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Cats and Their Mages (Original Work Excerpt)
‘Cats aren’t so different from their old world counterparts. They are shy, naturally aloof creatures with agendas that are their own. They trust no one other than themselves. It is a question as to how much trust is placed in their human familiars that are collegially known by the communities they reside in as ‘Mages’.
Mages are incorrectly assumed to be the masters in the symbiotic relationship that they share with their cats but this couldn’t be further from the truth. All knowledge they receive of the new world originates from their cats, who not only teaches them but directs them through every action they take through their daily lives.
The extent of Cat and Mage relationships are poorly studied and largely misunderstood. Cats are secretive, untrustworthy creatures that do not converse with any other than themselves or their personal familiars. Mages divulge nothing they know to outsiders, which include the communities that they garden.
Their complexions are strange and their tones impersonal. Treat any contact with either Cat or Mage with utmost caution and wariness.’
-excerpt from an unknown Alchemist’s journal
For @elvenmoans and anyone else that was interested~
@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather, @horny-3
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by far the best part of grocery shopping is the little babies. i was carefully selecting mushrooms when i felt upon me a piercing gaze and looked up to see a very chubby and very red-cheeked baby staring intently at me from a grocery cart with a slightly furrowed brow, hand clutching an apple for dear life. i wiggled a mushroom at her and she gasped and kept staring. i turned back to the mushrooms and heard a shriek. i turned around and the baby stared in anticipation. i wiggled another mushroom and she shrieked again in delight. she looked down at the apple in her hand, considering it for a moment. fair-minded as she was, she decided it would only be right to wiggle produce at me in return, and she held up the apple and shook it with all her might. i think i could live forever now
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Please support Mahmoud in evacuating and rebuilding his life by sharing and donating.
Here is the original fundraising tweet from Mahmoud's account.
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not even the guillotine could stop the head that I'd give him
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this is the sword of good fortune, may it aid you in your travels.
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cw. dragoncock, size kink, fem! reader
dragon zhongli who has to fuck you with his fat tip before he can even do anything more than that, your jaw hanging open as he shifts your lower half towards him— his trembling breath on your skin weeping, his nocturnal and safe cradle rounding up this dance of tension as your eyes turn into heart.
it's everywhere, zhongli was everywhere, invading your senses and penetrating your nostrils with his gracious, galvanizing scent— not to mention how sweat and all kinds of fluids were now pooling stickily onto your belly, thighs and cunt. you moan salaciously at the further stretch, sensing a heart beat on your warm sex as zhongli gives you another inch, not failing to see you absolutely loving it with that clouded grin on your lips.
his tip slides deeper and the copious amount of cum surely aided him in that, fueling an additional stretch on you while zhongli stays like that for a while, in you, forcing you to feel his large length push into your walls— the man knows he cannot let you indulge too much though, you'll either get a little greedy or it'll end up being a bit too much for your sweet, little cunt to bear, especially with the way he'd pinch and nudge against the swollen regions inside you with thrilling pressure.
zhongli was massive and a part of him feared that he'd be too much.
your hips roll up to meet his small thrusts, which were pitiful grinds if anything as zhongli looks at how your pussy was swallowing him suggestively, feeling entirely wanton as the sensations cascaded through him with a heady lust that transcended every expectation inside of his heart.
you know that if his fat cock hurts you, he will stop immediately and resort back in fucking you with his thick tip, because of course, zhongli wants you go enjoy it, there was nothing else he wanted more.
he always tells you to take your time until you're used to his shape, his size and his pace— used to his sensual movements which served as an invitation to your body spasming beneath his dominating one.
someone with such experience which zhongli harbored, wasn’t necessarily shy in his doings, not at all, in fact— he's blunt, experienced when he grabs your hips to him and pull his steadily hardening cock against the tight opening of your hole a bit more.
now, halfway through, you show him how obediently your walls throb around him when he fucks you, when he feeds your cunt with his aching erection until it's settled in a position you're pleased in and your legs get all sore, pushing you to a place of pleasure and harmony like anything you had known before.
it felt like it belonged here, just as it felt like you couldn't possibly move your hips anymore by how full you were of him— and his draconic instincts emerge as his eyes glow of divinity and lust, his shaft pushing into every bit of space your hole could offer.
dropping your head back into the pillows, you feel a knot forming in your stomach until it started to scratch and throb in you, yet the sensation of being overcrowded by his cock made it difficult to decide if it was your orgasm building up or if zhongli had already invaded the literal guts of you.
his thick, oozy cum was making the friction nearly unbearable to ignore as it turns you more sensitive— aside from the fact that his seed was impossibly hot, almost as if it was trying to burn through your walls when all it did was turn you needier. it has your body covered in his filth, and your voice was too broken with moans and gasps to form words as you mewl into his mouth with every touch and thrust.
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Not gonna lie that Danny version of the getting outplayed scenario got me feelin some type of way 👀 could we possibly get some of that for Frank too?
Oh yeah, you were a fucking bitch. Always slipping right between his fingers, just out of reach... It's more than enough to drive him fucking insane. Now, don't get him wrong: Frank loves a good chase, a good fight, even! But you? God, you were fucking infuriating!
The other members of the Legion didn't have much luck with you, either. It was more than enough to make Julie tear up in jealousy rage, Joey to actually give a damn, and Susie to throw a temper tantrum. And the worst thing about it was that: you didn't even look like you gave a damn.
Getting from point A to point B, then from C to D, so on and so on until you were finally out of the trial and back at camp. That's all you cared about, but these Legion guys? Holy shit you've pissed them off! And that guy? Their leader, uh, Frank? Yeah... He hates you. And you couldn't be more terrified. But still, he's the type to get sloppy when he's enraged, and whenever he misses you in the midst of his Feral Frenzy attacks?
"AAARRRG I'm gonna fucking kill you! You fucking BITCH!!"
Frank's fingers itched to get a hold of you. What would he do, exactly? Stab you? Probably, most definitely yes. Strangle you? Likely, probably, yeah. Uh... k-kiss you...? M-Maybe... You do have kissable lips, and a nice face... and legs... and ass... God you have a nice ass... And you're smart, too. Maybe too smart, but damn he hasn't had a challenge in ages! If he just... get his hands on you, then-
"OOW-! FUCK YOU AND YOUR PALLETS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!"
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(Mobile Legends: Bang Bang) Prince Dyrroth/Fem!Pet!Reader- Bloodied Collar
This is for @prettycutebunny! I enjoyed writing this a lot ;)
The Prince had several pets before her but none left an impression on him like she had. It wasn't because she was special, rather because she was his and his alone.
Warnings: Master/Pet Relationship, Toxic Relationship, Slavery, Humans are food not friends, Childhood Trauma, Abuse, Open-palm Slap, Canon Typical Violence/Death, Possessive Behavior, Kissing, Blood Drinking, Stockholm Syndrome
“This is it?” The young Prince of Darkness didn’t bother to hide the fact that he had turned his nose up at a gift that the Queen of Blood, his matrion and warder. It was a bold move, though even the Queen couldn’t stop herself from curling her own lip in disgust as she looked upon the quivering, snot and tear face of a small child that whimpered and whined as she stood before the two demons.
Humans were small, pathetic little things that demons had no care for. They were just things, creatures to subjugate and kill and to devour. As blood demons, the Prince and Queen both required sustenance from other living things. Many blood demons kill their prey after one feasting but some, especially in the higher echelons of the blood demon hierarchy, would keep one or even many humans as a sort of cattle, almost like a pet, though with the clear expectation that the human was a toy and nothing more. They were a source of food and entertainment for blood demons and many times they would ‘break’ their toys long before they even drain them dry. This wouldn’t be the first pet the Prince of Darkness has received and it surely wouldn’t be his last. His warder only had one ‘request’ of him, once the pet was in his possession.
“Hmm… Do try to make this one last a little longer than the last. It is a bother to collect high quality stock so frequently.” The Queen of Blood looked down at the human child with a sneer. The girl stared at nothing, not at the Queen and not at the Prince but to an imaginary point somewhere in between the two of them. Her body trembled with enough force to rattle the heavy collar around her neck and the shackles around her ankles.
Utterly pathetic.
The Prince only needed to blink in her direction and his new little pet would flinch and cower before him. It was fun to make her cry and it was easy to do so. Looking at her in any capacity would make the human shrink, licking his lips would make her tremble and beg for mercy. Her neck, shoulders, arms, hands and legs were all littered in bitemarks in various stages of healing, with many still weeping blood from constant, small feedings meant not for sustenance but merely for torture’s sake. Her screams were pleasant on the ears but the constant sniffling and weeping was already grating on the Prince’s nerves.
It was a surprise that the human pet didn’t die within the first few days of her capture. The Prince, Dyrroth, was easily bored by such things and he found himself losing track of his pet easily. She blended in well to the walls of his room, never uttering a sound, never even attempting to flee from her new master. Where was she to go? There was no surviving outside of these walls, the pet knew this and knew it well. Still, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t cry, and she often would when she believed herself to be alone or when Dyrroth was supposedly asleep.
The first week, she didn’t cry much. If she did, it was quiet, easily missed. The pet feared harm to her person and she would be injured if the Prince decided that she was being annoying for whatever reason, be it for a tangible reason or for no reason whatsoever. He had pushed her around and onto the ground, he had kicked her, even punched and slapped her if only out of curiosity to her individual reactions. The pet would cry, though sometimes she wouldn’t even react to his cruelty, almost as if in a state of lasting shock that she couldn’t quite shake free of.
After that week, though, she would tear up more and more, the realization that this would be the rest of her life, that she would always be alone, that her mommy and daddy were really gone and that they couldn’t stave her from this nightmare. No one would be coming to save her…
The rattling of her chains became rather annoying to Dyrroth. It pressed a button inside of him that was raw, pushing him towards anger though something kept getting hanged up, though what he was unsure of. Whatever it was, it formed a solid mass in his stomach and clenched in a vice grip that wouldn’t be relieved until the noise stopped. At first, he would yell at her to stop, which would either push his pet over the brink and she would cry or she would stop moving all together, as though petrified in place. Dyrroth assumed this was annoyance that bordered on outright rage but he would realize that this was something much, much different than what he was accustomed to experiencing when it came to small, pathetic creatures that were supposed to be worthy of no more than a passing glance to a great being such as himself.
The Prince’s little pet would accompany him out on a few occasions, if not to liven up a particularly dull day or so that he would have something to feed on. She was his pet and no other had the right to place a hand on her, even if Dyrroth scoffed at the idea of giving a fraction of a damn about her. It wasn’t about her well-being, merely the fact that she was his and anyone touching her, his property, would mean that they were disrespecting him blatantly. The day that a blood demon would forget their place on the hierarchy would come as no surprise but what would be surprising, if not utterly shocking, would be the Prince’s reaction to such a slight.
“P-Please DON’T-! PLEASE-!!!” A familiar but shrill little voice echoed loud enough for any nearby demon to overhear. The screams were quickly silenced with a dull THUD, followed by a sharp cry that seemed to call to attention the last demon the other would want to have noticed their presence.
The pet felt all the fight within her die the moment the demon’s palm connected with her left cheek. Really, what was she expecting? There was no one that cared about her anymore. No one… Blood was pooling in her mouth from the blow cutting her cheek against her teeth. Something in her head was knocked loose or… something. How else could she accept that she merely went limp in the demon’s grip rather than continued to fight? The bruising grip on her wrist was numb in comparison to the heat that swelled under her face. All the human could do was hang limply, her feet barely touching the floor as the demon grabbed a fistful of her hair and revealed her already yellow-green and pin pricked neck to his long, thick fangs. The horror of her circumstances had long since dulled and she only stared at an imaginary spot as she waited for the initial searing pain, only becoming confused and distressed when there was only a speckling of saliva on her neck and no puncture of teeth into her sensitive flesh. Wait-
No, not saliva. So hot…
Blood.
The smell hit her nose before the realization that it wasn’t her own truly sunk in. In fact, nothing whatsoever sunk into the pet’s skin, her frail body suddenly dropping significantly in height as a shrill scream of pain nearly deafened the girl’s ears. It was enough to make her skin crawl and for her to curl in onto herself. She should have fallen to the ground but she didn’t. Someone- something- had caught her before she fell to the rocky ground. Everything around her was happening so fast yet so slow, important details unraveling too fast to keep up with and passing, insignificant ones lingering in both her mind and her body.
A familiar warmth.
The kiss of nails digging into her thighs.
A flash of gold.
The herbaceous scent of a meadow…
Her eyes grow wide as she recognizes the Prince of Darkness’s face, twisted in malicious anger that she has never seen before in all her years at his side. It was scary… Terrifying, more so than anything else she had seen in her new lifetime as a pet of a blood demon. She shrinks in Dyrroth’s arms, heart sinking into the depths of her chest as she witnesses the other demon fall dead long before he had hit the ground.
A low growl reverberated throughout Dyrroth’s body in a frequency that made the girl’s eyes water and her stomach roll into knots. She was sure that this would be the day that she finally dies by his hand. An electric buzz in the air made both her and the Prince’s hair stand on end, frizzed and dry from the unbearable heat of the Abyss, causing her skin to twitch and her heart to stutter irregularly in her chest. Perhaps if he doesn’t kill her outright, she will die of fright, his intensity alone enough to make everything in the nearby vicinity grind to a halt and any noises that accompanied this terrible place falling silent at the Prince’s wrath. The human held her breath and waited for pain, for the chill of death, for… something. Anything. Yet…
There were only puffs of hot breath on the top of her head that ruffled her hair. She winced as the delicate flesh of her thighs were pierced by the blood demon’s sharp claws, such a subtle reaction immediately coming to the Prince’s attention, making his head snap down in her direction. The girl curled in on herself, eyes frozen on an imaginary spot in space as she tried to play dead. Sometimes it would work… sometimes ….but not this time. A single red iris was trained onto her purposefully blank face, studying her reactions, how she was void with terror and anticipation…
…he didn’t like it-
The Prince set his jaw and felt the rage that burned inside of him slowly melt to something different. Still hot, still intense, but… different. It was unfamiliar to him. Strange and alien. Suffocating. It held his windpipe in a vice grip and refused to release it, even long after the thrill of battle had ebbed away and he was left carrying his delicate little pet back to her cage.
It had changed over the years, they both had, really. There was a sense of faux kindness in the nice things that he had collected for his little blood pet, soft things, pretty things, things that provided comfort where none could be found… She always said ‘thank you, my master’ but never would look him in the eyes. Dyrroth couldn’t blame her, hell, he enjoyed the fear that rolled off of her in waves. It clouded his judgement and made her the only thing around him. She was intoxicating in a way, both in her savoury blood and how she always cowered before him. Seeing her cower before others, though, that didn’t sit right with the blood Prince. It infuriated him, made his hackles stand on end and his jaw ache to be popped against the throat of the opponent that dared to steal away his pet’s attention from him. He didn’t get to punish the demon that tried to do just that this time, but he was far more concerned with hiding his precious little human before more tried to steal away what was rightfully his.
His.
His.
His.
His.
HIS.
She was his and he had a right to see every part of her, especially the parts that she had hidden away from the Abyss. From him. As his little pet, she belonged to him and him alone. She didn’t get to hide herself from him and because she had done so for such a long time, Dyrroth made it known that such a thing would not slip by his notice any longer. The Prince would observe his pet far more closely, noticing how her demeanor shifted ever so slightly after he rescued her from another blood demon. She was still subservient and careful around him but Dyrroth realized that her gaze would linger on him for a moment longer than it once did, as though she was sneaking her own secret glances at him and trying to determine what- if any- change had taken place within him. Perhaps he was a little… softer towards her, not being so rough when feeding from her, actually alerting her to when he was going to feed, ‘gifting’ her even more soft, warm things for her little corner of his room that they both had shared over the course of their combined lifetimes… Maybe she was changing him in ways he didn’t anticipate, certainly in ways that Alice couldn’t have predicted.
Maybe… but…
He didn’t care.
Dyrroth could observe his little pet all day long and never grow tired or bored of her, truly an impressive feat given that she is only a mere human. The fear in her eyes is still palpable though there is a hint of something else just underneath the surface. What was it…? Anticipation? Longing, perhaps? He could be seeing whatever it was that he wanted but the demon didn’t really care whether or not this was the truth or not. After all… he could do whatever he wished, since he is the Prince of Darkness and she is his precious little pet…
“A-Ah-! What are you…?” Her voice was wary as the Prince turned her face this way and that, his thumb and forefinger leaving an impression in her skin. The force he used wasn’t bruising for once, not gentle but almost delicate in the way that he could be at times. It was…
“Silence! J-Just-!” Her eyes went wide but she said nothing as his eyes narrowed. Has she ever heard him stutter like that before? There was a subtle dusting on his cheeks and ears that didn’t escape her notice either, yet another thing she has never seen in all her years with the Prince. Perhaps she has seen it a few times, especially when she and him were both young but not once since then. He set his jaw as his eyes ghosted over her facial features, them having matured greatly over the last few years.
The intensity in his eyes didn’t waver but his hard set brows did, softening ever so slightly as looked over her face over and over again. His thumb shifted from her chin, moving just underneath the curve of her lower lip. It was strangely… intimate, something the human wasn’t accustomed to, especially from the Prince, Dyrroth. It was alien to him too, a nagging feeling setting into his lower gut as his eyes kept gravitating towards his pet's pink, chapped and bloody lips…
She blinked her eyes as the Prince leaned towards her, awkward and stiff. W-What was he…? Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her face forward by her chin. The feeling of his own chapped lips brushing against her own. Dyrroth’s unnatural demonic warmth was almost blistering against the soft flesh of her mouth but she was too stunned to pull away. It was in her best interest not to deny him anything, given that he owned her, but…
It was really, really hard to shake the tightening in her core as he pulled away.
It was strange… The quiet that settled over them both was unnerving and tense. Something was expected and whatever it was, it didn’t seem like either of them had received it. It wasn’t… unpleasant by any means though… It would eventually open the door to future escalations that neither the Prince nor his pet tried to stop in spite of how wrong all this was.
How could feedings be so… soft? A bolt of heat always raced down her spine whenever the Prince fed from her neck but they were becoming more and more intense yet less and less painful as time went on. Was this her way of coping with this aspect of her life? Perhaps… but it did nothing to explain the fact that Dyrroth would either pull her into his lap or pin her down against the wall or onto the bed, his body pushed flushed against her own an a not so subtle groan escaping the back of his throat as his jaw popped into his pet’s ears. Warmth pooled in her lower gut whenever his hands would roam her body as the feeding would ultimately turn into something more… erotic.
She shouldn’t enjoy such things… not with him. She did, though, and she couldn’t stop her body from responding positively to the pleasant feelings and attention that was given to her so freely… Whenever she would respond in kind, panting and leaning into his touch as his hands would roam her body. Surprisingly, the Prince would urge her to touch him back, the first time that she had ever done so in the midst of one of their more animated feedings.
“T-Touch me…” His voice was muffled in the flesh of her neck but his pet could understand him, if only for the fact that she could feel his words reverberating throughout her entire body. Dyrroth had grabbed one of her wrists and forced her hand into the messy mane of his blondish hair. It was astonishingly soft and light against her palm and it wasn’t difficult for her to drag her fingertips against his scalp.
She surprised herself with how swiftly she reciprocated the Prince’s demand. Maybe how unafraid she was to do so was more of a surprise. It came as naturally as breathing to her, as natural as their routine feedings had become. She didn’t think a demon could be soft or even gentle but Dyrroth continuously surprised her over and over again.
“M-Master-” She shuddered as the Prince removed his fangs from her tender neck.
“No…” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. She winced and screwed her eyes shut, uncertain of what she had done wrong. How did she upset him? What did she-?
“D-Dyrroth…”
“W-What…?”
“Use… my name…” There was an unfamiliar strain in his voice, as though this request was something painful for him to utter. The low growl in his voice made a shiver run down her spine and her toes curl as he stared into her eyes.
“Y-Your-?” Again, she winces as his sharp nails dig into her scalp. It looked as though he was suffering greatly, waiting for her to comply impatiently. He was clearly on edge and on the cusp of losing himself to… something, what, she didn’t know nor did she recognize the emotions that were present on his face. It was different from anything that she has experienced from him thus far and it scared her.
“...Dyrroth…?” Her voice was quiet and uncertain, fearing retribution for daring to whisper the Prince of Darkness’s name aloud. Was this some sort of test? What if… What if she fails? She couldn’t read his face, not before saying his name and not at all after she had said it. It was as though he had released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, shoulders trembling slightly as his jaw popped audibly from the force he exerted on his teeth. It was startling and yet… Instead of feeling it in her heart, as though she was about to faint, she felt it in her core, much, much lower than what she was accustomed to and it made her blush in shame.
“Mmm…. Again.” Dyrroth’s voice was barely a whisper but it still held an air of authority that compelled her to speak again, against her better judgement.
“...Dyrroth.” A sharp inhale through his nostrils made her blink in surprise. The Prince leaned in towards her mouth as he commanded her.
“...again.”
“Dyrroth… M-Mmmm…” A surprised hum filled her mouth as he pressed his lips against her own. For the first time, he flicked his tongue against her lower lip and slipped it past the small gap that was in between her unguarded teeth.
He tasted like iron though there was something underneath the metallic taste of blood that made her heart skip a beat. His tongue was warm and it filled her mouth with ease, wrapping around her own tongue and caressing it haphazardly. She struggled to reciprocate but if Dyrroth noticed this he didn’t let on whether or not this fact bothered him in the slightest. Maybe he was too wrapped up in the moment, just as she was.
For a brief moment, she was nearly able to forget that this creature was the source of all her lifetime woes. He was so much different than he used to be in his youth… or maybe he was just better at hiding this fact. Did it really even matter at this point? It wasn’t as though she had any say in the matter. All she could do was survive and if her survival was tied to the Prince’s ever changing mood swings then so be it. Or that’s at least what she told herself. She was desperate to believe that this affection was real and true. Maybe it was, though it was a sick, twisted thing that would make any rational human or demon shudder with disgust. She didn’t care though and neither did Dyrroth.
He owned her and he could do anything that he wished with his pet. Her reciprocation only further justified the feelings he had for her and thus began the downward spiral of their once clear cut master/blood pet relationship into something more complicated and messy but so much more satisfying for them both.
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[ What are you getting for Valentine's Day? ]
notes; multiple characters
© @/kikiwooo
X.Borg
A really well made heart shaped necklace that he's pretty proud of. It gives off a warm feeling upon coming into contact with your skin.
Julian
A bouquet of chocolate roses. A sweet present for his one and only.
Fredrinn
He has fixed his whole place (Fredrinn's) accordingly to the event of the day, white pink and red.. balloons and sparkles everywhere. Also there's rather a big cake sitting on top of his desk.
Lancelot
Never a Valentine's Day is go not him dramatically asking your hand to a dance in a middle of a rose garden.
Claude
Be prepared to find all kinds of jewellery under your pillow, also brand new clothes waiting for you.
Ling
A baby koi fish that he caught. He knows you'll look after it better than he will.
Natan
He'll get you something really ancient.. like a pretty old fashioned crown left from an glorious kingdom, or an extincted animal. Maybe a rather heavy book about literally anything just because you were interested in it.
Aamon
...Ironically you found the Duke on his knees on top of the bed, wrapped in red ribbon rather tightly and glaring at you with a little note which was written in Gusion's handwriting...
Yin
Did you knew that he's quite skilled in making flower crowns? Whatever he uses to make them they'd look perfect like his smile. By using literally anything
Granger
A photo album filled with the two of you. Didn't knew that he had quite the eye for photography.
Joy
A cake. A full cake...not bitten or licked, how suspicious. It's cute to see her so determined to give you this.
Zilong
A dragon plushy with a long and fluffy scarf he made. He made? He made.
Hanabi
She actually takes you out to a nice romantic dinner. Only the two of you and nothing to hide..
Miya
A nice and a pleasant moments with her under the moon while it shines down onto both of you. There's a small stream down there with silver fish swimming in it.
Argus
A gorgeous white dove. His claw like hands held the creature in his light grip and offers to you- the dive tilts it's head ever so slightly, looking at you with a curious gaze.
Gusion
He got both of you matching oversized hoodies for you guys to toe each other with its ropes.
Lunox
She'll take you out with her to watch many shows and be part to many events, occasionally winning each other many things.
Beatrix
A small colourful notebook filled with you and her's doodles with notes here and there, it seemed to be kept daily.
Nolan
A walk around the Eruditio with him side by side, watching many events of Valentine's unfold. He'd take you to a high spot to watch the fireworks at the end of the day.
Guinevere
This day is so important to this lady, from going to many places, eating every kind of foods and drinking a huge variety of drinks, also going to shopping and returning with dozens of bags.
Lieh
.......he'll let you top him tonight.
Kadita
She'll gift you the brightest and the biggest pearl in her ocean.
Khaleed
A parrot with vivid colours, it has a huge cage and what's the best of it- it's friendly and sings.
Yu Zhong
A charm from the Black Dragon himself to protect you from the evil.
Leomord
Horse riding. Whether you choose to ride with or side by side.
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Hi! If it's okay, can we ask something for our favorite doctor, Herman Carter? Sprinkle in some (LEGAL) age gap, power dynamic and maybe some dubcon as well? Could be in the dbd universe or modern au, I'm not picky with that. I'm so obsessed with him and your writing is so good I wish I could inject it into my veins omg
I've got some similar stuff to this on the Doctor's masterlist here!~
But why not have something a little different?
Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubcon that crosses into Noncon territory, Toxic Ideations, Fucked-up Relationship, Delusions, Torture, Betrayal, Canon Typical Death and Violence
What were you expecting?
Pride?
Acceptance?
Gratitude?
Who were you but a mere stranger?
What were you other than a mere annoyance?
A parasite.
A fraud.
How could you expect anything in return when you were nothing but a unoriginal thief?
An imbecile.
You had dedicated the majority of your teenage and adult life to studying Herman Carter. THE Doctor. At first, it was genuine, innocent curiosity.
What teenager didn't find the macabre fascinating?
It was easy to fall down the rabbit hole but it was much, much more difficult to claw your way back out of it. You didn't even want to get out. Why would you when you thought you had it all figured out and that you actually found something akin to an understanding in one of the most infamous men in all of U.S. medical history?
Such a silly little child...
What were you thinking when you were transported to the Fog? What did you feel when you saw the halls of the once great Léry's Memorial Institute? Where you terrified?
Excited?
You were a sick little thing that needed help. Didn't you understand that? The truly sick do not know they are ill, that much is true, which is exactly why the Doctor decided to see you in the first place.
How strange it was to be face with someone that truly seemed not to know better. What was wrong with you? Where others were fleeing from his overwhelming presence, you actively sought it out. It was enough to give the Doctor pause, a genuine head tilt as he observed your demeanor, less like a prey animal in front of a starving predator and more akin to a star-struck fan faced with their idol.
How utterly pathetic.
The Doctor only need to snap his fingers and you would do anything that he asked. An exam of your person? Why, you were already undressed and waiting for him, even in spite of him not even asking to to bare yourself to him. An experiment? Even in spite of the pain, you eagerly took part, as though fascinated by your own pain. Perhaps you were a bit of a kindred spirit, one that was both masochistic and sadistic, as you would even willingly offer up your fellow survivors to 'your' Doctor.
How quaint that you though he actually gave a damn about you.
He pushed you to your limits, never minding how you would cry or how you would beg for relief. You think you made a mistake, that you weren't ready for this? Too bad. There are no 'take-backsies' in the Doctor's office. It didn't matter if you said 'no' after the fact, if you said 'stop, please, I can't take it'. Unfortunately for you, there were no safe words in his diction.
He would hold you down and electrocute you over and over and over again as he tested the limits of both your body, mind and spirit. You could take a lot of punishment, much, much more than most, but you would break. They all would break eventually. Why did you think you were so special, that THE Herman Carter, THE Doctor, wouldn't do to you what he had done to everyone else, including himself? It was ridiculous on your part, no, more than that, it was idiotic.
You were an imbecile, just like the rest of them were.
Your cries were ear piercing but so, so sweet. You had screamed so much for so long that your throat was bleeding. Raw. You thought that you could take it but you couldn't. It was too much. It all was too much for you but there was no turning back. No amount of pleading would save you now. All you could do was take it, tears streaming down your eyes and your body screaming in pain.
You were bleeding. You were dying. Dying as he was overtop of you and doing whatever he pleased with your broken body. Every time your heart would stop, he would restart it, ensuring that you wouldn't die until he gave you permission to do so. If he had his way, you would never die, but you were so weak that you would ultimately succumb to even the most basic of 'therapeutic' measures. How disappointing.
You were disappointing.
Barely worthy of a footnote in the mass that was his life's research.
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Kept reading your chess wizard and herman series, I'm so hyperfixated on it so much like it's so good
But what if herman saw chess wizard playing chess with albert, like albert also become infatuated with the chess wizard cause he hated how he Lose but also loves a challenge and herman is just there having beef with albert
Okay but like-
This is somehow worse than typical 'cheating' for the Doctor.
You're playing chess?? With another man?! Scandalous!
Really, how could you do this to him?!
It shouldn't have come as a surprise, really. Of course Albert Wesker was a chess nerd too. He's got enough poise to keep anyone (including you) guessing and he provided you with some much needed challenge.
Though you conquered him soon enough.
And that left him both a little stunned, a little pissed and more than a little intrigued by you.
Wesker was made to be perfect, both physically and mentally. It's extraordinarily rare for him to find anything worthy of his attention, nothing more than a passing glance, but you have managed to stump him and had him actually using his mind for what feels the the first time in an entire lifetime. He can't play haphazardly in your presence. Even if his poker face is impeccable, he can't bluff his way to victory. Not with you. Wesker truly needs to work for a win and still, after a handful of chess matches, he still hasn't won against you.
Infuriating but a little arousing...
You don't know how the Doctor figured out you found a new chess buddy, but damn was he pissed. He didn't say much but the crackles of electricity and the hateful glare he threw your way told you everything you needed to know.
If he could speak properly, he'd call you a dirty little cheater. He thought what the two of you had was special! The Doctor is aghast! Speechless! Shocking you until your brain is liquid isn't good enough! Tunneling you every match isn't good enough!
Why, you've broken his heart here!
It makes him want to clip your little wings so you can't fly away anymore, so you can't visit these... others and so you couldn't play with anyone else but him...
Really, though, with you playing so hard to get, it wasn't just pissing the Doctor off.
You were turning him on as well...
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