hara, who just raised his voice at you. Not in the “you fucked up in a mission” way, no, much worse. You just touched an open wound, and like a wild animal, he showed his teeth and claws, clearly telling you to stay away.

He wasn’t disappointed, he was defensive.

Suppose that’s what you get for bringing Gabriella up. Or maybe for disagreeing on the “Miles subject.” Likely both, though.

“You know I’m right, Miguel.” You recover your previous poise, the one you held before you tuned out as he screamed. “You know it.”

“Do not compare my situation to this.” his posture tells all you need to know. He’s ready. Alert. Angry. Who were you to even mention his family, let alone mention them in this context.

In reality, he is still grieving. You had been through something so similar, the pain that reoccurs can break a vein in half, shatter your lungs and take you out for a days, but Miguel insisted on keeping on working and looking at old pictures, and he just… He’s grieving.

And grief is an abyss.

One that threatens to swallow even the highest of hearts. You knew the urge to throw yourself into work, to revisit old memories, to keep moving forward just to keep from sinking. And that’s what he is doing.

“This is different. Miles is different.” You say, mouth now aching and throbbing.

“It isn’t.” he turns to the exit, so high and strong, he almost looks fragile. But you continue, pushing through the pain in your mouth.

“We could help him, imagine what that would mean for the society- he wasn’t even supposed to be spider -man, and, if it’s the Spot that’s killing his father, wouldn’t that make his death the consequence of an anomaly- don’t - Miguel!”

The exit door makes a click when opening.

He fucking walked out on you.

You go after him, walking through the pale corridors of the spider society, almost screaming.

“You know damn well this isn’t the same, O’hara!”

He doesn’t answer, he only walks, always walking, always running, always facing but never feeling. Oh how he would hate you for your next words.

“He isn't doing what you did!”

His steps slowed, his back rigid. The words must’ve hit him like a punch to the gut.

He froze, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. And then, as if the weight of your words had cracked something open within him, he turned back to you.

The tension in the air was thick, charged with unspoken history.

And then it happened.

His fists collide with you, your body crashing to the ground. The pain was sharp, the taste of copper in your mouth strong, warm, coming from above.

“You don’t know shit about my family.” He looms over you, presence almost suffocating. He could kill you if he so wished. And maybe you wanted to make him wish that.

Your head rests against the cold floor, accepting the physical loss.

“You know what makes people like us?” you ask, “We try, Miguel. We always try. Isn’t this worth a try?”

For a second, a maroon, cloud gazed, second, you catch his eyes shifting from anger to something softer. But just like summer rain, it goes away, and he threatens:

“I won’t let him break the universe more than he already has. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

And then he left.

The corridor was silent, save for the rain hitting the walls and the sound of your ragged breaths. You gingerly touch your nose, your fingers coming away red.

Your words hung in the air. Hopefully you had planted a seed.

And as the rain continued to fall, a steady rhythm seemed to mirror your heartbeat. You contemplated the path ahead. Perhaps Lyla could help.

#atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x male reader #fanfic #miguel o'hara x gn reader #prompt #think of the cake meme think of the cake meme think of t #my writing #one shot #angst #grief

[evilminji]

I'ma be bold! Marvel Time!

Wakanda has Vibranium. An impossible mineral that does not see like it could form naturally, right? Or there would be far more in the wider universe then just the few bits we see.

You know what ELSE is impossibly rare, minerals wise?

Ectoranium. The disasteroid. And! From Wakandan oral history? The two seem to have appeared in the EXACT SAME WAY. Out of no where. Through, very possibly, the EXACT SAME rarely opening portal. If? On the other side? There was an asteroid belt of some kind?

It would only take things aligning just right, for one to slip through.

We KNOW materials from the Zone effect the living world in strange ways. Vibranium could very well just be the dead reflection of a mineral from a different, more durable, universe. The Zone is Infinite, so it would mix pretty much EVERYTHING together into a chaotic mess.

So there could be a considerable amount of Vibranium asteroids just hanging around.

But! And more importantly! Getting hit by, then LIVING OVER, a massive fuck off Zone Rock? Would expose Wakandans to generations of Ectoplasm. ESPECIALLY with how Vibranium, by nature, holds a "charge" if you will. It would be a heat lamp of Limnality. Making everyone near it?

Better.

Not superhuman. Not fully Limnal. Because Vibranium HOLDS a charge. That Ectoplasmic energy would be stuck INSIDE the metal. Unable to truely effect anyone who isn't directly touching it. Even then, BARELY seeping into them. But? It WOULD leech, slowly, into everything around it.

The air, the water, the soil.

The PLANTS. That precious, precious, SACRED Herb.

Over time? It would loosen the ties that bind. Those pesky human limitations. Sure, it would say, grow smarter. Stronger. Live longer, better lives. Knees that ache less, backs that do not bend, bones that do not succumb. You're still human! Your DNA no different.

It's just the strength of your SOUL poking through.

Would anyone notice, if it happened slowly? Over enough generations? It's normal. Everyone here is like this. It's not superhuman. Just... HEALTHY, right? A good diet and plenty of exercise? That is what makes our skin clear and eyes sharp, teeth strong and feet sure. Right?

That healthy diet of... what was it again?

Ah yes, Ectoplasmicly charged plants? Sweet fruits and healthy vegetables. Water purged of contamination by the Ectoplasm to devours all but itself? So very crisp! Is it not?

Houses made of materials charged with it. Resting in beds, beneath covers and cloth, woven with it. Walking upon streets paved with it. What in Wakanda is NOT touched by it? In some form? Some way? Gently bathing all who live there in its unseen light?

And, tell me, WHERE do you go again? When you fall? When you join your Panther God? Mmmhmm, pockets within pockets. Lairs and territories. The Zone itself may be green, but a Lair can be what ever it's Master chooses.

But! Why do I bring this up? That the Afterlives are no doubt connected? After all, it's not like the Master's of those Lair's, the Gods that are worshipped, would just... LET people leave. It defeats the purpose of creating an "Afterlife"!

But, again! Consider! The Panther God loves the Wakandan Royal Family. They are loyal worshipers. The Panther Gods responsibility. And? The rather newly dead T'Chaka, former monarch (and thus rather informed of all the major concerns of a nation) of Wakanda, has informed the Panther God that? Gasp!

The Vibranium is, at generations long last, about to run out.

Their people are in danger.

Please! Do something!

The God can not. Buuuut... the "ghost king" of the space between, can. He must go, on a Dangerous And Heroic Soul Pilgrimage(tm) to meet with this mysterious king. Negotiate for his son and people. T'Chaka, a brave and dignified king, will of course face this challenge with all that he is.

It's very Alice in Wonderland. (The poor man.)

But the Black Panther manages to get to the still under construction castle none the less. Lead by a delightful, if mischievous, young girl by the name of "Dani" (with an i). Who reminds him, somewhat painfully, of his daughter Shuri when she was younger.

The King of the Between is a... young man.

Busy putting constellations on the ceiling, he pays them little mind. Until Dani calls out to him. Revealing that exactly like Shuri, she was a princess all along. He can see the resemblance.

He explains his issue, prepared to argue his case for however long he must. Instead he is just met with long soul searching look, a glance to Dani (who appears to vouch for him), and a nod. He is baffled. It... so easily?

People need help, he is informed. That's reason enough. Besides, Dani says you're not a fruitloop. And the young king trusts her judgment.

Let's go get your people some rocks.

(You can imagine, the ABSOLUTE SHIT STORM. Mentally, Emotionally, Politically, when the GHOST of the FORMER KING just? Shows up! Broad daylight! In the royal yard in from of the palace with a GIANT piece of Vibranium and a foreign King of The Dead.

Father... WHY. Don't get T'Challa wrong, he is about to cry he's so happy to see you. But? In PUBLIC, Father? In front of his delicious Wakandan Salad? Stop being so amused you old cat! This isn't FUNNY! Now I have to deal with this! T^T )

@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @nerdpoe

#dp x marvel #dp x mcu #dpxmarvel

[mirrorpriest]

pantalone x male reader

CW: yandere/dark themes, doesn't really get into specifics its just a dark fic to explore the concept of being a fatui agent. i feel like pantalone is more likely to own someone than be 'fond' of them.

you burrow down into your uniform coat, willing him to glaze completely over you. the mask on your face only slightly obscures your pinched expression, lips turned into a sharp frown. yet his eyes still find you, pluck you out from the line of Fatui recruits, pin you like a butterfly to corkboard. if only you could go back in time and stop this before it all started. Celestia has long forsaken this world, though, and no one will hear your prayers.

it wasn't always like this. you used to be shaken but ready, like any other young recruit. not wanting death but willing if that's what it takes. living in Snezhnaya there are very few options for a young man without skills or without prospects. join the military or let your family starve. hardly a choice.

then you were assigned to Pantalone, ninth of the Harbingers. the one obscured by polite smiles and civil etiquette. you considered yourself lucky to not fall under the supervision of Harbingers like Capitano or, even more unfortunate, Il Dottore. Pantalone, as menacing as he seemed, was known to be a gentleman. a careful disguise for his immorality, sure, but not wantonly cruel.

which is why you tried your best to follow his orders to the letter. all you had to do was keep your head down and follow his word, then, perhaps, you could pass by unnoticed within the Fatui. where others failed, you gave your all to succeed. never returning unless you had fulfilled your duties. under the Tsaritsa, it is better to die following orders than to return a failure. you gave every inch of your body to battle so you could survive. all you wanted was to survive. live another day to hopefully make enough money for your family, as any dutiful son should.

perhaps that was always your biggest downfall. too steadfast, too responsible. you remember the day you first realized your mistake. the way your pressed uniform felt too stiff and too stifling in the warm air of the parlor, standing at Pantalone's side as he received a mission report from Irina: a stout, sturdy Fatui agent, strong muscles hidden by her thick coat. the dismay was clear not just from her expression but from the way her shoulders slouched, body held stiff as stone. Pantalone let her stand, stew, in that silence before him as he sipped on his drink, an expensive aged wine from Mondstadt worth more than your entire month's pay.

"Mikhail," Pantalone ignores Irina completely to glance over at the Fatui agent by the door, a man you know only in passing. a man with assignments that make your stomach churn. The Regrator wears that civil, polite smile, "I leave this agent's recompense to you. don't disappoint me."

you stand firm at Pantalone's side, even as Irina stutters out protests and promises to do better. you shove down the nausea boiling in your gut. what she did wrong has nothing to do with you. when Pantalone sighs you almost leap out of your own skin, nerves suddenly on edge and body willing you to flee.

"Everyday I have to rectify another agent's damage. This is why you're my favorite." Pantalone's tone is wistful, but his expression is as unapproachable as ever. it takes you a moment to realize it's the first time he's spoken to you if it wasn't to designate a mission. your throat is dry as he sets his drink down, standing suddenly. his heavy coat drapes his figure, casting his body into a singular wall before you. between you and the parlor's doors. you couldn't run even if you wanted to.

his hands are careful, almost gentle, as he fusses over your uniform jacket. you stand unflinching under his ministrations. in retrospect, it was a test. not a means to touch you or be close to you. he was testing your loyalty, your ability to grit your teeth and bear with the discomfort. you must have done something horribly wrong, in the end, to have his focused gaze on you and that smile open to show blinding teeth.

"Pack your things, agent. I will be making a trip to Mondstadt in just a few hours."

it's a horrible thing, to be owned. it's more horrible to be under the care of a man who sees people as objects to possess. if you had known being under Pantalone's guidance meant being an extension of his person, perhaps you would have been happy to volunteer as one of the Second Harbinger's test subjects.

even on far away missions, you feel his severe eyes upon you still. flat, white teeth snapping at your flesh. you have no choice, have never had a choice, but to return to his side.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #pantalone #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #male reader #reader insert #priestly #yandere genshin impact #yandere pantalone

[thewritingisconsumingme]

headcanons

yes, this was inspired by @charlotte-family-apologist little edenian elf ears in their drawings, fight me

i don’t really like how people from outworld and people from earthrealm look exactly the same in terms of morphology

they’re from a completely different world with a similar but still different and much more dangerous ecosystem (have you seen the animals in mkx and mk11?)

i can’t imagine that edenians, seidans, zaterrans, etc. have the exact same culture of morphology as humans, and i wanted to throw my hat in the ring about what differences they could possibly have

starting off with the edenians

first thing that’s different is that they have pointed ears, similar to an elves but a little bit more rounded at the tip, and they move their ears

i.e. they can pin them back, perk them up, etc. sort of like a cat’s, and this is so they can hear incoming predators and prey better when they still hunted that way

their pupils and iris take up much more of the eye so that only a bit of sclera shows, so that they can take in light much better

their noses are also more animal-like, and they have a much better sense of smell than humans to hunt down wounded animals

i think their teeth are also a lot more sharp for chewing through the tough meat/hide of the animals of outworld

i also really like the idea that they have claws in addition to pointed nails rather than just regular human hands, inspired by those claw things mileena and jade wear in mk11

and just because i can, they also have tails with small tufts of fur on the end to help them balance while they’re running and/or climbing trees

i think they’d also be much more muscular than humans, like their upper-body strength is insane, and their legs are strong enough to crush the trunk of an earth tree

so no, they wouldn’t be skinny but rather buff and muscular with more stomach and thickness appreciated within the culture

in mk1, we can see that they don’t have technology (they have sorcery, but it’s doesn’t seem quite the same), and they have what looks like their technological advances are from an agricultural society

so, from that, i think that thicker bodies would be much more appreciated as it would indicate a well-fed/capable edenian capable of attaining food

additionally, different types of fabrics (like earth) are appreciated in different ways, like the hide from a dangerous predator is much more expensive and are almost declarations of love compared to the wool of a sheep-like creature that is mostly domesticated

i think that they’re more of a ‘it takes a village to raise a kid’ sort of mindset when it comes to taking care of children and so are much more willing to take care of multiple children even if it’s not theirs

respect within the culture seems to extend from achievement-based but also filial piety (very pushed in asian countries) as seen with shao kahn and reiko’s achievements in war and mileena and kitana’s deference to their mother

but respect is still very much given to everyone within the culture because everyone plays an important role, whether it’s tending to the farm animals, guarding, sowing clothes, etc.

for seidans, i think they’d look pretty similar to edenians except much more regal-looking and have towering figures, like borzois

they take great care in their appearance and pale complexions are put in high regard (white hair, pale eyes, pale skin, etc.)

their teeth aren’t quite as pointy as edenians but still much sharper than humans, and their ears sort of droop down to give them a much softer look despite their harsh demeanor

still have the claw hands and the tail except the tails have much more fur (think unicorn tails from those old medieval paintings)

but, for someone who’s stockier, has tanner skin, dark hair (like havik), they’re discriminated against and are made into slaves

since they’re born into slavery under careful eyes, their ears are cropped to indicate their slave status, and their tails are docked, making it harder for them to balance

they’re also declawed (which btw you shouldn’t do that to a cat because it’s inhumane), and so have a hard time surviving and running away from the seidans

their changed appearance also indicates their status, and so they’re usually found easily or returned

for zaterrans, (basing this off wiki-level info about komodo dragons) they have the clawed hands same as any others

their tails though are just lizard tails and their fangs are much longer and have a serrated edge to tear into their prey

i think their ears are also shorter naturally compared to edenians or seidans, and they have a hard time hearing things that a human would have no trouble hearing

this stems from the fact they can smell a lot more on their tongue than any human, edenian, or seidans, and even in human form, their forms are large and broad and intimidating

they also have black-green scales littering their body, particularly their joints and their back

regarding culture, i think they wouldn’t have as strong as a focus on offspring and as soon as a zaterran can hunt for themselves, they’re considered an adult

they also can spit venom, both forms, because why not, and as seen within Syzoth’s moveset, it melts people like an acid

i like their lizard forms, they can keep those unchanged

now for those of draconian blood, (shao kahn) i think that general shao is actually an anomaly within draconians (i’m basing this off snakes because snakes in chinese mythology are closely related to dragons)

first, their features are closer to the zaterrans: clawed hands, shorter ears, lizard-like tails, less sclera

but they have the horns in addition to everything else and have much longer canines than humans

usually though, females are much bigger than their male counterparts and have control over much of their society

general shao comes from a special case of already being the heir to a general and training to have that muscle mass within the edenian court

those of draconian blood have hard scales covering their entire body, but they can vary in texture and in colors (because snake scales can vary and it’s cool)

they don’t have hair, they’re all bald and have scales in place of hair (baldies for the win lmao)

tarkatans can stay the same (just add on the fact of the clawed hands, pointed ears, less sclera, tails, etc.)

the only thing i would change is that they don’t grow swords from their hands because that would require them to grow metal from their bones which is…nuclear fusion

anyway, bone swords, like wolverine

for shokans, just slap on the general traits (pointed ears, tails, etc.) because i think they’re already different enough (goro and his four arms plus humongous physique) 

for osh-tekks, i know that in mkx and mk11, it’s just painted skin, but fuck that, he has blue skin with stripes that glow

i’m also going to make osh-tekks semi-aquatic, so they have webbed hands and feet in addition to the other general added traits

their tail has no fur (because drag) but instead have a wide-fanned tail to help them swim in the water (similar to an alligator’s tail but smooth and blue)

they don’t have gills, but they have great lung capacity (like a whale or something)

for centaurians, i don’t they would have the clawed hands because they have the powerful hind legs, but everything else applies (and they already have a tail so perfect)

this is all i could think of, and i have no idea if any of this makes sense?

but also, i have limited knowledge regarding the different societies of outworld outside of mk9-mk11 and mk1 (2023) (so like hotaru means nothing to me unfortunately)

i still like their designs in the games, but i just wish they were a bit more alien (give me the animal traits, GIVE ME THE ANIMAL TRAITS, I NEED THEM, I AJAKJHDAHKJAHKFJ)

we’ve seen in mkx and mk11 that they have huge animals of terrifying size and proportion, but edenians and everyone else still just look like weak, fragile humans?

like what, no freaking way

i know they have magic, but that seems like a practiced skill that grows with age

and before they advanced in society, growing to old age probably wasn’t all that common and so harnessing magic wasn’t all too common either until the current eras we see in gameplay

not to mention, shang tsung and quan chi need the help of shang tsung from a different timeline that has lived for centuries to catalyze their magical skills, and without titan shang tsung, they probably wouldn’t have attained the skill of magic they have until centuries later

some pictures for how i imagine it to be (you're gonna have to excuse my piss poor drawing skills and anatomy)

anyway, yeah, peace out

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat worldbuilding

[gabessquishytum]

Sorry to hear you had a bad day yesterday!

[CW for the below: A/B/O, Mpreg, breeding kink, discussion of pregnancy]

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Hob stood in front of the ceiling-high mirror in Dream's walk-in closet, studying his body. He had originally gone there to steal some clothes that smelled like his Alpha, but the sight of himself – covered in marks, still a little flushed from the hormones left after his heat, looking like sex incarnate with handprints framing his hips and a limp to his step – caught his attention.

Gaze trailing over his body, Hob noted every prominent detail. His body hair, about ten times more dense than what Dream would have if he didn't wax regularly. Small scars on his arms and even legs from several summers spent part-timing at a woodcutting company. He wasn't clumsy; the scars just came with the territory. And honestly, they looked damn good. A different kind of scars were on his stomach, breast, hips, and thighs. Now over ten years old, the stretch marks from his past pregnancy were silver and only visible in bright light. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the thickest marks absentmindedly and hummed, the sound soothing the ache in his heart at the memories. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it used to, but it would never really not hurt to remember his first family.

Shaking his head, Hob finally looked higher, grinning when he saw Dream's teeth mark layered over Eleanor's. Dream's was bigger and brighter, the bond between them active and strong. Hob was aware of it at the back of his mind, the low hum of their connection letting him know that his Alpha was alive and safe. Besides the mating bites, there were about two dozen love bites and hickeys all over his neck. He poked one, shivering pleasantly at the faint stinging pain.

And finally, his face – flushed, relaxed, split by a wide smile. His hair was a mess. If anyone were to look at him, they would know that this Omega was well taken care of, sated, happy. He wouldn't run into anybody today, of course. Dream always took a week off for Hob's heat and an additional week for the aftermath. And since it was summer, Hob had no work to take care of. He could spend the next seven days naked in his Alpha's arms, showing off his marks, and nobody could say a thing about it. But he was kind of cold, so he should probably grab at least a shirt. Dream had some cosy sweaters, but it was summer, so, shirt it is.

"Hob?" Dream's worried voice reached him suddenly, the Alpha finally coming back to their bedroom with their breakfast and not finding his mate there. They were both still full of hormones, their more primitive instincts on high alert, and not seeing Hob probably made Dream nervous, so Hob hummed again.

"Here you are," Dream smiled, putting the tray with food and coffee down on the side table. He was by Hob's side in an instant, hugging and scenting him as if they had been apart for weeks and not minutes. Hob watched his Alpha wrap himself around him, pale skin on top of tan, familiar sharp teeth immediately seeking out a fading mark and worrying at it to make it pop again. When he was satisfied with his claim on Hob, Dream looked up, meeting the Omega's gaze in the mirror. "What are you doing here, beloved?"

"Wanted to grab a shirt," Hob shrugged. "Got distracted." To demonstrate, he trailed one fingertip over the purple and pink marks on his neck and sighed. His other hand, though, betrayed him and settled on his stomach. The skin there still felt loose, even after all these years. He tried to imagine it stretching tight again but quickly chased the thought away.

Dream had other ideas, it seemed. Carefully pulling Hob's hand away from his belly, he replaced it with his own, cupping the loose skin possessively. Hob didn't take the after pill yet. He could... And for a moment, he imagined it. Dream's thin hand with long fingers covering his furry pregnant belly. A new life stirring inside of him.

"Hob?" Dream hummed, now watching the same thing as his mate, the way his hand covered Hob's abdomen, made it look like the safest place for a baby to grow. "Would you like to...?"

Hob's eyes widened and he twisted until Dream relented and allowed him to turn around and face him. "Do you mean it?" he asked.

Dream gulped. Communicating openly wasn't his strong suit, but eventually, he managed to at least nod.

"I, I—" Hob stuttered in disbelief. "Yes. I, I would love to... I want to have a kid with you."

Dream smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "Don't take your after pill this time. Let's see what happens..." he whispered against the Omega's lips.

"Yes," Hob agreed with a shiver. "Let's see."

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🚒

Hnnnng, thank you for sending this!!! What a delight!!!

There are so many details that I love. Like Eleanor’s mark still being under Dream’s, and Hob still carrying the physical reminders of the children he bore. Those things don’t go away and Hob shouldn’t have to just forget and move on!!! Also loving the appreciation for Hob’s body here. Hair and scars and loose tummy and everything. (I’m also just extremely obsessed with the words “hairy pregnant belly” assddfghjjkk)

I hope they get to have their baby!!! Hob deserves a happy family with Dream. Together they can tell their little one all about the silvery stretch marks on Hob’s belly, and how they got there. I’m sure Eleanor is looking on from the sunless lands and wishing for Hob to have a gentle, peaceful life. He deserves an alpha like Dream <3

#🚒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw pregnancy #cw grief

[praetorqueenreyna]

Chapter summary: Tamlin's sentries remain vigilant as Amarantha's curse wears on

I decided to make the next chapter of lovely and lonely for Tamlin Week, Day 5: Shapeshifter! Click here to read on AO3, or continue reading below!

@tamlinweek

18 years after the curse

Branches and leaves rushed by on either side of Lucien’s field of view. His paws pounded against the ground, sending up a spray of earth when he made a sharp turn. As a High Fae he was faster, but there was nothing like running as a wolf. His body flexed and loosened, responding instinctively before he even made a conscious decision. At the speed he was going, tripping on a root would send him flying through the air. Luckily, wolves didn’t trip.

He had lost his pursuers after a few switchbacks and wading through the river. His pointed ears flickered, rotating to catch every whisper of the forest. He risked slowing down to a trot, red tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting. His breath steamed up in front of him in the cool morning air. Padding along, he put his nose to the ground and inhaled. He caught the scent of his quarry and took off in that direction. The scent was strong; he was close.

Suddenly, a shape barreled out of the trees from his left and slammed into him. With a yelp, Lucien tumbled head over heels, losing all sense of direction. Before he could come to his senses, his attacker slammed him in the chest with a pair of enormous black paws and howled triumphantly.

“Get off me,” Lucien snapped, shaking himself free.

“C’mon Luce, don’t be a sore loser,” the other wolf grinned, displaying wickedly sharp teeth. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”

The creature that Lucien had been seeking, a glorious golden wolf with elk antlers, emerged from the brush. “Did we win?” he asked as he sat down and began scratching under his chin with a hind foot.

“Not yet.” With a bound, Lucien leapt onto Tamlin, sending them both to the ground in a heap. Andras, the large black wolf, whooped with delight and joined the fray. Tamlin managed to wriggle free and take off running, and the chase began again.

Now that they no longer were sending fae across the Wall to fulfill Amarantha’s terms, the Spring Court had fallen into an uneasy limbo. The sentries patrolled the borders as usual, the citizens attempting to get back to their normal life. More and more dark beasts were making their way into the forest, and constant vigilance was required. Tamlin and Lucien spent hours every day poring over old manuscripts and sending messages to other enchanters, desperately searching for another way to break the curse. Still, more often than not, things felt right. Like nothing had ever happened.

*******************

34 years after the curse

When things were good, they were really good. Isolated from the other High Lords and usual Prythian politics and surrounded by those who knew what they were to each other, Tamlin and Lucien were in a blissful bubble. They held hands, they kissed, they drew each other into abandoned closets and hallways when the heat between them grew unbearable. Tamlin’s sentries loved him, and they had grown to love Lucien as well. When they were together, it was easy to forget how the rest of the world had fallen apart.

Unfortunately, Amarantha’s presence hovered over the land like a poisonous cloud, pressing in on their happiness. Whenever news came through of some new atrocity she had committed, Tamlin became withdrawn and surly. The monsters that she sent were attacking and killing his soldiers. Whenever it seemed things couldn’t get worse, they did. Just this morning, they had received a missive that three of the six High Lords being held captive had been executed, along with their families. Amarantha claimed that they had been conspiring against her. Who knew if that was even the case, or if she had concocted an imaginary plot in order to slake her thirst for violence.

Tamlin was inconsolable. He sprawled in his armchair, staring listlessly at the fire that Lucien had started with a wave of his hand. The only movement he made was to bring the glass of whiskey clutched in his hand up to his mouth. It wouldn’t be long before he discarded the glass in favor of the bottle. In this mood, there was nothing Lucien could do to comfort him. He thought that he needed to be miserable, that it was what he deserved.

Of course, that couldn’t stop Lucien from trying. He paced back and forth between Tamlin’s bedroom and sitting room, casting about for something, anything, that could drag his High Lord out of the darkness. On his fiftieth lap, his gaze landed on something that he had never dared try before.

“What are you doing?” Tamlin asked, too depressed to be suspicious when Lucien settled himself on the footstool next to him. His glazed expression sharpened when he realized what Lucien had in his hands.

“Cheering you up.” In all their time together, Lucien had never picked up Tamlin’s fiddle. It was something so personal, so deeply intertwined with the Spring Lord, that touching it would be tantamount to reaching into his chest and pulling out his heart. The instrument was heavier than he had expected, and it took some awkward finagling to get it braced under his chin. With his other hand, he drew the bow across the strings of the fiddle. Even he was surprised by the discordant wail that he produced—it was nothing like the light, elegant music that Tamlin was able to create. He struggled gamely onward, peering up at Tamlin through his eyelashes. At first, Tamlin merely looked confused. That quickly morphed into annoyance. He was clenching his jaw, the muscle in his cheek twitching every time Lucien played a particularly ear-splitting shriek.

“Give me that!” Tamlin lunged forward and snatched his precious instrument away, saving both it and their ears from Lucien’s offensive attempt at music.

“You didn’t like it?” Lucien asked, all innocent wide eyes.

“You’re a menace.” With a grumble, Tamlin settled the fiddle in its rightful place in the curve of his neck. He closed his eyes and began to play, a mournful dirge that made Lucien’s heart swell for reasons he couldn’t explain. Tamlin continued the song, which was not really a song but a melancholy story that rambled and swirled through the air like dandelion fluff. Lucien slid from his seat onto the floor, resting his chin on his folded arms that in turn rested on Tamlin’s thigh. He stared up at the High Lord, drinking in the flush on his cheeks and the soft smile that had emerged. Tamlin’s eyes were still closed, his blonde lashes laying prettily against his tanned skin.

The final notes of the song reverberated through the air. Tamlin laid his fiddle and bow down on the carpet next to his chair, alongside the abandoned whiskey bottle. “Come here,” he beckoned Lucien with a crooked finger. Lucien obeyed, crawling up Tamlin’s body and settling on his lap. It was his favorite place to be, curled up like a cat in Tamlin’s arms.

“You’re too good to me,” Tamlin murmured against his hair.

“Nothing’s too good for you.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamcien #tamlin/lucien #tamlin/lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #tamlin week #tamlinweek #tamlin week 2024 #tamlinweek2024 #fanfic #my fic #day 5

[satashiiwrites]

morning writing….. it’s getting there.

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13, Buck POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Tags/warnings: first draft. NavySeal!buck. Set post tsunami/lawsuit era. Slow burn, getting together. First time.

Starring, Buck’s restraint is shot.  He can’t… he leans forward and presses his mouth against Eddie’s again, hands coming up to cradle Eddie’s face as Buck tries to pour into the kiss how terrified he’d been that he’d lost Eddie. That he’d been too late.  That they’d never figure things out.  That he’d never get here and is still terrified that he’ll only ever kiss Eddie once and that it had been just adrenalin and a mistake.

The feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him more solidly into him, silencing the spiraling thoughts of self doubt and recrimination. Going willingly, Buck melts into the kiss and the catharsis offered by the shelter of Eddie’s arms. 

The  wet sand under them crumples away as Buck twists his torso, catching Eddie’s mouth with his own as their eyes flutter shut and trade open-mouthed kisses.  Eddie meets him halfway, strong arms wrapped around Buck to hold their chests together as they roll in the sand, connected at the mouth tasting each other.  The oncoming tide laps at their legs as they both strive to get closer to one another.  

If Buck could climb under Eddie’s skin, he would.  He can’t get close enough. 

The gasp that escapes Eddie’s mouth allows Buck’s tongue entrance and he starts mapping newly claimed territory and planting his flag with every swipe of his tongue. 

Buck will never let him go—Eddie is his now, no take backs.  They haven’t said the word love but it’s there.  Their stated mutual goals, talking about moving in and making a life together and babies… it’s a different sort of love declaration than Buck thought he needed but Buck will go to the ends of the earth if it means being with Eddie. 

They have time.  They will figure the rest of things out, but for right now, Buck just needs to physically get as close as possible to Eddie. 

He wants everything with Eddie.  Absolutely everything.  Even an inch of space between them is too much. Buck wants to crawl under Eddie’s skin until it was impossible to tell them apart, merge them into one being.

Breaking apart to breathe, Buck’s head falls back against the sand as he’s ended up underneath Eddie who has his legs sprawled on either side of Buck, weight anchoring Buck who is so lightheaded he might just float away if it weren’t for being pinned in place.  The warmth in Eddie’s eyes as they meet his makes the air Buck’s sucking in like he’s just run a marathon catch in his chest before Eddie’s face comes close and he places biting kisses with too much teeth and tongue that are going to leave visible marks down the length of Buck’s neck.  

A sharp nip catches the prominent ridge of Buck’s trachea where the scar from the emergency tracheotomy Abby performed has him whining in need and he writhes to press himself harder into the rough scrape of Eddie’s unshaven cheek and the pressure holding Buck down. “Eds…”

“I’ve got you Ev,” Eddie growls over the roar of the oncoming surf and Buck’s sanity begins to unravel as Eddie overwhelms his senses. 

It’s too much and yet not enough.

He wants more and is given more by Eddie even as his breath is stolen by Eddie’s mouth sealing over his, setting Buck’s blood to boil with the heat generated between their bodies. 

Even the tide coming in can’t cool the fire in his blood that Eddie’s lit. 

It’s not until the water actually pushes them along the beach that Buck pays attention to the power of the waves sweeping over them.  They’re both drenched, salt and sand everywhere, and Eddie has never looked so gorgeous as he does with his hair dripping, T-shirt and board shorts plastered to his lean form. 

The ridiculous grin and crinkles of Eddie’s eyes make Buck’s poor heart skip a beat he’s so in love with this man. 

The next incoming wave pushes them further up the beach as they body surf in a tangle of limbs. Eddie takes advantage to steal another kiss but his hands are already urging Buck to escape the sweeping rhythmic tide. 

Together they scramble up the beach, rescuing their flip flops and tugging at each other.   Buck almost trips face first into the bank of sand where the grass starts but is rescued by Eddie’s arms wrapping around him and pulling him into another stolen kiss.  Fingers wander and their wet clothes stubbornly cling to them as Buck heads for the outdoor shower. 

The yelp Eddie makes as the cold water hits him first has Buck laughing until he’s pulled underneath the shower head by Eddie who is more irritated by the distance between them than the shot of barely lukewarm water that hits Buck and clears his head momentarily and he jumps back out of the cold.  Eddie is shivering under the shower head as the water warms, blinking rapidly at Buck and the sand that coats him sloughing off in brown trails that follow the curves of his body that Buck wants to trace with fingers and tongue until he has Eddie writhing in his grasp. 

Knowing he has Buck’s attention, Eddie grips the hem of his shirt and slowly drags it up his abs, flexing and maintaining the sort of eye contact that would be unsettling in other circumstances because it pins Buck in place more surely than being shot. Each inch of tanned skin has Buck salivating for more, unable to look away even though he’s seen Eddie before in all manners of dress and changed in the same locker room with him for years. The tease of the treasure trail leading to the smattering of hair between a pair of peaked brown nipples that have pebbled in the cool water, Eddie’s free hand sliding up to cup his own pec as he tugs the wet shirt off over his head and tosses it out of the shower, thumb playing with the nipple and rolling it. 

“Buck…Cariño… Babe…Ev…” Eddie’s voice has dropped two octaves as he tries out Buck’s name and a few choice endearments, the rough desire in the call of each choice plucking at the fraying nerves of Buck’s sanity as Eddie arches his back, showing off his body. 

Eddie can call him whatever he wants and Buck will answer to it. 

“Eds,” he calls in return, taking a half step forward toward the memorizing siren that is Eddie Diaz. 

“Why are you all the way over there?” Eddie says and Buck is crossing the distance between them before he can think. 

Why is Eddie not in his arms?

#Family familia ‘ohana #First draft #wip whenever #making some progress #buddie #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #Wip

[arosesstorm]

untied spell | Alec Lightwood 

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

part 2?

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[cemeterything]

!!

Name: Lamia and Medea Wright

Pronouns: She/Her and She/Her

Appearance: Lamia was a 6'4 woman with red hair and amber brown eyes with reflective qualities in low light. Her ears had slightly pointed tips and her teeth seem a little too sharp from certain angles. She had slightly thicker body hair than usual. Before cutting herself off from her family and her patron, she had a muscular, athletic figure, suited to running but also strong. After, she gradually became skeletally thin and gaunt, and her hair dull and brittle. Her sister Medea was 6'2 with blonde hair and yellow-gold eyes. She was slimmer and less eye-catching than Lamia, though they shared many of the same traits.

Lamia and Medea were, as I've already mentioned, sisters, and TMA ocs. Their family was dedicated to serving the Hunt, and Lamia and Medea were no exception. They were raised to view other humans and avatars alike as livestock who primarily existed to feed their fear to their patron entity. In early years, Lamia took better to this than Medea, displaying a natural aptitude for hunting and causing terror. Medea, being older and often overlooked in favor of her younger sister by their parents and other relatives, grew to hate Lamia and develop a large chip on her shoulder that she never got over.

Lamia ended up shocking everyone when she ran away and cut herself off from her own family, however, marrying Newt Crane, a Web avatar from a rival family. The two would go on to have a child together, my oc Annie. Don't feel too proud of Lamia, though: she mostly left her life of murder and terrorism because she got bored and decided she wasn't interested in spending her life serving a fear god, rather than any particular moral motivation. Her primary reasons for marrying her husband and having a kid with him were spite and greed. It's hard to say if she really loved them, or the achievements they represented to her. She was also increasingly ill and largely bedbound due to the Hunt starving her as punishment for cutting herself off from it and refusing to feed it. She died to save Annie's life, killing the monster that murdered her husband, but the events that led to her sacrifice were only set in motion because of her decision to leave in the first place, and following her death she left Annie with no suitable guardians and a lot of pissed off, powerful and dangerous people she'd screwed over. Mom of the year!

Lamia also exists in Netherbound (original fiction RP), where she's a Titan. She's mothered a lot of children there due to her long lifespan, but eaten most of them, as well as her chosen mates, in an attempt to satisfy her insatiable hunger. She's a snake woman - literally. She has the body of a woman and the tail of a snake. She's also Annie's mom in Netherbound, and has tried to eat him several times. Mom of the century.

Medea, as I've already mentioned, grew up with a serious chip on her shoulder and a need to prove herself that drove her to excessive violence and bloodshed in the name of proving herself to her family and her patron. She insisted on leading the hunt and eventual murder of the last surviving members of a family the Wrights had been targeting for generations, so it's hard to feel sorry for her always being second best sibling when she viciously attacked and killed an oc (not mine) in her own workplace by using Lamia's kid, my oc Annie, as bait to draw her out by torturing Annie until the other oc felt compelled to intervene, and then attempted to do the same to that oc's brother while he was destabilized emotionally by her sudden and violent death.

They're both hot evil werewolf (and snake) women though. So that's pretty cool.

(i only have a link to the first picrew since the other two are no longer available since i made these character references)

#ask game #oc ask game #yes i know that titan lamia resembles something out of homestuck believe me i have been informed of this

[i-did-not-mean-to]

The dragonslayer

My dear @cilil, as a tiny thank you for being such a lovely presence in my DMs...here's a small snippet of totally idiotic AU.

Lots of love!

Words: 1 k

Characters: Námo, Irmo, Nienna, reader

As you pulled yourself up onto the narrow ledge, you gritted your teeth to stave off the pervasive fatigue and pain that had haunted you on the last stretch of your journey.

“Where are you, fiend?” you cried in a voice that only trembled ever so slightly.

Since the sudden and heart-wrenching demise of your beloved father, dissatisfaction as well as a gnawing sense of helpless anger had been plaguing you.

It was said in your village that there was a terrible, scaled monster living in and underneath the mountain range that was the reaper and keeper of human souls.

Brave and strong as you were, you had decided to slay the beast to keep other families from experiencing the same dreadful loss that had changed your own life forevermore.

Sword at the ready, you padded down a steep slope – running ever downwards – carefully; you expected the hideous creature to pounce at any moment, but all you could hear was the peaceful melody of underground springs tinkling merrily.

“I have come to avenge my dear father,” you called defiantly, blinking to make your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings faster.

From the corner of your eye, you caught the serpentine movement of a tail or a limb being dragged into the shadows in a gesture that almost struck you as defensive.

“Show yourself!” you demanded in a throaty voice, rough around the edges with crying and muted by weariness. “Don’t hide like a coward!”

Suddenly, the whole room around you seemed to shift.

“A visitor,” a voice – mellow and warm – exclaimed joyfully and, as if by its command, the cavern seemed to fill with an eerie, soft light that allowed you to discern your surroundings with sudden staggering sharpness.

Before you, a huge dragon lay curled up upon itself, its huge, elegant head cocked in friendly curiosity.

“No,” you gasped, stumbling backwards in shock. “No, this is wrong. You are not…”

“I am the one they call Irmo,” the dragon spoke, its voice echoing inside your very mind, “and I mean you no harm.”

Iridescent like the inside of an oyster, the dragon unfurled in a shower of violet and pink hues reflecting off the walls of the spacious grotto.

Your eyelids fluttered rapidly as you noticed a calming haze settling over your agitated consciousness like a veil; you felt as if you were moving through comfortably warm quicksand or a very pleasant dream.

“I’ve come to take my revenge,” you declared with much less ferocity than before.

A low grumbling came from one corner, underscored by the rattling of bones and accompanied by a whiff of cold, fresh air.

As you turned your head, you could vaguely make out the outline of another wyrm, black as the night and horned.

“Námo,” the first dragon hummed a casual introduction, and you could feel his affection and loyalty – devoid of any anger or aggressiveness – radiate into your bones. “He carries out the tasks that have been set for him,” the one who called himself Irmo explained patiently, cautiously moving to encircle you, “and – believe me – he takes no pleasure in your pain.” “How would you know?” you hissed, swinging your sword indolently as if to strike him; Irmo merely flinched but didn’t make any movement to attack you.

“He is my brother,” he replied gently within your own muddled thoughts, “and he is not the one you want.”

With a clattering sound, the useless weapon finally fell from your numb hands as the room around you started spinning sluggishly.

Irmo’s hypnotic, violet eyes were now hovering right before your own face which undoubtedly betrayed just how overwhelmed you felt with the unexpected turn the events had taken.

“Come here, little one,” the dragon purred, tightening his hold around your body by moving in increasingly small, concentric circles. “It’s my sister you need; there is nothing Námo can do for you now. Is there?”

He shot a questioning gaze in the direction of the other – still wreathed in shadow and cold drafts – and, when the black dragon confirmed that it was not yet your time to be taken by him, Irmo nudged his impressively large snout against your shoulder.

“You are tired and heartsick,” he whispered soothingly, the coils of his warm, soft body catching you effortlessly as your knees buckled. “Rest now.”

It had been years since you had last felt so perfectly comfortable; the scaly skin beneath your tingling hands was warm and remotely velvety, reminiscent of a heated featherbed such as rich people in lavish palaces owned.

The sound of another approaching body made you force your head up, alarm cutting through the mist of contented bliss sharply.

“Here is my sister Nienna,” Irmo susurrated into your ear soothingly. “She’ll carry your pain while you rest and offer solace where you think there is none left.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but you found that words had fled you.

“We never take what we have no right to,” Irmo promised, “and we give as much as we can!”

The third dragon seemed to be made of mist and pearlescent tears, wavering in and out of focus as you drifted into sleep.

“No,” you tried to escape their nefarious magic once more, but the leaden weakness pinning your limbs to his writhing form was too heavy to shake off now.

“Hush, little one, you are safe here,” Irmo said before a symphony of humming and whistling filled the air; incredulous as you were, you could not deny that it felt as if your very soul was being ever so delicately lifted out of your flesh and cradled in a well of consolation and care.

“Irmo, you shouldn’t,” the black dragon groaned, sliding forward to look down on the unconscious being – so tiny, so fragile – nestled in his brother’s sympathetic hold and wept over by his compassionate sister.

“Just for a little,” Irmo pushed back affably and let out a small sigh of contentment and sympathy when Námo simply huffed and then also curled up within this intimate bubble of bliss.

Lol, what's wrong with my head? LOL

Lots of love once again!

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #The Silm #the silmarillion #Námo #Irmo #Nienna #Feanturi #Dragons #Draconic!Irmo #Draconic!Námo

[master-k0hga]

| T A K E S H I |

[ Category: The Promised Land ]

| There we go, the old sport himself.... Y'know,,, the guy who runs the organisation to not only get goods sent around the Promised Land and help his family owned business going, but to also keep the peace and all that shit... His family has been best buddies with the Royal family of the Golden Palace after all for generations, so he's in good hands if ever they are swamped with work or are being threatened...!

Takeshi is a pretty stoic kinda guy, takes his work seriously, and definitely takes his relationships of all kinds seriously as well! If anybody goes out of line or breaks his trust, not only will he shut you out; But you'll be exiled, punished and potentially snuffed out... But he's needn't do that since nobody has personally nor professionally stooped that low to him.... Yet

He's a very reliable and trustworthy fellow, and despite how intimidating he looks to many; He's someone who is definitely worthy having in your life.. Hardworking, competent, surprisingly very comforting! He's a saint compared to his family's shady history...!!

.. And he must be a really cool guy, Tammy is dating him and they plan of getting married someday!

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INFO

Name: Takeshi Species: Ice Elf (Origin Kind) General Personality: Serious, independent, hardworking, trustworthy, protective, actually very welcoming, quite stubborn, strong Height: 9ft "2" Relationship Status: In a relationship

Extra Info:

Takeshi took over the Frostclaw Traders organisation after his father's passing when he was 18; The organisation was actually something incredibly different before his grandfather took over and completely re-did everything from the ground to what it was known as previously.. Which used to be a cult of sacrifice, blood, greed and all now frowned upon by the newer generations while what had happened prior was approved of by the acenstors of both the Golden Palace and Frostclaw. Takeshi wishes to keep to what the organisation means nowadays; Trades, peace and a very well fed supply of resources all around the Promised Land

Despite being just a mere Ice Elf, Takeshi and his late family were of a "pure breed" which are actually referred to as "Frost Folk", the Ice Elves themselves just seemed to have "dwindled" ever so slightly and "softened" their physical attributes through the years whilst Takeshi himself remained of his origins. The only vital differences is that their skin appears more pale and could potentially glisten like icicles in the sunlight, their eyes pale with sharp white pupils and fanged teeth like vampires (minus the blood sucking). The Origin diet mainly consists of ice and herbal teas as they cannot process meats or heavy foods; Diet practically being mostly of liquid or things that can melt easily on the tongue

He actually wields two blades, and carries a small dagger that was passed down from his mother on his 10th birthday; He never uses the dagger however keeps is as a good luck charm. The dual blades were passed from his father a week before his father's passing years ago

He's 31 years old and appears to have been that age for the past decade; Unknown to this anomaly, he fears something that the indescribable horrors his ancestors has committed have punished him, cursed to become immortal as he watches his loved ones slip away.. Either that or he has lost track of time, thus losing track of his age, not even Tammy knows how old he potentially could be

Usually he and his partner tends to take turns when it comes to business, Tammy deals with the papers, the contracts and phone calls while Takeshi focuses more on the meetings, the agreements and engagements to keep the organisation going at a steady pace; Although it is joked around by his girlfriend that he cannot sit still in a phone call and listen to the other "unintelligible imbecile" on the other side, and also he needs reading glasses so he doesn't accidentally agree to something he "refuses to acknowledge" or "accept"

He's quite stubborn, even though he cannot deny it, his own parents, although had not outright acted on inherently "evil activities" by the standards of their ancestors, but his father specifically had to agree to certain "distasteful procedures" just to keep the Frostclaw Traders alive up to now; Takeshi personally believes his parents, most specifically his father, were saints when they were alive. A part of him is still a child at heart when he's naive about his family and their actions

Takeshi runs and leads the main branch of the Frostclaw Traders organisation within the Glacier Mountains of the Promised Land, which is also the main hometown for the Ice Elves, however that isn't to say he does not have other branches opened out within the realm itself to make his business efficient. Almost every corner within the Promised Land has Frostclaw services, ranging from stock, resources, even a couple small postal services; He has no doubt hired and even promoted most of his members of his business to run and manage the other branches (with helps of the civilizations within the regions). It is also thanks to King Aurelius that Takeshi is able to expand this business thoroughly to keep the realm in well managed conditions

Although not directly, he did have a bad couple of run ins with a few of Kira's henchmen when they tried to infiltrate the hometown of the Ice Elves to steal some valuables and other "secret documents and treasures" for whatever purposes, though being quite the fighter and his defences are, they scared them off successfully without too much lost

Ice Elves bleed a teal blue, however Takeshi being of the Origin era; his is a luminous blue and (believe it or not) has a gold shimmer.. So if you see a pretty luminous blue "paint" with a gold shinmer, that isn't paint that's Frost Folk blood

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But uhm.. Yeah, s'pose that's about it for him- The main guy who runs the business, maintaining it while keeping his people happy, comfortable and safe from the threats of the opposing sides. Although not as directly involved or connected with the threat of the Deceit and their goal, the Frostclaw's alliance is with the Golden Palace, so Takeshi and his people are prone to be harassed or threatened.. Not like that'll stop him from continuing on with his family run business and trying to make this strange realm a safe place to live..

Takeshi, obviously like the others, was also a former Yiga OC of mine before I changed them up entirely! And funnily enough in the BotW era where I had them be part of the Yiga clan, Takeshi originally was gonna be like the next leader after Master Kohga retires and lets him take over before I made them all into their own thing.. Takeshi hasn't really changed personality-wise since he's always been a hardworking and independent person, but leading a business along with those close to him makes it very easy to get the job done, even if he is potentially cursed to become an immortal being who's been punished for his ancestors sick and twisted endeavours.. (Or is his fear of living alone is making him succimb to his paranoia)... But uhm.. Yeah!

Believe I only really have a few former Yiga OCs who are in need of re-purposing entirely before I'm actually done with the basics for them, and then after that I'll have to go back to sorting out my Zareans species and other non related OCs..

Still loads to do but oh well-

. Takeshi, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Takeshi #OC #Male #Ice Elf #Frostclaw #Frostclaw Traders #The Promised Land #Original Character #My OC #My Art #Fandomless #The leader of the Frostclaw tribe and he's actually rly cool despite appearing like such a scary looking dude lmao #No fr he's very fierce and is ACTUALLY threatening when it comes to protecting his own! But god dammit isn't he actually the most soothest #and calmest guy you could ever meet... ESPECIALLY when it comes to personal or emotional problems #Tammy can literally vouch for that he's definitely someone you should come to for advice or other problems you deal with #Even though he has loads of issues himself. He will NOT take it out on anybody for no reason.. I'mean sure #He's has his moments where he'll show his vulnerability but nonetheless he's a great leader and definitely someone you shouldn't #get on the bad side on if you're smart enough.... But yeah... Super awesome guy and I'd love to adapt his character further someday dxkjvh #.... #Yeah as mentioned he and Tammy are in fact a couple #......... #I don't rly have all that much to talk about in the tags tbh so I guess that's it rly lmao #...... Oh well... Not like it matters much.. A lot of my stuff doesn't get noticed by anybody so it's literally just me rambling

[vaguely-yandere]

ik ik i should be writing more for that brat darling + rival yan part two, but i JUST got this idea. the pairing’s a little unconventional but damn does it have potential.

think:

cryptid darling.

cryptid darling looks humanoid, but there’s like a ton of stuff that give them away. and they live in this very stereotypical cursed forest in a small town, and they’re kinda the reason why the forest is cursed.

their pupils are like a goat’s, their vision clear even during the darkest nights, able to see colors that you can’t.

their irises trap and hold onto the souls of those who fell victim to cryptid darling, the sight so terrifying it paralyzes you on the spot.

antlers, covered in old moss and (hopefully) withered tangled vines, strong enough to take the heaviest blows.

teeth, sharp enough to crack and chew through rocks, as if they’re nothing but soft marshmallows.

hands so nimble that they can grip almost any surface with ease.

they can run and swim faster than you ever can, escape impossible.

the one thing they cannot do is fly.

it’s just a myth, though. an old wive’s tale to get children to behave. of course the forest isn’t cursed!

no one is allowed to go in, though. whoever enters never comes out.

naturally, those rumors attracted a ton of wannabe paranormal investigators!

(supposedly) cursed forest? check.

absolutely terrifying creature that lives inside? check.

small town? check.

no one ever comes out after going in? check check and check!

despite all the warnings, people still go inside because of pure curiosity, a dumb dare, skepticism, or just wanting to be famous.

the forest became infamous in the paranormal world, with many people making conspiracy theories on what could truly be inside.

cryptid darling gets fed well.

and one day, someone somehow took a photo of cryptid darling and got it out into the public, albeit very blurry.

it only sparked more curiosity and debate, with more and more going into the forest.

it made just as many skeptical, because this “cryptid” was already a creature established in ancient myths.

but one day, someone strange came into the forest.

they held trinkets and food with them — even came during spring, when the forest thrived the best.

when cryptid darling prepared to strike, the human quickly knelt down, bowing their head low as they held out the basket of trinkets and food.

cryptid darling cautiously took them, and let the human flee.

they came back the next day.

and then the next and the next —

green leaves changed to brittle oranges and browns, and still they came, never missing a single day.

(okay no more story i can’t write the rest in a story format lol)

this might not seem like yandere, but think about the implications here.

i’m gonna call them loner yan, for convenience.

loner yan here is spending ALL their time with cryptid darling — ditching family, friends, their job, their college or something if they still go to school — everything.

i highly doubt they even live in the town where cryptid darling is, so they even ditched their HOUSE.

their obsession with cryptid darling and their life would grow so large i feel like loner yan would literally just reject humanity entirely, or even beg cryptid darling to make loner yan just like them.

idk i came up with this idea on a whim and just wrote everything i had for it in like 15 minutes lol

-poised darling

POISED DARLING. MAKE A WRITING BLOG PLEASE.

i can see everything so clearly.

cryptid darling getting used to the small, weak human, even guiding their path through the forest (as best they can, simply moving poison ivy and briar out of the way), being sweet to their new little worshipper and god, their yandere loves to worship them.

giving them gifts, food, anything they want, all while mumbling praise and worship under their breath, desperate to please their new god. cryptid darling starts favoring them, even enjoying their presence a bit... well, as much they can. its kinda hard to like something you view mostly as food. but cryptid darling shows their appreciation as best they can... by preventing loner yan from leaving, just for a little while longer. letting loner yan gently touch their long, dirty legs, letting loner yan braid their hair to keep it out of the way, even allowing loner yan to hug them. its all a bit much for the poor yandere but they still adore every ounce of attention they get from their darling.

they even offer to live in the forest with them, be their full time worshipper but cryptid darling refuses, not wanting to share their space, esp with a human.

and i love the idea of loner yan flirting with out of towners, leading them into the forest, kissing them, stripping them down and just imagining the moment of absolute terror in the strangers eyes when they see the darling looming over them, only getting a single glimpse before theyre lived up into the hair and gored on a tree like its nothing. the stranger fully expects loner yan to scream, to run away, to do anything other than bow down, shuddering and shivering with pleasure just by being in their darlings presence. just the utter betrayal and terror on the strangers face as cryptid darling leans down and slowly caresses loner yans back, praising them for bringing them another meal

i just love this idea!!!

#cryptid darling #loner yandere #gore #poised darling #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #worshipper yandere