#the deer that's not a deer has been sighted screaming in the woods

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 15)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 2,421

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14)

Notes: okay, I’ve missed this one. It hits. (3/6 of 6 updates for 6k 💙)

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Day 195

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You’re beginning to really hate the decision to leave.

Not only because of the three walkers you’ve seen, all with missing jaws, but there’s a niggling in the back of your mind, screaming at you about Feyre and Rhys. You shouldn’t have left the house, no matter how harrowing the sight you, Cassian, and Azriel had stumbled upon was. 

Cassian and Azriel, the two men who have been taking care of you since. The former had stayed up all night smoking the deer meat over the fire until it was nothing but smolders and a carcass left. You had intended to stay up with him until he was finished but Azriel had pulled you between his legs and all but forced you to lean against him with your head on his chest.

“Sleep,” he’d demanded gruffly, but his fingers brushing the hem of your t-shirt to find your skin were soft, soothing as he traced patterns. His lips were warm against your forehead, his breaths even and strong against your back that had lulled you into sleep in a matter of moments.

You’d been woken up by gentle strokes, the moon high in the sky. Both men had decided that you’d need to move campsites in case any zombies or wild animals were attracted to the carcass. The three of you stumbled through the woods, sticking close to each other. You’d quieted at the soft sound of a creek trickling through the brush and you’d been able to fill your canteens before Cassian washed the blood from his hands and forearms.

By the time the sun had washed its yellow rays upon the sky, you had found your way back to the main strip of highway and have been following it since. The little sleep that Azriel forced you to get had helped a little, but the anxiety rushing through your body at the thought of Feyre and Rhysand out here alone keeps you wired and focused only on made up scenarios of what could have gone wrong.

Had they made it back to the van? Had they tried to come back to the house only to find the letter Azriel had left them? Had they taken the warning and found gas, drove up the road until they’d seen the Eryef signs her sisters had left her? 

“Stop overthinking, sweetheart,” Cassian breaks the silence. He wraps an arm around your shoulder swiping his thumb across the crease in your brows. “We’ll find them.”

“You don’t know that,” you huff, wringing your fingers together. Azriel peers over his shoulder from where he’s scouting ahead, stopping in his tracks until the both of you catch up. You can’t look at either man right now. If it weren’t for you, you’d probably all be back together as a group, or at least waiting safely back at the house of horrors. “We shouldn’t have left them.” 

Azriel pulls you straight into his arms and Cassian closes the pack by pressing his firm body against your back. You’re enveloped by arms and warmth, soaking in both of their confidence that both Feyre and Rhysand are safe and to keep moving is the correct decision for your group of three.

You’re still not quite used to this side of Azriel. How he’s more open to you than before, like it’s been just as much of a struggle to keep away from you as it has been for you. He’s no longer afraid to pull you into his side or chest or arms should he sense your overworking mind. You’re much like him in that way, always playing out every scenario before anything happens. It’s a hard habit to break, one that has gotten him this far, saved his ass more than once, and by the Mother he’ll do whatever he needs to to make sure you find them. 

“Feyre is safe with Rhys, and he is safe with her,” Azriel starts, planting his palms on either side of your cheeks. The marred skin is soft against your cheeks and he tilts your chin up so you’re forced to look in his eyes. The gold in them is stern, as are his following words. “We’re going to see what this Eryef is all about because that’s where they’ll go when they see the signs. We’re going to meet them there and all will be alright.”

“Well, as alright as things can be with the apocalypse and all,” Cassian adds, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your jaw. The brush of his lips makes you want to laugh, but you’re frozen beneath Azriel’s stare.

“Okay?” he asks you, and he tries to ignore the way that Cassian’s kissing down your neck, running his hands from your hips up your sides. He tries to ignore the way your fingers clutch to the hem of his shirt in response, and the way that your lids flutter. He steps into you and you can feel their stiff cocks pressing into you from front and back. The air is shoved from your lungs the closer they lean. “We’re worrying about us first. We can’t help them if we can’t help ourselves, first. We need to stay level headed, right?”

His lips slanting against yours are all too convincing of that.

“Right?” he asks against your mouth, and you nod, gasping when Cassian’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants. You grind your hips, drawing delicious moans from both men.

“Right,” you whine, fingers raking down Azriel’s chest. You need them, both of them right now, even in the middle of the fucking forest in the middle of nowhere. You don’t fucking care. “Need you both.”

“If we’re giving her what she needs,” Cassian says, leaning over you to caress Azriel’s jaw. He tucks his thumb and is tipping his chin back, gold eyes clashing with hazel. It makes Azriel’s throat bob and from your vantage point you want to crane your neck and lick over it. “Then we can’t deny her this, Azzy.”

He hums languidly but it chokes off when you press onto your toes to lap across the skin of his throat. It’s salty, musky, and his fingers on your hips tighten. It makes your legs clench together and your cunt drip with want.

“We shouldn’t,” Azriel groans because Gods does he want to. But he’s feeling too exposed out here like this, all tangled up with his lovers. It muddies his mind and if you’re all too preoccupied with the taste of each other, he worries you’ll attract walkers. “Not enough protection.”

“Don’t have any condoms,” Cassian mumbles against Azriel’s mouth.

“From walkers,” Azriel growls, biting at Cassian’s lips. It’s meant as a warning but all it does is make Azriel’s cock jump at the thought of your tight heat milking him dry. He wants to fill you up, watch Cassian fuck his way into you until you’re a moaning mess, leaking their seed. 

He’s right, though. You shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing even now. Anyone could be near hearing the three of you fooling around, dead or alive. It’s a dangerous situation that lust is trying to paint its way over, and no matter how badly you need to feel the press of their bodies against yours again, you need to be careful about it.

“I’m going to find you both a house,” Cassian says gruffly, disappointment lacing his heady tone. He brushes Azriel’s hair back with one hand, and with the other he’s holding you tightly. “One with a fence and room big enough for a garden. We’re going to find a place for Feyre and Rhys nearby, but not so close that they hear me fucking the both of you all day and all night.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his words. He says them like he means them, like this is going to happen, and you can admit that it sounds like heaven. Spending the rest of your days with the two of them, always together, never lonely.

“‘M gonna take care of you both,” he continues, tone going soft with promise. Both you and Azriel lean into him, cradling him close. Your stomach twists a little at the thought that passes through your mind like a shooting star. “We’re going to be okay.”

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“Only a few more miles,” Azriel says sometime later, when you’re taking a break. You’re munching on some of the meat Cassian had stowed away last night. You’d all been very lucky with that kill. Animals lurking the woods are a lot less common as they were at the beginning of the apocalypse, with all of the roaming zombies hungry for flesh and blood. They’ll take a bite out of anything with a pulse.

The meat is chewy and bland, but it’s better than most things you’ve eaten since the world ended. There was once when you and Feyre had to force down handfuls of flowers to ease the hunger pains contorting your bodies, but they hadn’t tasted as good as they smelled, but they’d kept you alive. 

“We should be there by nightfall, I reckon.”

You nod, forcing yourself to swallow. You’re not complaining, but your throat protests around the chewed meat, dry as it scrapes down your windpipe. Coughing, you try to dislodge it, and Cassian hands you his canteen to wash it down with. You beam gratefully at him.

“Do you think anyone will be there?” You ask, examining the jerky. “What do you think we’ll find?”

Azriel sighs as he thinks, leaning back against the tree behind him. His gold eyes scour the woods surrounding you. When they pass over your body and they rove down, drinking you in, then does he answer. “Hopefully we can at least find shelter.” 

You clench your thighs together. Clearly, he hasn’t forgotten about earlier when the three of you had been pressed so tightly together you were nearly one. Cassian shifts too and you can see the slight tenting of his jeans. Goosebumps awaken on your flesh as his bare arm brushes yours.

You’re about to speak but a twig snapping draws all of your attention, freezing in your spots.

You shove the rest of the meat into your mouth because by the Mother you will not waste it. Your body is tight with anticipation, and you draw your blade silently from your belt, preparing for the worst.

You peek a glance at Cassian, who shrugs a little. His hazel eyes are sharp, but he can’t see anything any more than you can. He sends a questioning glance over to Azriel, who silently shakes his head. He can’t see anything either.

The unmistakable groan of a walker sounds in the distance and your spine goes straight. It’s about time you’ve seen one. It’s been much too quiet as of late, and you pray to any God that will listen that it’s not a horde.

Slowly, you follow Cassian’s lead to stand. He offers you a hand and you move as silently as you can. Azriel’s already on his feet and moved closer to you. You hadn’t noticed how quickly and quietly he can be when he wants to. 

You’re kind of envious.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, both men cover you while you work it into place until your knife is back up at the ready. 

“C’mon you filthy vermin,” a voice cuts through the woods, not caring how loud they are. It carries through the trees easily, like an open field, though you still can’t see anything. “Just a  few more steps.”

It’s a low voice, but unmistakably a woman’s. She sounds agitated as well, especially when the male voice that follows is nothing but a sweet, teasing trap. “Ease up, fawn. We have all day.”

“We don’t,” she disagrees. “Elain will wake soon and if something happens,” her voice pitches higher in distress and the male’s one turns soothing.

“Her condition hasn’t changed in months, Nes. She’ll hold on another day.”

You exchange glances with Cassian and Azriel but the confusion painting their faces is the same as that of yours. What the hell are they talking about?

The sound of a zombie groaning breaks them apart. The woman spits curses at it and her male counterpart chuckles. Cassian presses closer when the voices trail your way.

“All in good time, fawn,” the man says again and he’s back to calling her that nickname. 

“It’s not my fault that they’re so damn stupid. I swear, it’s like being at University all over again.”

You hold your breath as he laughs and she huffs.

There’s a loud snap, the sound of something crunching nearby. It’s a little too close for any of your liking, and when the two of them step around a large oak, finally in your line of vision, they halt.

You watch the smiles slip from their faces, their eyes going hard. Their hands are tangled together but they rip apart as they reach for their weapons. 

You, Azriel, and Cassian raise yours in defense, but no one moves.

The man’s auburn eyes blaze over the three of you, calculating. His features are sharper than the blade in your hand, eyes hard like he could light you on fire with a single look. His copper hair is finger rifled, tousled on the top of his head, but the unruly look works on him. You wonder if the smattering of freckles dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose are marks of all of his kills.

The woman beside him, however, somehow looks even more menacing. The hard lines around her mouth must be from frowning most of her life, much like she is now. Her dirty golden-brown hair is braided back from her face in two long plaits. There’s a bow strapped across her back, and you’re lucky that the three of you caught her whilst she was distracted.

She looks familiar, though, so familiar that it only takes you a moment to place her until you’re dropping your arm and stepping forward, ignoring how Azriel and Cassian grab for you.

The girl’s gray-blue eyes are sharp, deadly even. Her knife is curved and razor-edged, dark blood from her latest kill dripping off of the tip. She doesn’t look like she’s willing to extend any pleasantries in the slightest, but if the next three words out of your mouth don’t stop her from killing the three of you, then maybe you deserve it.

“You’re Feyre’s sister.”

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#acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #azriel x cassian x reader #dead by dawn #acotar zombie au #zombie au #acotar au

[sorcerous-caress]

Hihi! I just wanted to leave a message letting you know how much I enjoy the stuff you've written. Your human kink tag is probably one of my favorites on this website to be honest, I've read through it so many times (its hard to pick a favorite, but i think mine my be the one with Halsin and the human tav/companions), and i adore the way you write for karlach and shadowheart as well (shadowhearts not even really one of my favorites, but you write her in such a way i think she ended up getting bumped up my list of favorites). Just wanted to say thanks for all that ig!! 🍒

Halsin is one of my fav when it comes human kink because you can tell the man is humanity's number one cheerleader.

"The average elf sleeps with 10 humans a year," factoid actually just statistical error. The average elf sleeps with 0 humans per year. XxHumanzlover69xX Archdruid Halsin, who lives in a cave & sleeps with 10,000 humans each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted

The average elf also consumes 0 human porn per year. Meluidil, the goonerbrained high elf, is personally responsible of 90% of the high forest traffic to human porn sites.

Halsin screams human kink. While wood elves have the least degrading view on the homosapiens amongst all other elf kins who view us as less than bugs, they still remain pretentious in their own way of patting us on the head for not burning down our forests...this year.

Take Kagha, for example. She'd be damned if she let a mere human direct her ways. In comparison to her venom filled fangs, we are mere deer fawns, clumisly still learning how to walk without tripping over our own feet.

But Halsin? Our "pathetic nature" brings out the protective instincts in him whilst making him crave us insatiably. He wants a cute human or a dozen to take under his wings and show them the ways of the natural order. Properly teach them about harmony and the various pleasures the oak father blessed his creatures with.

Humans categorize themselves as animals after all, don't they? Halsin would find that notion too silly and adorable of us. Yet he can see it in our graceless ways, primal hormones, and short-sighted nature. Its makes him pity how we can't truly connect with nature like he does, since if we're a part of the gaint picture that is nature, we simply can't step away to view it whole like elves can. We merely live in our veiled and narrow corner of the painting.

Or this is all just elf propaganda. Tales Corellon spinned to make his children believe they're inherently superior so they don't go making half elves left and right and therefore make him lose his domain. Who knows?

It's just that Halsin took the "humans are lesser than you" message a little too personally, and now he sees it as his duty to care and protect humanity.

It doesn't hurt that we are very easy on the eyes and easy to coax to bed. Elves have all these courting rituals that take years at a time just for a kiss, it's so refreshing to just walk to a human and make his intentions known in a poetic line or two that has them sliding onto his lap and touching his pointy ears all curious and wide eyed.

It's not every day that you meet a big, strong elf that shatters your painted glass view of delicate elves. That makes your human hunger for knowledge and cat-like curiosity go haywire as you tiptoe around the subject to get information from him.

He thanks his orc ancestor every night for the many cute humans asking to touch his muscles after a drink or two.

Humans are new, refreshing and constantly inconsistent. From the most primal cutthroat ones that wrestle the control from Halsin to the softest adorable ones that sit on his lap and let him do all the work. We are as cunning as we are dumb.

It's the most intoxicating drug he has had. The more he sleeps with humans, the more he wants more. No two are the same.

Nothing gets him going than watching two humans drown in the pleasure with each other, bodies glistening with sweat as they chase after one another's mouth. Hungry and impatient, Clearly frustrated with their lungs' burning for air as they are forced to break the kiss. Watch a human make another bend over under them, a struggle of power filled with possessive bites, moans and curses. Like their own emptions and desires are too intese for their human brain to process so they need more, melting in greed as they push their bodies past their limit just to scratch the itch.

He wants to watch two humans exhaust each other into oblivion before he takes over. Be gentle and guide them through one more orgasm just for him, experiencing first hand just how unbreakable the human spirit truly is as they stubbornly refuse to stop and keep demanding more.

Followed by providing aftercare for the two of them as they cuddle against him. Looking so Innocent with their soft features as they sleep, trusting him to watch over and protect them.

Halsin's other top fantasy is having a human druid be his disciple. Clearly new in the ways of Oak father and yet so passionate and determined. Halsin would show blatant favouritism as he takes them personally on quests with him, have them tend to the plants in his chambers just before he gently lays them over his bed and claim them.

On another note, poly Halsin with human Tav who's with Gale, Wyll or Minsc is literally his wettest dream. He wants to take you and your human lover on dates before fucking you both to sleep.

He enjoys hanging around in a full party of humans and laughing at their adorable antics while tending to their every whim. Poor human forgot their food? Halsin has some berries in his pocket, open wide, and he'll feed them to you

Your legs are tired? Come here and he'll carry you, don't worry about his wandering hand squeezing your thighs and waist, marveling at how squishy the human body is in comparison to elves.

Bored? Sad? Anxious? He will turn into a cat and be your best friend for the rest of the day. Watch you squeel at how fluffy his fur is as you pet and coddle him, a complete 180 to how you were before, especially if you happened to be closed off to him.

He does find it hilarious how humans who are shy around him or suspicious immediately change their attitude when he wildshapes into an animal they deem cute. He knows they know it's still him inside but their instincts to cuddle everything fluffy wins over their pride and they throw themselves at him.

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Thank you so much. I haven't written or posted on this blog in a long while, so most people who read my stuff just come and go silently while leaving likes. It's discouraging to know the author is absent when leaving a comment because they think we might never see it, but I promise we do. Yours made me very happy, and I'm grateful for it <3

#♡human kink #♡smut #♡halsin #human kink #elf x human

[ohbo-ohno]

Literal man hunt!!

Ghost and Soap who are protective of their land like they're Americans, literally guns everywhere and shooting anyone suspicious on sight because they have many enemies and a lot of people would love to kill them once they're retired.

But our girl literally just...got lost. She stumbled across their cabin like a baby deer because she is either got lost or was running from someone. It was the first time ever when Ghost missed a shot...and he is happy he did because now they have an adorable injured darling!!

Her leg is no good so they help her, get her treatment from a real doctor even but of course you have to stay with them, you're cold and hurt and delusional because you're their soulmate and their perfect little pet who can't even resist because they are providing food and shelter. Living cottagecore life with your two murderous husbands but you really don't want to be here.

And you want to ran away but you physically can't. Soap is constantly doting on poor us, supports us when we have to make food because they are horrible at it, Ghost is adoring the sight. Retirement is nice when you have a little pet near you.

Eventually they even force us help them with other victims!! Like cleaning the blood from Ghost and Soap in the shower, listen to their various hunting stories, hold the ammo for them once we can escort them in the forest.....the possibilities are endless. Other victims think we can help them, but we just cry and apologize over and over as Soap bashes their brains with an axe

being forced to help with their other victims... my guy you should read Brother by Ania Ahlborn, man is forced to help his serial killer family dispose of their victims

also below the cut i kinda barely touched on the concept you sent but it's so good and i had nothing to add im sorry :(

cw below for like... very light gore? description of murder fitting of a horror movie

wandering around lost through the woods and randomly getting fucking shot, only for someone to come running out of the trees and asking if you're ok??? has me going bonkers

also this is totally giving the most dangerous game so i present you: soap and ghost kidnap groups of people and hunt them for sport, but when you wake up they realize that they want you to stay alive. maybe soap pretends to be one of the victims, teams up with you to help you (help keep you alive) and herds you in the direction of their cabin without you knowing

you only realize what's going on when he slaughters another person, someone who wants to team up with you two. sure the way the new guy looked at you made you uncomfortable... but johnny split his head open with an axe when he reaches for you, splits him right down the middle and leaves you staring up at him, both of you covered in blood

and now what, right?

you learn you've been kidnapped to be prey in some sick bastard's idea of fun, and now the one man you thought might help you through this turns out to be that sick bastard?

and johnny's pretty pissed, he'd wanted to play along with you for a little longer :/ but that other motherfucker had forced his hand, had tried to touch you, and he couldn't just let that happen. and now you're screaming and crawling away from him, which is bullshit because he was literally protecting you

so now you've got pissy serial killer johnny, grabbing you by the elbow and dragging you behind him despite your best struggles, grunting and asking can you just fuckin' relax for a minute while you stare up at him like ?!?!!?!?!?!

anyway he drags you to where simon's been hunting the others, drops you at his feet and crosses his arms all angrily. ghost just raises an eyebrow, "i thought you wanted to play along with them this time?"

and johnny's pouty about it, damn near tapping his foot in complaint. "wanted to play along with her, but some bastard got touchy."

you manage to scramble away, get up and fucking sprint through the forest because oh my god the guy johnny took you to had a fucking crossbow, only to trip over a wire and end up locked in a net, six feet off the ground

and here comes johnny and ghost, sauntering out of the woods and looking up at you in the air. johnny laughs at you, and you're crying so hard you can hardly even see them

anyways, they leave you in the net while they deal with their other prey <3 come back for you at the end of the night and take you home with them

#gremlingottoosilly #asks and answers #bo writes #ghoap x reader #serial killer ghoap x reader

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #8: The Sun Dog

Nature. Every tree, plant, and animal. It is all around us, and it is a very big part of the forest town Spielzeit's identity. The townsfolk and the surrounding forest have been in kahoots with one another ever since it split from the now defunct Playtime toy company. And now, their relationship with nature has seemingly grown stronger, due in part to a new creature said to roam the woods. They call it the Sun Dog.

Said to be the most benevolent of Spielzeit's ever growing roster of "cryptids", the Sun Dog is described as being a giant Cocker Spaniel with dark orange fur. It gets its name from what locals describe as a pendant, shaped like the sun, that it wears tightly around its neck.

It is said to be missing the lower half of its body, resulting in it crawling around wherever it goes. Those who have caught a glimpse of the Sun God report it being followed by a group of animals. The animals within said group vary, but the most common group is said to be that of a red fox, a whitetail deer, and an opossum.

Stories and sightings of the Sun Dog portray it as a protector of nature, caring for wounded and abandoned animals and helping any that cross its path. It is said to be incredibly docile, even helpful, towards humans, with one witness, Jeremy Hill, 23, describing as such.

"I was taking a walk through the woods. It was a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I'm walking, and I notice this tree, looked perfect for climbing. I get to the top of the thing, the view was really nice. Then, I heard something, sounded like, I don't know, giggling? Startled me so much that I fell off the branch, broke one of my legs. I screamed put for help for what felt like forever. Then I heard someone, they sounded like he was in his 50s, he told me not to worry, that'd he'd get me back home. That's when I saw him. We were at level with one another, he had a fox, deer, and possum at his side. Now, I've heard other people talk about this guy like he was the second coming, but actually being in his presence, I don't know, it made me feel safe. He had that look in his eyes, you know? I passed out afterwards, but when I woke up I was in town square. I won't forget that day."

The Sun Dog's contributions have not gone unnoticed. For instance, since his arrival, illegal hunting in the Spielzeit area has dropped tremendously, something that Ranger Angelo Floros has taken note of.

"Now, I'm not sure a giant, orange dog is the reason all of these hunters have went away, but regardless, this is great news. And if you want to thank this 'Sun Dog' for it, be my guest."

Many residents do, in fact, thank the Sun Dog, particularly those with some background of religion. They believe in the Sun Dog's existence so much that they have made it the central figure in their annual Summer Solstice festival. Here, there are Sun Dog themed games, food, and even stage performances about its contributions. Something notable is that during the festival, there is a chance that an animal will show up, requesting food, in which they always recieve it, yet they never immediately eat it. It is said that they bring it to the Sun Dog, who watches in the distance on the Licht hillside, where the sun shines brightest.

Is there a protector of nature living in the forests of Spielzeit? Or has Lady Luck just grazed the town with a great ecosystem? Do you believe?

(A major thank you to @abugcalledtoken for writing a greater part of the Sun Dog's lore!)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #cryptid au #cryptids of spielzeit #cryptozoology #cryptids #dogday #poppy playtime dogday #smiling critters #smiling critters dogday #strawberry #chocolate #oreo #the sun dog

[azulsluver]

Twisted Tales In The Dark

Over My Dead Body         Halloween event!

tw. graphic violence, gore in general, body horror, ortho squeezes someone to death, animal abuse (sort of), burn marks.

❥ featuring the two pumpkin knights, Idia, Ortho.

❥ and a special guest, Grim.

A large cat crawls to the top of your shoulder, its little paws grab onto the flesh of your cheek. You look into the distance, body tired from particularly nothing. Refusing to move, the cat took its time inspecting you. You think you’ll let the animals eat your rotten body.

“Watch the hair buddy.” The cat responds by meowing loudly in your ear. you’re a Disney princess now.

How many times have you been put into the woods as a setting? Your mind has begun to remember past stories. Slowly but surely. Everyone you have met, and all the pain you’ve endured. You can feel your spirit drifting away. Speaking about death, what would have happened if you died in these stories…

More animals surround you, a deer is munching on your shoe while birds lay on the top of your head. You wave your hand around, but it does little to startle the animals who let you have space instead. They peer at you with their googly black eyes. You put up a serious face, staring down at the cat lying between your legs.

But you lost, a smile cracking at the fat cheeks and big eyes staring back at you. You felt a bit better now. Animals are usually scared of things larger than them, but the story was different from your world in some way. You sit back up, checking your surroundings as the animals go back to grazing around.

Maybe by taking a stroll you’ll remember what story you’re in now. Stretching your limbs, you sigh to yourself before heading down south. You’re clearly lost with no trail or road in sight. The cat follows suit.

“You can’t hope along, buddy. You’ll be roasted before the night even starts.” It yowls at you angrily, swiping its claws at the bottom of your shoes.

Guess you have a little companion.

Walking felt like minutes but having a whole conversation with your new friend were hours. In fact, you were so busy with your conversation you didn’t notice you entered a small town. Little people walking by, paying no mind to your arrival. A town of the dead, no one was foe or allies. Let’s go back a bit.

The story wasn’t that scary, classical if you say so yourself. Starting off in a small town that had the people locking their doors and avoiding the towns library. A story had been told of a knight who served this very town for his people, but instead of the respect and praises he was outcasted and murdered. His body was left to rot into the earth as the town grew, buried under the library they made into a sanctuary of freedom. So much for that.

As you enter the town there should’ve been a tour bus visiting. The reason it was classic was the fact the people in on it were reckless and made bad decisions. They made the library into their own party, the residents there leaving them to their own devices. If you think about it now it could’ve been a cult in the making.

The gray cat meows behind you, the tinkling noise of its collar snapping you out of thought. You bend down to scratch the fluff of its ears, you now just noticed a collar hidden underneath all the fur and fat.

Grim.

He nips at your finger, dragging it with an unknown amount of force. Reluctantly, you follow. Little steps as you’re pulled by the side and away from the road. You couldn’t hear the shuffles of your feet, or the sound of tires stopping until it was seven feet within range. The bus missed your body for a split second, the tires screeching to stop.

You looked dazed. How did you not hear that metal hunk coming at you? Grim jumps into your arms, holding him close like a child as you find the strength to continue walking. Glaring at the people exiting the busted bus.

“I can’t get sued for this...whose willing to bury a body?”

“I’m not dead dipshit.” A below of screams made your eardrums ring. Grim yowls in anger to make it worse.

Too many people to count. All holding their phones and bags for the “party” they were about to throw. The bus driver sweats nervously at you, holding out his hands in defense.

“J-joke?” You stare at him. “We’ll make it up to you! You can have the food without paying!” A murmur of grumbles and groans came from behind him, you raise a brow to think.

Grim paws at your cheek at the mention of free food. You sigh before agreeing. You didn’t have any money with you at the moment, so entering a party they were raiding and benefiting off sounded great.

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No one was willing to fix the bus, a big mistake on their part. They paid a load of cash to the librarian, the inside was like from a fantasy book. Thousands of books and and staircases to more, you were disappointed knowing the popular spot for tourists are using it for their own gain.

With Grim in your arms, you take the time to look for books. Each cover rich with history and beautiful designs. You were impressed. Grim leaps out of your hold, prancing around the area as you follow behind. You stop by the food table, wrapped in tinfoil and spoons to scoop. They did say it was free of charge.

You grab Grim before he decided to jump and dig in, placing back down as you grab two plates. Various of fried food, dips, veggies, and meat whiffed in your face. You’re not that hungry, but it wouldn’t hurt to eat a little.

You might have over fed him, but he looks happy. Laying on your lap as he dozes off, you’re reading a book about the history of the pumpkin knight. Intrigued as everything around you was never there. Your eyes scan through every letter and sentence, each one had you squirming in your seat.

Sacrifices, blue flames, and so much torture. Good thing your stomach could handle the graphic details. You were right about the cult thingy. The book was hidden far in the back and away from the others, some pages were ripped or burnt.

Petting Grim’s bulging stomach, you kept skimming through books after books. There had to be an answer of the world you’re in, or maybe a clue for you.

“The party is all set up now, the guests should arrive any minute now!” You feel a little bad.

Shrugging, you continue your search down farther aisles. Until you face a eerie door with a sign attached to it; employees only. No one was around. It wouldn’t hurt to look.

Turning the handle, you peek head first, the room having only a single light bulb down the corridor. Shelves of boxes upon boxes in the way as you walked in. You can hear a machine wiring making noises in a room. A blue light shines underneath the door.

This wasn’t a part of the story, you’re letting yourself be exposed to danger. But the more you lean in, the warmth of the room consumes you. Stepping into the room which was unlocked, your eyes lock with a figure in dark uniform. Wires are plugged under his armor, his crackling blue hair brightening the room. 

You don’t think you were supposed to see that. Entranced, you forget your logical thinking and decided to inspect closer. The figure was small, possibly a child if you can tell. The armor looks real and pretty sick, but what really caught your attention was the mask and clearly not normal legs it had. Your hands unintentionally reach out to touch the flaming hair that sways playfully.

“You’re not an employee.” You scream loudly and back away, the monotone voice scaring the daylights out of you.

His eyes are now wide open, yellow orbs scanning your reaction. The wires detach themselves, a gust of air fills the room. He stands before you, his height tiny as he floats in the air. That’s so fucking cool.

“How did you get those keys?” Tilting his head, he looks over your body intensely. Your body temperature has gone high at the question.

Touching the keys on your waist, you stutter out a answer. “I’m an explorer! I collect these keys for...fun..?” You didn’t sound convincing, but the boy closes his eyes as a smile.

“You collect things too? My older brother does that as well!” Oh. You get it now. That robot child is the younger brother of the monster. You should probably keep that to yourself.

“I know where the key is if you want it for your collection.” You gasp.

“My older brother has it!” You gasp louder.

Groaning in frustration, you stare at the ground dramatically. The robot boy hovers over you, his vocals humming in the air.

“Wait, can you maybe uhm. Get the key for me? I just need the key that’s all.” He squints, sighing downwards.

“My older brother is supposed to protect the key. The keys you have aren’t from here, you’re really strong you know!”

“okay...I can’t have the key then?” He nods his head. You drag your hands across your face, a prick of anger settling in.

“What if we make a deal. There must be something I can do for the key, something I can do to please your brother?” This seemed to spark an idea in his eyes.

“There is actually one.”

You stay silent.

“Be my big brothers friend! He doesn’t talk to the employees because they’re too ‘basic’. but if you be my older brothers friend than I maybe I can convince him to give you the key!” You’re a good person. However, you wanted to strangle this thing.

Holding out your pinky, you stare dead in the eyes at him. “Pinky promise to tell him not to kill me?” He grips your pinky with his, “Promise!”

You suggested to stay in the room you were in, not wanting to bother the slaughtering being done outside. Somehow Grim made his way to find you, Ortho, the robot child who finally told you his name, left to aid his brother. You think the plan you had was a bad idea. Petting Grim who lays by your side contently.

Sitting around for minutes on end, you should start looking for the mirror. Standing up, you leave the room and head further down the hallway. Grim meows loudly behind you, he doesn’t stop meowing until you found the last door ending the hallway.

The mirror sits with a row of candles lit, it doesn’t swirl of magic like it should. You can feel your stomach drop. Why wasn’t the mirror swirling? Your hands touch the mirror, nothing. It’s cold and pitiful.

He won’t stop meowing. You can’t hear anything else but the pulse of your bloodstream making its way to your ears. Even when a hand grips you by the back of your hair and smashes it against the mirror, a large crack.

You lay on the floor, body gone limp as Grim yowls and pounces at the intruder. Several more people enter the room, all wearing robes messily tied. Grim wildly scratches at the face of the assaulter, he’s fast for a fat cat. Sucking in a breath, you blink to avoid the blood seeping into your eyes. You can make out a couple of words from the hooded people along the lines of “dead” and “the chosen one.”

Someone grabs you by the shoulder as you stand, causing you to backhand them in the face. Gasps and yells are pointed at you, you pick up a metal pole from underneath a open box and swing at the next person reaching for you. The look of flesh hitting metal wasn’t pretty, but you couldn’t hear the squishing sounds of blood and bones breaking. All you could hear was his meowing.

Grim is thrown on the floor, kicked in the back and sent with all the boxes. His cry has you gripping the metal pole in your hand tighter, biting your cheek until you tasted metal. With every blink one falls, dropping to the floor as you continue to smash the pole down to their heads.

You can’t hear his meows.

Dropping the pole, you ignore the blood staining your hands and clothes. Searching through the boxes for that cat. Your hands meet fur as you hold onto him in your arms. His body is still warm and breathing.

You didn’t think anyone could survive from a head injury. Someone puts you in a choke hold before wrapping their hands around your throat. But you can hear Grim’s meows again, it’s quiet and soft. Not the sound of your choking, or the struggle to breath for air as you claw your hands at the assaulter.

One breath, two. Until you’re wheezing for air, the pressure on your neck gone. Staring up with blurry eyes, the man on top of you is restrained in a hug; not able to move his arms as his legs are glued between you. Drips of his saliva drops on your face, until a cough of blood and a popped out eye surprises you. Flinching, you made sure your mouth wasn’t open at the time.

He’s dropped by the side. Ortho pats your cheeks a couple of time.

“You can’t die yet! We made a promise!” You make confused noises, more concerned for Grim who crawls over to you.

Glancing to the side, you can see a very tall figure by the door, his face covered by a carved pumpkin. His body is stiff when you make eye contact with him.

“Why can’t I just kill them now Ortho?”

“No! I made a deal that they’ll be your new friend, you can’t stay in the employees room all the time.” He groans in annoyance, metal gear clanking the ground as he kneels beside you. 

This time, he seems interested. With a pumpkin over his head stopping you from seeing his face, you knew he was looking at the keys on your waist.

“So those losers either gave up their key or lost to you. Heehee, that’s a bummer.” If you could, that pumpkin head would be gone right now.

“But, I’ll give you credit. Not everyday I see someone as OP as you. You gotta be cheating the system if you passed against Leona and Vil.” The names have your body spring into action, sitting up quickly that you bump your head into his.

Both of you cry in pain, rubbing your forehead as a key flings in the air. Ortho catches it before you. He gives you a glare and points at his brother.

“Sorry, sorry. Um, well. I’m [Name}... I like cats?” He makes an excited noise before clearing his throat. Ortho stares intently behind him.

“Idia. My name is Idia, I also like cats..” He glances at the cat beside, arms already reaching out to grab the large feline. He avoids meeting you in the eye, his hand scratches Grim’s back. 

“Idia pay attention!”

“I don’t have anything else to say...they’re marked like some savaged meat don’t you think that’s scary...” You glance around the room awkwardly. 

“You can’t just say that, it’s mean!” Idia scoffs. “They smell of normies! I don’t want to smell like that for a month!! I refuse to do this.” You raise your hand to grab the arm he was holding Grim.

“TAKE THE DAMN KEY. WERE BESTIES, DONE. ORTHO LET’S GO BACK!!” He pounces at Ortho for the key, clutching Grim under his arm. Ok, you don’t stink that bad.

The key is thrown at your face, silver handle with blue and black gems regarding a skull design at the top. The two tussle on the floor, Ortho mostly yelling at Idia for playing dirty. The cracked mirror swirls.

You take one good look at Grim before tackling Idia to the floor, hugging the two tight. His gear was uncomfortable at the touch, but you make quick smooches on Grim’s head. Idia lets out a loud squeal at the contact of your body on his, stunned to the core as he lays on the floor with a meowing Grim. Steam and blue-pink fire burning his pumpkin head off, showing his sickly but handsome face.

The fire of his hair seemed to burn you this time, but you couldn’t feel the pain it should’ve bring. Gross, your skin looks weird now.

You run up to the mirror, hand reaching at the warmth of magic touching the tips of your finger. The burn mark still crackles with fire.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud x reader

[grizzersmamma]

Revival | Fae AU

A/N: Quick little intro fic for one of my fae characters. It's only about 500 words long, so a real quick read. Based on the CoD AU penned by the lovely @ghouljams (thank you so much for letting me play around in your AU!). No CoD characters in this part, sadly, I'm just setting my girl up so y'all get a feel for her vibes~

Warnings: Minor Gore, Animal Death.

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

Next

Blood trickles languidly from the tips of obsidian claws, disturbing the surface of the pond water below. You watch it in silence, hypnotised by the rhythmic dripping and how the sound of the splashing from it fills the air. The ancient trees above stand frozen in time, branches curling around the clearing like the grizzled fingers of the creature before you. Containing you. Creeping closer from the corner of your eyes.  

Neither bird nor animal is to be heard, save the dying wheezes of the poor beast before you.  

A hole is nestled within the young doe’s chest, its body still twitching weakly. A sacrifice, you had been told, to strengthen the magic you had begged for so sweetly. It makes you sick to watch the innocent animal writhe in agony, the sound of each laboured breath whistling out through the gaping wound and into the clearing.  

The monster before you holds within its hands a beating heart, still warm and drooling the animal’s life blood. You had thought it a beautiful young woman at first, disbelieving the tales of a wicked monster deep within the woods, but the light of the full moon revealed the creature for what it truly was. Your eyes cannot perceive her, sliding away from the eyes (what colour were they? What shape? Why do you struggle to recall?) and back toward the coal-stained limbs and talon-esque nails.  

The body of the deer at your feet thrashes, a nauseating cracking sound and the noise of something tearing. Yet nothing can prepare you for the unholy screaming that follows.  

You want to see, to gaze upon the magic occurring just below your nose, but your sight is drawn only to the organ clasped now between both of the woman’s hands as she whispers strange words to it. The heart is thundering rapidly, seemingly close to bursting from the swiftness by which it pounds. “Do not look, child,” a voice coos, from where you are uncertain. Even if you tried, you can’t look, can’t turn to watch, even as the screaming turns from the pained bellowing of an animal to the wailing of- 

A child.  

Your younger brother blinks up at you, eyes distant, but no longer unseeing. He is pale, as pale as the day he was taken by the plague, but he breathes deep. Alive. Awoken from his eternal rest.  

But as you look towards the woman again, she still clutches the beating heart within her grasp. “Our agreement has been fulfilled,” she whispers, tucking the organ into her coat pocket. Without further comment she leaves whence she came, drifting between the deformed branches of rotting trees and into the nothingness beyond.

You try to forget how the clearing, once filled with life is now barren and decaying.  

You try to forget how your little brother’s eyes seem to glint now in the moonlight.  

You try to forget the small pieces of corpse that remain where the deer’s body once was.  

And most of all, you try to forget why they call her the Fleshsmith.  

#writing #original character #fae folk #magic #the fleshsmith

[kate-m-art]

Been forever since I've shared anything for my cryptid blorbs so yeahhh ajskdl some sketches of Link and Zel, concepts for skvader blupees and reimagining of majoras mask keatons, and one with tiny Link and his pa ♡ Was looking through old posts the other day and don't think I've shared any backstory for these guys so akdkf I'll put some under the cut TvT

So uhh forget how much I've said but basic concept for the AU and why Link and Zel are monsters is because they were given too much power from their patron goddesses (Nayru for Zelda and Farore for Link.) Mortal Hylian bodies weren't created to possess divine power and being touched by it in such a raw state warped them.

Setting for the AU is the downfall timeline, when the goddesses seem distant and most all monsters are seen as evil and dangerous. Friendly Zora are a thing of the past, Goron's are scarce, and the sight of monsters and creatures near a village fills it with fear.

Link grew up in this kind of small village. His family never had much but they made it day to day and were all very close. Link's the oldest of 4 and has 3 younger sisters who all love him a lot. He's close with all of them, but especially the youngest, Avalina, who he's sort of taken under his wing. Link is very fond of music and pretty skilled with his ocarina, something he picked up from his dad (who taught him everything he knows.) The guys never been the most comfortable with words, he has a mild stutter, but his music speaks where he struggles to. It's something he would have loved to pursue further but since his dad passed, he's felt responsible for his ma and sisters and had been working really long hours to do his best making sure they're taken care of.

Things changed for him as word started spreading about rising monster attacks through the kingdom. Links village was so remote and he was so caught up in day to day life he didn't pay the rumors much mind, just continued working himself thin and stealing away to the forest outside the village occasionally for solitude and a few moments to lose himself in his music and clear his head. He probably should have been paying more attention though because one night, deep in the forest, alone, and where no one could hear him scream he was attacked by moblins. As he was lying on the brink of death, Farore intervened. She's the most impulsive of her sisters, and as goddess of the forests, life and winds she had taken notice of Link, his gentle soul and appreciation of her work. She couldn't stand the thought of him being lost so young and breathed life back into him. It came at a cost though, Links hylian body couldn't handle such direct contact from the goddess and when he came to,, he didn't recognize what he'd become as an amalgamation of the goddesses power. Deer features from forest life, wings that could master the winds, his own face and hands intact to keep the ability to play, and the mark of the goddess seared onto his forehead so anyone could see she'd claimed him as her own.

Link couldn't stand the thought of his loved ones seeing him alive this way and figured they were better off assuming he'd passed so they could move on. Ashamed of what he had become, he resigned himself to his fate of being tied to the forest, another one of the lost woods' enchanted creatures.

Zelda's plight is a bit different. Her parents both passed when she was young and the kingdom is waiting for her to come of age to be queen. She's done her best to prepare for the role, learning all she can from within her palace under strict supervision. She could tell though that her advisors, regents, and the kingdom at large viewed her as young and weak. With word of growing unrest in the kingdom and rumors about the return of an ancient evil, she knew she needed to establish herself before her position and Hyrule as a whole crumbled. She prayed endlessly to her patron goddess, and eventually her pleas for blessing, strength and wisdom were granted but not in the way she was hoping. After much consideration, knowing it would come at a steep cost, the goddess of wisdom and waters gave in and began to give the princess an abundance of her power.

Like Link though, Zelda got more than she asked for; she began to notice more and more changes, shortness of breath and thirst giving way to scales and gills. With growing panic she started to realize if she didn't act fast, if too many caught on to what was happening to her, everything she had worked for to try to establish herself and gain her castle and kingdoms trust would be for nothing.

#loz cryptid au #cryptid au #Zelda au #Oc link #Oc zelda #Mermaid zelda #Loz au #Backstory time #I guess finally TvT #Little nervous to share everything but really want to at the same time so akskdkfk #putting it out there I guess #I just care them both so much and like #Ye #*holds gently* #If you guys take the time to read all this then like akskdkdk #Hope you like them okay too ♡ #Love you all hope you're having a good day akdkfk

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Turkey Hunt

Quick imagine before November ends.

Killmonger x Reader

You're a black girl and a hiker with incredible stamina and a love for the great outdoors. Born and raised in the south, you know your guns. You were raised riding 4-wheelers and on the back of pick-up trucks. You've been hunting rabbit and deer since you could walk.

On the flipside, your California-born partner Erik learned about guns through his gang and military involvement. He's a US Navy veteran who has been a shooter since he was young for different reasons but y'all leave that past in the past. Right now, you share a love for the great outdoors, hiking, and hunting.

Since it's November and nearly Thanksgiving, the two of you decide to go on a turkey hunt.. The intent being wholesome holiday fun. You both plan to take this turkey home, clean it, dress it, and deep fry it.

So here you both are, you've got your hunting licenses and there's a place in Tidewater that does fall turkey hunting. There's a lot of forestry and acres. Tons of space of run and chase these turkeys. Lots of wild turkeys to find and time to do it...

The only drawback is that it's really redneck and everyone out there is some type of Trump supporting hick. It's pretty obvious they dont want you and Erik there though they don't say the words. Part of you worries for your safety out there in the forest with the cover of trees and rednecks with guns.. but you and Erik don't scare easy and you both came out to have some fun in nature, hunting. So screw 'em.

You both get your shotguns and your rounds, your tent and your boots, your packs and everything else you might need. You head out there in Tidewater, hiking through the woods together to track some wild turkeys through the woods.

Once it seems that the other hunters in the woods are staying away from you both and you're not in each other's way.. You're safe.. Your competitive natures spark up and you decide to make the turkey hunt a competition. Maybe you'll kill two turkeys and roast one.. fry the other.

The two of you split up.

You've got your eye on this big juicy looking puffed up turkey that's in your sights but a loud agonizing yell distracts you and the turkey spooks, getting away.

You're pissed but now you're wondering who that was out there yelling and scaring away the turkeys! You start walking through the forest and catch a glimpse of a few turkeys but they're quick and you don't aim quick enough to safely hit one.

Then you hear a high pitched scream and it sounds like a lady is screaming bloody murder like something bad happened over there, far in the distance.

Now you're concerned and thinking about retreating back through the woods in search of safety. You also want to find Erik and get out of there.

There's a third scream and a fourth yell. You're running now, steady with your shotgun up and alert, hyper-aware of every sound and every crack of wood. Every rustling of leaves is a threat.

You point your shotgun every time you hear something. Then you trip over something on the ground and nearly fall. It's a fresh body, some redneck who has just been shot and his blood is on the leaves. He's not dead, but he's got minutes. He's not gonna make it. He can't even talk. You don't scream or stay, you keep moving. Now you really gotta find Erik and get out of there.

You hear the sound of a shot in the distance and switch directions for another way to get back to where y'all originally started hiking.

You trip over another dying body and she grabs your leg but you shake her off and stop her ass.

Then you see Erik through the trees and he has his gun up and aimed at you until you yell his name out. It's like he wakes up out of a stupor and looks around remembering where he is and what he's there for. He lowers the shotgun a d walks toward you.

"Shit," he mumbles, looking at the body in the dirt. "Flashback.. Iraq..," he looks up confused. "We're not in Iraq..."

"Gah-dammit Erik," you sigh pulling him along. "Let's just go before a lynch mob comes after us. Did you at least hit a turkey before you kirked out?"

"You know I don't really remember?"

"Well here," you lift his gun back up. There's one right down that hill. Kill it so we can go."

You watch him aim but instead of hitting the turkey, he hits another figure in the trees that you hadn't seen. It's a person and they drop in the distance. You rub down your face in frustration and trails the turkey with the barrel of the gun as it takes off, shooting it.

"Go get the damn Turkey," you point aggressively watching his run and slide purposely down the hill to get the bird. He stands over the person's dead body and shoots it once more like a double tap and while you stomp whisper-yelling for him to bring his ass on.

He jogs up the hill with the dead turkey and puts his free arm around your shoulders leading you from the forest. Meanwhile you're still pissed.

"Another flashback?" You glare at him and he nods.

"It's something about being out here that triggers my PTSD. I keep clicking out."

You don't mention it but you remember he aimed that shotgun at you too and if you hadn't spotted him you'd have been dead too.

"Do I have to worry about you," you ask, but he frowns and shakes his head and you just focus on getting out of the woods.

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #erik killmonger imagine #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger x black reader #killmonger fic #erik killmonger x reader #king killmonger #killmonger fanfiction

[st311ar]

Cryptid!Morro (ish) designs

An unnamed Cryptid species that lives in the regional park of Ninjago, maybe even deep into the mountains. it’s ears are torn and bitten as if it’s first body was eaten or torn by bugs and animals. It seared pelts from rabbits to grisly-bears all over its body, and bears tallon-like claws to help it climb or latch into the ground bellow.

it’s face never moves, weather water be falling from its eyes or what.

do not listen to the screams in the dead of night. Your friend is asleep next to you. They were never outside.

The creature has been prone to devouring and mimicking humans, but if you see a deer with pure white horns you DO NOT look it in the eyes.

it’s fur is not its own.

be quiet. Though it’s ears are torn and bitten, it hears everything In a mile radius.

Do not send a flare for help. It is too late for you.

the creature has been sighted hanging from trees with its back facing the ground, somehow defying gravity. It’s like a parasite within its own body, if you look closely at the legs, you can see what looks like fleshy vains. Those are extra limbs the creature can use against its prey, or for climbing trees. Even to get a vantage point. These legs are compareable to that of a wood crawlers, but somehow they never make scars on the creatures legs.

it has a long neck, and wears its own dead body as a main skin suit, though the body is still functional. The origin of the creature is still unknown, though the rangers therorise it came from an abbandoned monestary over a mountain.

if you can, collect the skins of deer that look to have been bitten into In the stomach, so we here at the park can collect DNA samples of the creatures parasitic side.

ONLY THE SKINS.

Codename: Morro (gotten from ‘tomorrow’ and ‘more’ as its hunger is insatiable there is more animals to loose)

#Cryptid!Morro #yes the preeminent is a pop culture wendigo mixed with a normal one since they are supposedly the most cold-hearted of the Cryptids or Smth #More lore soon ig #morro wu #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro master of wind #f/o #oc #oc x canon

[monsterhigh-cb]

Tw: mentions of blood, hunters, passing out, severe burns, admins bad writing skills

Angst story because I like making my monsters suffer <3

Yeonjun is up first for some torture. Jk. Unless..

Also, I am not a writer. I may be an art student but I can not write for the life of me. Please don't roast me too much 🧎‍♀️

It was nearing five in the morning, and Yeonjun was still wide awake. Vampires don't need much sleep. Yeonjun still tries to sleep once in a while as it helps replenish his energy. He typically can fall asleep easily, but this night, he couldn't. He assumed that it was because there was a blood moon.

Yeonjun decided that he was going to go on a walk, hoping the cool air would help him relax. Yeonjun did not check the time as he was preapring to leave the castle. The sun would rise in about an hours time.

The small vampire throws on his typical pink attire. He grabbed a light pink hoodie along with matching pink sweat pants. Once dressed, he finally steps out of the large gates of Draculas castle. The was immediately met with cool wind. Yeonjun spreads his arms out, enjoying the fresh air.

He heads out to his favorite spot in the forest. It was a small garden with a few benches. It sat in the middle of the forest, which is where he was headed. Though, Yeonjun failed to realize that it was hunting season. The woods just outside his home were filled with wildlife. This caused hunters everywhere visit the area in hopes of finding deer. It wasn't uncommon to find a dead bunny or two laying on the ground.

And that is what happened. Yeonjun found a dead bunny laying just a little ways away from the main walking past. The sight of blood made him cringe and get light-headed. Despite being a vampire, blood scares him.

Yeonjun starts to sway in his spot as he looks anywhere else to get his mind off of what he just saw. He fails doing so as he comes crashing down to the ground, out cold.

"Come on! He has to be over here somewhere!" Hongjoong yells in a panic. Hongjoong, Taehyung, and Hyunjin were out in the same woods trying to find their vampire friend. They all have been trying to message and call him all day. They knew something was wrong when they didn't get a reply for three hours. Yeonjun typically replies fast, so this was strange to them.

"There he is!" Hyunjin points out to the pink vampire laying out in the walkway. They were able to find him due to sharing their locations with each other. The three monsters ran towards their pink friend. Yeonjun was steaming and burning badly as it was in the middle of the day, and the sun was out.

Yeonjun's clothes had burned chars and holes in it due to his unusual high body heat. "He looks like shit-" Taehyung mumbles, as he picks up Yeonjun.

"What do we do? I've never dealt with a crispy vampire." Hyunjin shakes his head, starting to check out Yeonjuns badly burnt skin. "Let's go to the castle. His dad should know what to do." Hongjoong suggests as the three run off to the vampiric home.

Yeonjun wakes up with a groan of pain. His eyes slowly blink open, looking up at his friends surrounded around him. "What happened?" He mumbles, wincing and whimpering at any small move.

"Yeonjun.. you have third-degree burns everywhere.. you were barely alive when we found you." Taehyung explains, helping the vampire sit up.

Yeonjun let's out a scream, shocking the three around him. "My clothes are dirty!" He covers his mouth as tears form in his eyes. "Jesus fuck you scared me-" Hyunjin dramatically rests his hand over his heart. "I thought I hurt you." Taehyung winces and covers his ears. Hongjoong helps lay Yeonjun back down.

"Junnie- you nearly dyed, and you're worried about your clothes?" Hongjoong asks, which earns him a nod from Yeonjun.

THE END

Yeonjun will be on bed rest for a while until he heals. He has some pretty severe burns and is constantly smoking from it.

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[mortejchjo]

Camped

Within

Woodlands

Camped within woodlands surrounded by the things you brought, yourself and you.

Total solace from the outside world. Relying on noone new.

Fire made from scratch with only your abilities you well knew.

Shelter stood up tall with poles and ropes to keep you safe. As it grew,

Sleepingbags went under knotted poles to floor the ground in full lieu

Of the leaves. Next to your post, rested a bag of tools you've been used.

Holding hammers and untensil knifes to make from cups to canoes.

Set away far in the corner tent, the first aid kit was hung strewn.

Out beyond the flap, collected logs were drying out for nightfuel.

On a rotten log, you sat with nature; her eyes shut and withdrewn.

-

Striking fearful glares, the woodmazes allowed two lights to peer 'round

Floating from some feet away they stabilized themselves like strong mounts.

Lusted, those snoweyes were locked in place in your location unbound.

Eyes of beasts and animals have base intent layered behind sounds.

But, the eyes here meant to stare at prey, its tongue kept close and mouthbound

Blanched, the eyes raised high to gain vantage above man's height and stared down.

All the trip has been reversed from then, to followed prey and veiled hound.

Even with moonlights affixed on point, some woods like to confound

Real and fake. Yet consciousness screams towards your frozen soul that's earthbound,

That it should not trust those orbs of snow to inch and travel more ground.

-

Darting left to right you try to find some means to flee and escape.

It's confusing. Everything looks like the same path and the same shape.

Given how those eyes are far-off still, it must've stalked you four days,

Only now this dread, beclouded from its distance, is on display.

If the eyes stalked you, then can you leave? Escape seems taken by fate.

This domain's not yours. Your mind is shocked, and starts to raise your heart rate,

Breathing shortens, muscles tighten. Seconds pass by, but you both wait.

Light becomes more visible from dilating eyes that are 'fraid.

Added with moonlight that's piercing clouds, illuminating awake

Horrid scenes and what they constitue from. Sights you plead to mis-take.

-

Silver light explores the creature: it resembling a tall deer.

Some unsightly deer that stood up with its own hindlegs like thin spears,

Ending with flat hooves of mother does supporting up your lost fear.

Metalwhite light shows the beast's hooved hands beside his sides. It's shown clear

Parts of bone were shown like stuck out jagged knifes. Blanched mirrors.

Compassing moonfog alludes more mystery from eyes and your ears.

Fear had struck you. Leaking your fear. Dripping filled tears

On the leaves. Darkness had gave it humanoid outlines and features.

Now however, light has gave its silhouette shape of a seeker.

"Guardian" it's titled, fending off invaders by means of fear.

-

Seeing white windows reflect moonlight will set you in a goattrance,

Paralyzing you with panic laced despair, shot off by one glance.

Through its stalwart presence, corners your space. Leaving you no chance

For escape. Looming behind a tree, it stood there. No advance.

This abhorrency did not breath. Still was its chest, nor did it expand.

Not a single cloud of vapor from its boned nostrils left and ran.

Only echoed beats of your heartbeat was piercing air like straight lances.

Seeing half this beast alone was hard to believe and to understand

Like a short story, the outcome's predetermined. Fate took her stance.

Both your lips were sealed, forbade to shriek. You were now in its hands.

#spoktoberpoetry #poetry #poems #poem #poems and poetry #artists on tumblr #my poetry #horror #forest #scary #literature #rhyme #rhythm #shrieked #trochaic #spondaic #dizain #tetrameter #allegory #Day 1

[frutavel]

Diversity win! The cryptid terrorizing your neighbourhood is trans!

#blabbles #this is about rust skdjoss #the deer that's not a deer has been sighted screaming in the woods #oc:cinnarust

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: D&D Part 4

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

Alien DM: The paladins finally catch you in the woods; their anger towards you for stealing their relic will only be soothed by your death. Human Druid: I turn into a deer. Alien: But you are in clear line of sight, they will know it is you. Human Druid: I know. *rolls* Alien DM: Okay, so you have successfully turned into a deer, but the paladins know it is you. Alien DM: They draw their swords and move close to you. Human Druid: They can’t touch me. Alien DM: ….why is that? Human Druid: Because it is illegal for anyone but the lord of the land to touch deer. Human Druid: And because I am in the form of a deer the paladins cannot touch me in anyway or else they are breaking the law, which in turn means they can’t be paladins anymore. Alien DM: You son of a- -------------------------------

Alien DM: The final battle is won, but as the cheers die down you find your lord is wounded. Human Cleric: I wish to cast a spell on him for his injuries. *Rolls die* Alien DM: Okay, it looks like you passed. Alien DM: What spell are you casting? Human Cleric: Touch of evil. Alien DM: In his current state that might kill him, how will that help them? Human Cleric: I never said it would. Alien DM: But you’re a cleric! Human Cleric: And I never said which god I prayed to. Human Cleric: Payback time for all those damn fetch quests. ----------------------------- *At a busy inn* Human Rogue: *Comes back with drinks for group* Alien Wizard: What’s the occasion? Human Rogue: My way of thanking you for teaching me some magic. Human Paladin: What magic did you learn? Human Rogue: True Polymorph. Alien Wizard: You never did say why you wanted to learn that. Human: Oh yeah; it was to turn my victims into gold coins. *Pause* Human Paladin: And why did you want to turn- *Commotion at the bar as a stack of dead bodies suddenly appears behind the counter* *Patrons start screaming and calling for the guards* Human Rogue: To frame people for my crimes. ----------------------------- Alien Warrior: Why are humans so eager to make pacts with godlike entities for power? Alien Warrior: Could you not go to a school and learn it? Human Warlock: The ego of a supernatural being is nothing compared to the ego of someone learning magic. Human Warlock: Any time a student open their mouths it sounds like a room full of chainsaws. ------------------------------ Human DM: After your lengthy investigation you have confirmed that there is indeed a vampire in the town, but you still do not know who. Alien Wizard: There are too many people for us to check one by one. Alien Artificer: If we have the cleric bless some of the town water, then anytime the vampire drank the water to keep up their act they would become hurt. Human cleric: I can do that. *Next day* Human DM: As you awake from your sleep at the local inn you find that everyone in the town has died. Alien Wizard: The vampire new we were on to them! Human DM: Actually the cleric’s blessing was for their dark god, which in turn poisoned everyone that drank the water. Alien Artificer: Why would you do that!? Human Cleric: Again, you did not ask which god I pray to. Human cleric: I make warlocks look like bitches with the offerings I’m handing up to my god. -------------------------------- Alien DM: The orc warchief emerges from his tent, the skulls of his victims hanging from his belt clinking together with each stride he- Human Rogue: I throw a flask at him! Alien DM: You sure you don’t want to wait to hear what he says? Human Rogue: No. Alien DM: Ok, what’s in the flask? Human Rogue: Slime. Alien DM: Like, grease? Human Rogue: No, an actual slime monster. Human Rogue: I scooped one up in the last cave encounter. Alien DM: You’re telling me you’ve been holding on to a creature that melts living beings with deadly acid inside a flask on your person for the last three days? Human Rogue: Best life threatening investment I’ve ever made. ----------------------------------- Alien Artificer: Here cleric, I made you some armor. Human cleric: Why thank you. *Dons armor* Alien Artificer: AHA! Alien Artificer: You just put on my special magical armor which forbids you from committing any evil acts from now on! Human cleric: So you won’t release me unless I do what you say? Alien Artificer: Exactly! Alien Artificer: What do you have to say now? Human Cleric: Oh paladin! Human Paladin: *Walks over* Human Cleric: *Points are Artificer* This artificer has trapped me in this magic suit of armor for practicing my faith and won’t let me out unless I follow their commands. Human Paladin: You vile scum! *Draws sword* Alien Artificer: *Looks at Cleric* You sly son of a bitch. --------------------------- Bandit: Give us your money bag or we’ll gut you. Human Wizard: You saw that I can shoot lightning from my fingers and you want to mug me with a rusty knife? Bandit: Last chance. Alien Rogue: Oh no, they are too powerful. *Hands bag over* Here, take it; just don’t hurt us. Human Wizard: What the fuck man? Bandit: *Takes bag* Wise move. Bandit: *Opens it and reaches in for contents* Bandit: *Immediately eaten by bag* Human Wizard: You gave them the bag of devouring didn’t you? Alien Rogue: Indeed I did, and it was most enjoyable. Alien Rogue: I have learned why you humans enjoy being rogues so much now. Human Wizard: I am both joyful and scared of what your future now holds for you.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #funny #dnd #d&d

[tenthgrove]

Blood and Passion, Chapter I

La Squadra x Reader Fic, Vampire AU

You weren’t sure if moving to the countryside could really help after that horrible year, but in moments like this you couldn’t be more glad it’s what you chose. Exploring the forest is fun- you feel like an adventurure from by-gone days and there isn’t a person who could force you back to reality. You only finished unpacking yesterday and already you couldn’t help but go on a hike, not when these woods must stretch for miles around, such beautiful tall conifers mixed with leafy oaks. You chose the best season to arrive. The fauna are abundant as well, birds and deer and rabbits all hopping around amongst the undergrowth. Next time, you’ll have to bring food.

It is said, that this forest holds a great amount of history, though nobody is sure exactly what. You certainly hadn’t seen anything of note on your journey. Not until this.

In front of you is a stone wall. It is a thin, eroded segment, only about a meter across and a couple high, but the stray stones on the ground around it suggest it once surrounded something substantial. What you’d like to know, is what that something was. A church would be your first thought, but in woods this dense you can’t imagine there was ever a village anywhere near here. A fort would seem more likely. Or… a castle?

But that would be ludicrous. If there had been a castle here you would know about it by now.

You continue onwards. You consider resting on the fallen log beside you but judging by the identical one up ahead, there are tons across this trail. Your eyes stay fixed on the eroded wall. It causes you to miss sight of the rock right in front of you.

“Aah!” you shriek, stumbling for balance as your left food skids along the dirt. You manage to stand upright and brush yourself off, breathing out in relief. You almost got a face full of mud there.

Then you notice something unnerving. About 15 meters ahead of you is a skid mark in the dirt, a few feet in front of the fallen log that matches the one you just passed. You look at the mark, and the rock next to it, and the mark you just left. Your mark looks exactly the same. You draw a line in the dirt with the edge of your shoe and a matching one appears ahead. Very, very unnerving.

Come to think of it, the view ahead of you is in every way identical to the view behind, save for that stone wall.

There’s no way you’re continuing down this path, but there can’t be any harm in climbing up the wall for a better view. You hurry towards it and scramble up the jagged rocks to its top. Now, you’re certain. Everything forward of the wall is an exact mirror of everything behind it. You should go home and leave whatever this bizarre place is be, but morbid curiosity has overtaken you. You reach your hand forward, into the other side of the reflection.

“AAHH!”

The scream of panic is muffled by a loud tone as your hand disappears into a void. You try to lurch back but only end up knocking yourself forward as your feet struggle on the rocks they are perched on. You squeeze your eyes shut as you fall off the wall, into the void. The last thing you register is a flash of all-consuming brightness.

But then you wake up. First instinct forces you to check your limbs, and luckily enough they’re all there. You’re alive, and by all accounts, unharmed. A thick grass surrounds you, very unlike the sort growing in the forest, but next to you the wall still stands as before. You lean on it to pull yourself up, and look around.

You’re in a field. A field that didn’t exist before. But that isn’t the strangest part. In front of you in its centre stands a giant, glimmering castle, turrets touching the sky and stained-glass reflecting the light in wonderful colours. You feel your legs buckle. This can’t be real.

You look behind you and see a wide entrance to the path you just left. There is no ambiguity here, if this field were really here you would have seen it. Let alone this enormous castle. Maybe that fall did kill you after all. You think you might be sick.

You walk around the castle, scared to look away from it as though it might start chasing you. In your periphery you can see multiple other segments of stone wall marking the boundary between the field and the forest. So is that like the gateway? Why are you even trying to rationalise this?! Either way, it’s nothing like the inner wall, which is twice as tall and perfectly formed. At its front is a large gatehouse sporting an impressive portcullis. It’s firmly shut. You can’t see any mechanism for it to close from the outside.

But the real wonder is the keep itself. The more you look at it the stranger it becomes. Its three turrets, ungainly large for a castle of that size, are each in radically different styles. First, one massively larger than the others built with the grey medieval stone of the rest of the keep. Second, an elegant tower of polished cream sandstone, intricate patterns winding up the chiselled exterior. Third, a tower of equal standing in dark brick, round windows lined neatly up the many floors. In the centre of the main body of the building is a giant, giant stain-glass window that must span at least a couple of floors. It forms a sigil of the ocean. Finally, from what you can see above the wall, there sits a small manor with white-brick, classical architecture upon the roof of the keep, surrounded by an orchard.

You look back at the entry to the woods. Maybe you are dead, or having a mental break, or stuck back in time, but maybe everything will go back to normal if you just leave the field and return through the forest. It’s worth a shot.

You take a step forward and hear a loud creaking behind you. It’s the gate.

“Well fancy that Formaggio! A mortal came to us for a change!”

Turning sharply you spot the two men who seem in no hurry to get to you. Though from their well-built physiques, and the long-bow one of them carries over-shoulder, you gather you wouldn’t have much luck running from them.

“Aww, and it’s a cute one too!”

Perhaps you might be paying more attention to their words if you weren’t so transfixed on their clothing. The one on the left, Formaggio you think, wears a crimson jacket lined with pearls. His companion, the archer, is as strangely dressed, though he doesn’t seem to be emulating the exact same era as this Formaggio His block-colour tunic is loose and almost knee-length. An elegant black satin cloak trails behind him.

“Hey…” you begin shakily. “Could you…” your own yelp cuts you off as Formaggio grabs you by the scruff, ignoring your protests as they casually drag you back towards the gate. “Hey Illuso, let’s keep this one between the two of us. There’ll barely be any blood to go around if we tell the others.”

Blood?! What do they want blood for?

… Are they vampires?

You’re screaming now and you didn’t even realise you started. You expected these men to be strong but this is insane. You’re giving it your all and they aren’t even flinching.

It must last a minute along the stony path of the courtyard before you see the basin of a fountain next to you and grip on for dear life. They pull you off with little effort, but something seems to have changed. They’ve stopped moving forward.

“Oh dear, here comes trouble,” Formaggio muses.

Descending from the steps to the gatehouse a blond man in armour drags a sword towards you. Both would seem to be made of pure gold, the armour intricately decorated with fine patterns. It takes a moment to notice the smaller one trailing him, green hair clearly dyed and what would seem to be entirely modern clothing. As he stares at you nervously the armoured man’s brows are crunched together. He looks furious.

“What in the gods did I tell you two about disturbing me during my training?! You know noise throws me off!” he chastises them. Formaggio and Illuso look at each other and shrug.

“You can’t have been very good in battle then,” the archer quips, smirking lightly.

“EXCUSE ME?!” the armed man screeches, lunging closer to them.

“Um! Excuse me I… um…” all eyes turn to the boy standing passively at the back. He stammers a little more, knuckles pressing his lips. “Did you have to bring them back alive?”

“Pesci that is hardly the issue here!” his companion chastises him. “Where did you two even find this one anyway? I didn’t know anyone needed to hunt just yet.”

“I don’t, but I’m certainly not opposed to a snack!” A new voice, boisterously loud, calls from the other direction. It comes from another newcomer leaving the keep, and this one also has company. It’s back to the period costumes with this pair, though you can’t quite place the exact date it seems renaissance. The one who just spoke has a spring to his step, as stark a contrast to the man hanging off his wrist as his cloud-white outfit is to the other man’s deathly black. There’s a third newcomer, a young man with curly blue hair, lingering in the door. “Who found it? Was it you Prosciutto?”

“No, these bastards,” the armoured one gestures. “And I’m willing to bet they were planning on not telling anyone.”

The loud one rolls his eyes.

“Oh come on!”

“Easy love,” his partner calms him. You notice this dark-haired man is the only one who doesn’t seem to openly care about you, although some of his glances might suggest he feels otherwise on the inside.

“Surely you didn’t hunt in the day! Do you have any idea how fucking reckless that is?” This newest protest comes from the one at the door, arms folded slackly as he snarls at his coven. “You know the nearest villages have had stories of vampires for decades now.”

Amongst the infighting, you decide to try and crawl away. The sun is bright and you can’t see where you’re going. You can’t see the boot as it comes down on your back.

“One of you is going to tell me what you’re arguing about this second, and who this wretch is before I kill them myself,” the voice above you commands. It goes without saying this must be their leader.

“Formaggio and Illuso found a human and don’t want to share,” someone explains, probably the one in the armour. The weight comes off of you and you’re lifted an impressive height into the air by a man who may very well be all muscle. His body blocks the sun, and you see his face, handsome and fierce. He moves white hair from his demonic eyes to appraise you better. In this horrifying moment, you can only ponder how he’s the only one of the group to have inhuman eyes.

“Well, I certainly want in. We’ll share their blood.”

There’s a groan from Formaggio and Illuso and a cheer from everyone else. You struggle fruitlessly in the tall man’s hold, but he stops the others’ frantic dashing towards you with a raise of his hand. He looks behind him.

“Melone, will you be joining us?”

Standing in the doorway of the keep is a final newcomer, as beautiful as the others though notable for the fact he has both lavender hair and a historical outfit. He’s looking at you so intently you wonder if he intends to bleed you out with his eyes alone. Melone takes a step forward, then crashes to the ground.

“SHIT!” Someone calls from the group. Several rush towards him and at some point you’re dropped. The armoured one catches you before you can crawl away and make a break for it.

The leader is tending to Melone now, his head on his lap. Melone seems to be twitching violently like he’s having some sort of fit. Those two that were holding hands look at each other worriedly.

“What’s happening Risotto?” one of them asks.

“One of his predictions I suppose. But I’ve never seen him have one this powerful,” the leader comments. Melone opens his eyes soon after. “Thank god,” Risotto sighs.

“The hell did you see?” the boy with the curly hair asks impatiently.

“Must have been big,” Illuso mutters.

Melone is still staring at you. He reaches out his hand weakly.

“Bring them closer to me first. Just do it, please.”

Prosciutto releases you, someone else drags you over. You panic, thinking he might want your blood, but Melone only brushes your wrist and sighs contentedly.

“I saw something I didn’t think possible. My gift detects a powerful innate connection between this human and all nine of us. You know I don’t like this word to describe the special links between members of our kind and members of theirs, but I think it’s apt here. This is our soulmate, for all of us.”

“All nine of us!?” Pesci’s voice cuts over the shocked gasps. “And for all of us?”

“You heard me right,” Melone smiles.

Risotto gets up. He looks at you in a way that seems to begrudge the loss of his meal, then softens. He starts to walk slowly towards the keep.

“Right, get… them inside. They can stay in one of the rooms in my chambers for the time being,” he commands.

“(Y/N),” Melone says softly. “That’s their name.”

#la squadra #la squadra x reader #blood and passion #formaggio #illuso #prosciutto #pesci #melone #ghiaccio #risotto nero #sorbet and gelato #vampire au

[dr3amofagame]

do you have any,,,post prison mute dream stuff??? or like, severely quiet, silent and obedient dream shtuff?? and the consequences thereof??? bc im reading your drabbles and i am in literal awe

aww, thank you so much !! yeah selectively mute dream post prison is absolutely a hc i love and write smtimes - it’s already been suggested in canon, and it’s super fun to play w/ in post-canon works. here’s some fluffy syndicate!dream bc gosh knows we need it after the angst that we’ve been getting 

tw: implied torture, panic attacks, trauma - all v short mentions. this one’s definitely on the lighter side! :D

“I didn’t know you knew sign.”

Dream startles, arms flying to cover his face, and the crow he had been signing at squawks angrily when it turns towards Phil. He ignores its chatter, smoothing his own flinch behind a smile, lowering his wings, bringing his hands, palms up, in front of him at his waist - this song and dance has become all too familiar in the weeks that Dream’s resided with the Syndicate, and Phil is nothing if not patient.

Slowly, the boy uncurls from where he’d huddled into himself, arms clasped firmly around his ribs like someone will try and take them from him if he doesn’t hold on tight enough (and maybe, Phil thinks, imagining the messy lattice of scars underneath Dream’s loose-fitting hoodie that he has only seen a few times since they brought him over, someone has - but those are thoughts that are better left untouched for as long as he can manage it.) Dream’s eyes raise, flick over his face, his breathing quieting down from the discordant rattle it had been, and tentatively, ever slowly, he raises his good hand in a loose fist, letting it bob up and down. Yes.

Phil settles into the armchair across from him, raising his own hands. His fingers feel clumsy, but the memories come back with more ease than he would’ve expected - I know a little. Dream’s eyes don’t quite brighten, but his shoulders fall down from where they’d been hunched up to his ears, the hand he keeps tucked to his chest trembling slightly less, and it’s as much as a win as he’s ever going to get.

The silence stretches, familiar in its awkwardness, and Phil stifles a grimace as he forces long-forgotten memories to the surface. Dream’s hands, from what little he had seen from the doorway, had practically flown as he spoke to the crow still sitting by his right side - obviously practiced even with the still-healing injuries tracing over both arms. How did you learn?

We- He hesitates, left hand trembling violently, before pushing on, we all learned with- he signs a C, then lifts his hands to his head in a sign that Phil vaguely remembers as being the one for deer. Dream must see the questions written in his expression, because his cheeks flush as he backtracks. C-A-L-L-A-H-A-N, he finger spells, and Phil nods. That makes sense.

Some of the crows in the house must have noticed Phil’s arrival, because they storm into the room from the doorway, awkwardly hopping across the door with their wings waving by their sides as they eagerly voice their displeasure at the lack of attention. He’s not in the mood to pick out the words between their angry caws, so he simply watches as they scatter all over the room. Something almost like a smile tugs at Dream’s face as he watches them enter - the kid has grown inexplicably fond of both his flock and all of the assorted animals that Techno drags back into the house whenever he goes out, and Phil has long since resigned himself to being outnumbered one hundred to one by a literal army of mobs wherever he goes. Some of the crows had been pretty wary of Dream at the beginning, but after a few weeks more or less the entire flock has become viciously protective of the kid, sufficiently won over by gifts of head scratches and berries and various shiny things. Sure enough, the birds form a dark, squawking circle at Dream’s feet, a few flying up to tug impatiently at his clothes, and despite the (very obvious) favoritism, Phil smiles; the flock is good for Dream, as annoying as they can be.

DADZA, one calls, its lone cry soon echoed by the entire group of fluttering feathers gathered on the floor, DADZA AND DREAM DADZA DADZA. Phil laughs, a familiar warmth and exasperation filling his lungs, and he turns his attention back to Dream.

You up to some more? He tries; it’s a chance, for sure, and he brushes away the creeping anxiety crawling up his neck; he doesn’t want to make Dream panic, hopes that he’s doing the right thing. I could always use the practice.

Quiet, once again, only broken by the murmurs of his birds eagerly awaiting Dream’s answer as the boy rocks side to side in deliberation, and Phil is halfway through working out a frantic you don’t have to if you don’t want to when Dream raises his own hands.

Sure, he signs, a forced smile on his face but eyes still clear and bright, why not?

Somehow, they end up in a bastardized version of twenty questions, surrounded by birds that do not hesitate at any chance to voice their own opinions. They work through favorite colors (green), favorite flowers (roses for Dream, peonies for Phil), favorite mob (Phil answers this with a pointed definitely-not-crows, staring at the flock who have been shouting over themselves naming different colors for about five minutes, which immediately makes them devolve into screaming caws and divebombs at the edges of Phil’s cape that leave him thoroughly occupied for the next ten minutes), and at some point Phil falls further into the cushions of his chair and Dream’s legs lay against the sofa instead of being drawn up to his chest and it’s almost normal.

By the time Techno finds them, they’ve forgone structure all together, Dream watching intently as Phil signs out an embellished tale of one of the Antarctic Empire’s exploits with a crow held gently in his hands. Techno’s voice behind him startles him bad enough to send his wings snapping outwards, feathers standing on end, but Dream doesn’t react much beyond a twitch of his lips - he must’ve seen the piglin hybrid and tag-teamed to prank him, Phil realizes with a half-hearted grumble. Techno’s eyes sparkle mischievously, definitely planned, then.

“Hi Phil, Dream,” Techno shrugs off his cloak and drapes it over the back of Phil’s chair, “Looks like you’ve been busy. Can’t say I’m not feelin’ a bit left out, though; Phil, you never told me you knew sign language.”

“You never asked, mate,” he quips, even as Dream signs animatedly from the corner of his eye. T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-S-T.

Techno narrows his eyes. “I get the feelin’ that you’re messin’ with me, nerd.” Dream blinks faux innocently, smiling wider, and Phil picks up on the bit. Oh, this is fun.

He can’t understand us, he assures Dream, feeling a wicked smirk of his own growing on his face. So what do you think for dinner?

“Phil- the betrayal!” Techno splutters, voice going high and pitchy, and that reaction alone would’ve made the prank more than worth it - but Dream’s shoulders shake, eyes glittering as his fingers fly almost too fast for Phil to catch, and oh, that’s laughter, tiny, breathless giggles falling from his lips, and Techno must catch it even as he begins to berate the voices in his head, “This is not a bruh moment, Chat, don’t you start-”

Stew? Dream signs, still snickering, and he looks happy, more than Phil has ever seen him, the sight of him smiling and bright-eyed with amusement almost enough to cover for the gaunt quality of his face, the pale scars left all over his skin.

Of course, mate, Phil signs back, throwing in a do you think T-E-C-H-N-O ended up lost in those same woods again for good measure, rewarded when it sends Dream into another round of giggles. Techno grumbles without any real heat behind it, plopping himself down in the remaining chair.

“Ok, nah, no more of this exclusive club; you guys are teachin’ me this tonight before Chat loses it - yes that was an insult, don’t you start it with the E’s,” and Phil laughs, hard, the flock cawing and beginning to spam E on their own, for some reason, and Dream signing through the alphabet with the biggest grin on his face, and-

“Oh, Prime, this is going to so scuffed,” Phil says, breathless, his warning unheeded as Techno finishes his rant at Chat to focus on Dream.

And it is scuffed - it is so fucking scuffed, between Phil’s lackluster memory and Techno’s frequent interrupting to quiet down an extremely rowdy Chat and the incessant calls of the flock further egging them on, but it’s warm and Dream doesn’t stop smiling and Techno looks more relaxed than he has in weeks and the helpless, singing urge of protect protect protect that has lived in Phil’s head ever since Techno had carried Dream, beaten and bloodied and broken, through their front door finally, finally, begins to quiet down.

He tunes back into the impromptu lesson - they’ve finished the alphabet, seemingly having moved onto common words and objects, and Dream- hesitates, raises his hand, all five fingers drawn together, to the corner of his mouth and then pulls it back. Home, he signs, moving to fingerspelling, H-O-M-E. Home.

For a moment, they’re all quiet, Dream’s hand still raised by his face, even the crows falling silent as they all stare at each other. Phil watches, breath caught in his throat, as the planes of Techno’s face soften, the teasing edge of his voice, for once, leaving. “Yeah, nerd. You’re home.”

Home, Dream signs again, then again, looking up, eyes bright, hopeful. Phil thinks, proudly, that it looks like a new beginning. I’m home.

#tw torture #tw trauma #tw panic attack #syndicate!dream #my beloved #queue <3 #q stream aftermath #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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How Could You?

Bonnie Gold x reader

Warnings: death, angst, probably lots of swearing, teeny tiny bit of sexual assault. Requested by @soggypancak

Word count: 2,515 of pure trash

*My first imagine in over a year! Feedback is always welcome. I’m sorry if this sucks lol, it’s been a while!*

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The cold morning air made y/n shiver as she snuggled closer to Bonnie. Unintentionally they both fell asleep by the fire the night before, looking up at the stars as they talked about their love for each other, and how they hope to have a future. Aberama came out of his caravan that night going to put the fire out, but when he saw both the young adults curled up together asleep being warmed by that exact fire, he didn’t have the heart to wake them, so instead he put a blanket over them and admired their peaceful faces as they slept, praying nothing would ever corrupt them. Oh how he wishes he prayed harder.

“Bonnie,” y/n mumbled, she didn’t want to wake yet, but she was too cold to sleep.

“No.” Bonnie said.

Y/n giggled at her boyfriend, knowing he was tired as well but if she couldn’t sleep neither could Bonnie, she wouldn’t allow it. “I can’t sleep Bonnieeee.” She violently shook his shoulders with each word, hoping he would at least open his eyes.

“It’s pretty easy babe, just close your eyes,” Bonnie said with a smirk on his face.

Y/n gasped, and rolled over so she was laying on top of Bonnie and she pinned both his arms above his head. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at his girlfriend with his sly smirk on his face, one of the reasons she fell in love with him.

“That was pretty rude babe,” she mocked him. She stared down at him, admiring him, making sure she would always remember his face and every small detail about it. She let go of his arms and caressed the almost faded bruise on his chin from one of his previous fights. She loved him, and she knew the feeling would be forever. The moment didn’t last long enough for her though, Bonnie almost immediately reached up and grabbed his girlfriend's waist and quickly flipped them over so he was on top. Y/n let out a shriek at the sudden movement and couldn’t help the giggles that slipped out.

Bonnie too looked down at her like she did him, his eyes looking down at her with nothing but love and adoration for his girl. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “ I love you,” he told her. Y/n felt her heart swell at the declaration, knowing by the look on his face he truly meant it.

“I love you too.” She leaned upwards and gave Bonnie a kiss, it was slow and lazy because of the morning still clouding their judgement, but they both felt the love the other poured into it. Bonnie gave y/n’s hips a tight squeeze and when she gasped he took the opportunity and caressed her tongue with his. Y/n leant into the kiss even more, and moaned when their tongues met again, Bonnie winning the fight for dominance. The two broke apart with a jolt when they heard someone clearing their throat, and looked up to see Aberama looking at the two with a smirk. Y/n blushed and hid her face in Bonnies neck, while him and his father let out laughs together.

“Mornin’ love birds!” Y/n groaned at Aberamas loud voice, it still being too early for her. “Jesus Abe, could you be any louder?” “Course I could sweetheart, but I don’t wanna scare off all the deer,” he smiled down at her. Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed Bonnie off of her to sit up.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked. Bonnie stood up and dusted off his clothes and looked at his father, wondering the same thing.

“I’m not sure, we have everythin’ we need for a while, maybe a relaxing day? Sound good?”

Bonnie and y/n both nodded their heads, needing a break from the gypsy life. And with everything going on with helping the Blinders, they were both exhausted. Especially Bonnie. Bonnie looked down and smiled at y/n, reaching out a hand to help her up. She gratefully took it, and stumbled when Bon pulled her up with unnecessary force. He quickly steadied her and let out a quiet laugh, and gave her a peck on the lips. He turned and smiled at his father and led her towards their caravan.

When they both were inside Bonnie shut the door so they could get changed in fresh clothes for the day. Y/n undressed out of her clothes from yesterday and looked around to see one of Bonnies sweaters. She reached for it, knowing it would keep her warm for the day.

The man she loved was staring at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in his clothes. She could feel him staring, and she smiled to herself.

“It’s rude to stare Bon.”

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face and spoke back to her “It's hard not to when you look so beautiful in my shirt.”

She turned and looked at him, with a look of disbelief on her face, “You flatter me Bon.” They both let out a laugh. He reached forwards and pulled her close to his chest. He looked down at her smaller frame and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He loved her so much, he didn’t know what he would do without her, and neither did she.

She looked at him like he hung her the moon and the stars, and he looked at her like she was an angel from above.

“I love you Bonnie, I don’t know what I would ever do without you.”

“Luckily for you hun, you’ll never have to know because I’ll be with you forever.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Bon, especially now with you working for that bastard Shelby.” Y/n could feel rage slowly boiling inside of her, she loved Bonnie but she hated him working for the Thomas Shelby. And he knew that, he knew the pain and anger he was putting her through, and he had his reasons why. He was doing it for them, to secure a future for them. A future they dream about, a future they pray for.

“I can keep this one babe, you know I would never leave you. Not until my last breath, and that’s years away from now!”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The two embraced each other in a hug, and then they finished getting ready, for a day of relaxing.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~

Aberama smiles as he listens to the laughter of his son and his girl echo through the woods. Never had he seen his son so happy, never has he seen his smile so big. And it was all thanks to her. The girl Aberama grew fond of, even thinking of her as his daughter. He knew nothing would break them apart, even if they were just young kids.

Their moments of peace were interrupted when a gun shot rang through the woods, piercing Aberama in the shoulder and he fell with a thud. Y/n let out a scream and jumped, Bonnie quickly shielding her with his own body. He wanted to run to his father and check on him, but his instincts took over and he needed to protect y/n from whoever was there.

“Hello, hello, we are the Billy Boys,”

Bonnie looked and saw men emerging from the woods, and he panicked not knowing who they were. How did they know where they are? Who are these men?

Y/n peaked out from Bonnies chest and saw the men and her heart sank. She was scared. A feeling she hadn’t felt since she got with Bonnie, always knowing he would protect her. She gripped on to Bonnies shirt tighter, and whispered his name to him.

“Shhh,” he turned around and shoved her in their caravan and grabbed his gun. “Stay here,” he ordered.

She didn’t want him to go, what if he got shot like his father? She couldn’t lose him, he promised.

“Bonnie please don-”

She was interrupted as he grabbed her face and kissed her. He needed her to be quiet, he didn’t want them to find her. He had to protect her.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and asked him “you promise?”

He looked at her tear stained cheeks and hesitated before answering. He reached forward and wiped another falling tear from her eye,

“I- I promise.” He gave her the best reassuring smile he could and walked back out.

Bonnie walked out with his gun raised at the singing men. Why are they singing?

“Drop the peashooter son,” the one in the front said. Bonnie assumed he was the leader, and so did y/n from her spot in the caravan, watching through the small window.

He did, knowing it probably wouldn’t be good if he didn’t listen.

The men walked over to Aberama and stomped on his chest, close to where he was shot. Y/n audibly gasped from her spot and immediately cursed herself. Bonnie heard her, and he prayed that these men didn’t.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked.

The man smiled a Bonnie, a smile of nothing but pure evil. “Who am I is the wrong question son, who do we have hiding in the wagon?”

Bonnies prayer wasn’t answered, because obviously the man had heard you too.

“Open the door lads!”

“No!” Bonnie scrambled towards the door as fast as he could, only for the men’s leader to grab Bonnies dropped gun and brutally hit him in the jaw with it. Bonnie could feel the bones break and immediately tasted the blood. Aberama groaned from his spot on the ground, trying to reach his son.

Two of the men opened the caravan door and reached for y/n, who had tears running down her face at the sight of Bonnie and Abe, having seen everything from her useless hiding spot.

“Bo- Bonnie.” She cried. He looked over to her and tried to give her his best smile, even with his broken jaw.

The men forcefully yanked her out and threw her to the ground. She whimpered and tried to crawl to Bonnie, only to be kicked in her back and fall to the ground.

Bonnie saw red, he tried to stand up just to be pushed down again. The leader of the group laughed.

“I see, she’s your gypsy whore isn’t she? How did scum like you,” he paused and reached for y/n and pulled her up to his chest, “pull a fine piece of ass like this?” He reached down and grabbed y/n’s ass, and she cried as more tears fell.

Bonnie now had tears falling too, he tried so hard to get back to her. But every time, he was forcefully kicked back down.

Y/n zoned out, too focused on Bonnies face. The only words she managed to make out were Thomas Shelby, fighter, and over.

She looked up when she heard the last word. Over? What did they mean over?

She screamed and tried to break free when they hit Bonnie again, her and Aberama could do nothing but watch. They both screamed and cried Bonnies name as the men tied him to a post, and y/n realized it was a cross. Her heart sank, she knew what was happening.

Bang

She jumped and fell to the ground when she heard it, knowing her Bonnie was gone. She knew what they had done, he was dead.

The man stuffed a paper in Bonnies jacket, his lifeless body just hanging there. A message, for Thomas Shelby. She knew something was going to happen when he hired Abe and Bonnie, nothing good comes from the Brummie Gangster. He brings death to everyone he meets.

The men walked away, singing their song again.

Aberama was the first over to Bonnie, screaming and crying his sons name. Yelling at him as if he could hear. His son. It was the worst pain he had ever felt.

Y/n was still on the ground, shaking and crying for her loss. She couldn’t look at him, it wasn’t her Bonnie anymore, it was just his shell. His soul and spirit were gone, there was no bringing him back.

Aberama looked over and his heart broke for the young girl. He may have lost his son, but she lost her everything. Her boyfriend, her best friend and all her firsts. Abe untied Bonnies body, and carefully laid him down on the ground. With tears still streaming down his face, he walked over to y/n and gently helped her up and walked her over to Bon. She may not of wanted to, but she needed to say goodbye.

Y/n sat next to Bonnies body, too afraid to look just yet. As soon as she looked at his lifeless face she turned the other way and hurled up everything she had eaten that day. She began to dry heave, unable to breathe from crying. Aberama rubbed her back and soothed the young girl. It felt like hours but after only minutes, she had calmed down and thanked Aberama. He walked away, giving her a moment alone.

She looked at his face, almost unrecognizable from all the blood. After moments of just staring, a new feeling took over her body.

Anger

She was angry with Bonnie for dying, angry at the stupid fucking singing men, angry at herself for making the noise in the caravan.

Maybe, just maybe if she was silent this never would of happened, he would still be alive.

Y/n reached for his shoulders and violently shook him, just like she had that morning, only now the shakes were full of anguish and not love.

“Ho- how could you Bonnie! You promised me, you said you would never leave! Y- yo- you promised! HOW COULD YOU?!”

She screamed and cried, her yells slowly turning to whispers. Her energy drained. The days events taking their toll on her.

Aberama heard her screams and rushed to the young girls side. He looked at his sons body and closed his eyes as he scooped y/n into his arms, slowly rocking himself and the girl. His shirt became damp, and he didn’t care.

For hours they sat there, in each other’s arms crying for their loss, both vowing to get revenge for their Bonnie.

As Aberama stood up to leave, y/n did as well. Abe left to do something and she had a feeling she knew what, but she wasn’t going to question it.

As his figure faded into the woods, y/n’s hand reached down to her stomach, feeling the ever so small bump…

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