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cryptidfagswag · 11 months
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Vampirism is such slut behavior. Oh ur immortal and you bite people to stay alive? U literally suck people to not die? Ur a “creature of the night”? U have fangs? Slut. Bite me.
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kennahjune · 3 months
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Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.
Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.
Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.
Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.
Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.
Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.
Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.
Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.
Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/
Neither of them connecting the dots.
Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.
And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.
And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.
And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—
And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/
And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—
And—
And holy shit.
Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.
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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months
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Lokius in Loki 2x02 - "Breaking Brad"
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 264
Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 
Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 
He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.
Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.
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lemonwrap · 2 months
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Imagine: Omegaverse AU where Ghost had his scent gland cut out by Roba.
Ghost barely survived it, and now he doesn’t have a scent of his own. He’s never tried, but it’s a logical assumption that he won’t be able to sustain a mating bond, either. He can usually pass his lack of scent off as just using the scent suppressants military members almost always use on missions, but it’s harder during downtime when there’s not such a need for them.
Ghost is close to Soap, flirting and bantering with him constantly, *likes* him, but he never outright tells him. He likes Soap’s scent, too, an odd but alluring combination of citrus and a hint of gunpowder—one would think the two scents together would be disgusting, but when it’s Soap, it’s not.
Ghost keeps the mask on to hide, and doesn’t lift it even to eat when others are around. It’s kind of a pain sometimes, really, and he’s considered being done with all the bullshit and just taking it off, but then Soap would know. He wants the bond and affection between them to last. It’s fucked up to lie to him, but Soap won’t want him when he finds out Ghost can’t actually bond with him, and Soap is the closest he’s been to someone in years.
Soap, while slightly skeptical of Ghost’s unwillingness to take off the mask, doesn’t entirely connect the dots and just thinks Ghost’s scent suppressants work amazingly.
Until the day Ghost sustains a head injury on a mission, that is. He’s losing blood fast and Soap can’t see a thing with the mask on, and he just barely convinces Ghost to take it off so he can staunch the blood flow better. Soap gets him patched up enough that he won’t bleed out on the way to exfil, but with the danger now past, he notices the deep, unmistakable scar of a botched scent gland removal on Ghost’s neck.
After Ghost is treated in medical, he makes an effort to avoid Soap, simply not wanting to bother with his pity or disgust.
He knows Soap liked him back at one point, but if they had ever gotten that far, they’d never be able to actually bond. Soap deserves a real mate.
Soap catches on by the end of the first day that Ghost is avoiding him, but Ghost is elusive if he wants to be, and Soap doesn’t catch him in the man’s favorite smoking spot on the roof until a week later.
Ghost hears him coming, but doesn’t pull his mask back down. Soap’s seen the scar anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.
“Long time no see, Lt,” Soap says.
Ghost doesn’t reply and takes a drag from his cigarette. He shouldn’t have let himself get so close to Soap, because he knew it’d go to shit once he found out about the scar. People usually date to bond. Ghost can’t do that.
Soap stands next to Ghost.
“Care to share?” Soap asks. Ghost hums and gives the cigarette to Soap, and they silently pass it back and forth until it’s a stub.
“Gonna tell me why you were avoiding me?” Soap asks, blowing out the last puff of smoke. “Kinda rude to vanish on someone like that.”
“Figured you’d know that one,” Ghost replies.
“If it’s about—“
Ghost cuts him off. “It is.”
“So you’ve been flirting with me and didn’t think to mention it? I’ve been wanting to fuck you for the past six fuckin’ months,” Soap says, sounding irritated. “Kiss would’ve been nice, too.”
“I didn’t because I knew you’d act like this,” Ghost says, pointedly ignoring the fact that Soap just admitted that he likes Ghost—or that he did at one point, anyway.
“So you like me?”
“Yes,” Ghost says, “but I think you can find someone that’ll be able to keep a bond.”
“It doesn’t make a difference,” Soap says resolutely. “I want you anyway.”
Ghost doesn’t scoff, but he sort of wants to. Of course it makes a difference.
“Just drop it, Soap,” Ghost says.
Soap does, for about ten seconds. Then he grabs Ghost by the collar and kisses him hard, smashing their lips together and biting at Ghost’s lips. Ghost kisses back just as hard, savoring how their bodies feel pressed together, hands gripping at each other’s clothes and skin.
This won’t last, but Ghost will take what he can get.
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fantasy au scribbles!!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months
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Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'
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canisalbus · 26 days
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Dog Vasco looks like he easily accepts affection and should live with the first person that decoded to take him home, BUT only of they showed the same level of compassion and care for Machete
Adopt one hyperactive and affectionate dog, gain one sad and very frightened dog (???) for free!!! And the first one WILL bite you if you hurt or don't adopt the second, have a very good day!
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bird-likes-art · 4 months
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Had to get this idea out there. How would omega collars work? I see them in so many fics and I’ve always pictured dog/cat collars but that wouldn’t work! Hannah Adams ticktock put this idea in my head today and wow it’s been on my mind constantly!
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yutaleks · 1 month
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alpha!maki x omega!reader, arranged marriage
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“I think she hates me, Mai.”
Mai’s sitting across from you, painting your nails a pretty lilac color. She’s got a steady hand, but maybe you shouldn’t be surprised that someone with weapons expertise would have such a solid, precise touch.
“You know as well as I do that my sister would’ve gave the family hell if she didn’t want this,” she smiles, her citrine eyes sparkling. She’s got the same type of mystery about her gaze that Maki does—it’s hard to tell what she’s thinking, especially when she flutters her lashes and turns away from you as quickly as she had looked up at you in the first place. Maybe it’s because you feel so out of place in the Zenin estate, but it feels like you can’t really tell if anyone is truly being honest around here.
“She’s so quiet around me, I don’t know what she’s thinking,” you mourn as Mai finishes painting the lacquer on your pinky finger. She traces the edge of your nail with her thumb, wiping off the excess.
“The fact that she’s quiet is a good thing,” she chuckles. “If she hated you, you’d know it right away. I’d say she’s rather smitten, I’ve never seen my sister look at anyone the way she looked at you after the tea ceremony. Like she wanted to jump your bones.”
Mai’s amusement seems to grow when you look down, flustered. “It seems I don’t know anything about my wife…”
“You’ll learn.” Mai takes your other hand into her hands, and after dipping the paintbrush into the bottle, begins to paint the nails on your other hand. “Maki is someone who requires some patience… I would know, it took so long for her to even get along with me.”
Your brows rise up in surprise. In your handful of visits to the Zenin estate, the sisters seemed glued at the hip. “Really?”
“I love my sister,” Mai says, without looking away from your fingertips. “But she can be so stubborn. She tells me she likes you. She’ll tell it directly to you in time.”
“She does?”
Mai finished off your pinky nail in the same way she had on your previous hand. You hold out both your hands in front of you, and Mai admires her handiwork with a grin.
“She says she likes your hands. How soft they are—you’ve had an easy life, being a prized omega.” You can’t deny that; unlike Maki and Mai, alphas trained in weaponry as part of growing up in their clan, you’ve simply been raised to look pretty and get married off.
Mai lifts your chin up with an index finger, staring into your eyes. She’s done your makeup, just a light dusting of powder, lining around your eyes, and mascara to bring out your natural color. “And how wide your eyes are, how sweet your face is. It was like pulling teeth but, she said you’re cute.”
You smile. Something flutters in your tummy. “Did she?”
“Don’t tell her I told you,” Mai snickers, before patting down some flyaways from the hairstyle she had done for you earlier. “I mean, she said it years ago, when you came around for the first time. Got a good few days of teasing her out of it. But I’m sure she still thinks the same way.”
Has Maki liked you during this entire arrangement? She’d incredibly good at hiding it, you think, never having been able to decipher her impassive face, and discouraged by her lack of physical affection. Whats with that, then?
“Then why doesn’t she ever give me a sign? I never got that impression from her…”
“Maki is very…” she seems to search for the right word, before adding, “possessive about what’s hers,” Mai says, leaning closer to you. “Maybe she was afraid of scaring you off?”
Possessive? You blink inquisitively. “Scaring me off?”
“Have you ever seen an alpha around their mate, when they’re freshly bonded? Or maybe even in a rut?”
You shake your head; of course you’ve been kept away from such things, being without a mate and all.
“Well. Tonight’s your first night together,” Mai smiles, patting at your cheek. “I think you’ll come to find out what Maki’s true feelings are soon.”
Your stomach flips on itself with anticipation at the thought of what’s to come.
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bites
this post is inspired by @beta-adjacent’s post about bite marks. i got really emotional thinking about friends exchanging bites and wanted to say more about it lol
bonding bite facts
bite scars, like all other scars, vary in visibility and permanence from person to person. in historical practice, various substances (clay, ash, or ink, most commonly) were applied to a fresh bite to improve visibility and permanence. modern practice uses ‘bite powder’ or ‘bite ink’ for those who want a more permanent, easily detectable scar. this is the most common scarification practice, present in most cultures globally.
bites can be exchanged in various locations on the body. claiming or mating bites tend to be found at the scent glands on the neck, but can be left anywhere on the body. marking other locations are considered nontraditional—it would be akin to wearing a wedding ring on a finger other than the left ring finger (in cultures where that is the traditional location).
healthy bonding bites do not typically affect a person’s inherent scent. a person may release more detectable ‘happy pheromones’ after exchanging bites with a loved one, but these tend to fade after a few weeks. conversely, a person may release more detectable ‘distressed pheromones’ after receiving a bite under duress, and these tend to linger much longer.
biting someone who accepts under duress is no different from biting someone who has clearly rejected it. in the US, forcing a bite is considered felony assault and battery
mating bites may be administered in a variety of settings. a traditional practice between omegas and their alpha or beta mates is to exchange bites during their first heat after the pair has agreed to mate. some cultures practice ‘claiming ceremonies,’ where the mated pair exchanges bites in front of their families and friends, community leaders, and/or religious leaders.
bite types
mating or claiming bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the nape. historically, alphas were not marked when mating with betas or omegas, but in current society bites tend to be exchanged between mates of any sex rather than used as a tool for alphas to stake a claim on someone of a so-called ‘lower sex.’
pack or bonding bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the wrist. in some more traditional or long-established packs, either the pack alpha or chief omega administers pack bites to new members. popular culture treats this practice as old-fashioned, with some young people referring to it as a ‘boomer bite.’ in younger or more progressive packs, any member may extend the bite to an unmarked pack mate.
camaraderie bites, also called ‘bestie bites’ - may be located anywhere on the body. a more recent practice, only from the last 60 years or so, stemming from the free love movement and sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s. these bites are exchanged between close friends, but are not typically an expectation. to share a camaraderie bite with a friend is a mark of profound intimacy. in many young adult novels, a life changing experience shared between friends is punctuated by the exchange of camaraderie bites. some groups have expressed displeasure with this trend, as they feel it cheapens the significance of the camaraderie bite.
bite perks
mated pairs report increased happiness in their relationship, though causality between the bite’s presence and relationship satisfaction is unclear.
bite-bonded packs demonstrate a similar phenomenon with similarly unclear causality
friends who exchange camaraderie bites tend to report a stronger sense of connection, satisfaction, and contentment in all of their friendships, not just the bite-bonded one.
individuals in healthy bite-bonded relationships of any type report a stronger sense of self and belonging, which is associated with positive health outcomes, job satisfaction, and overall happiness
bite-bonded married couples and unmarried couples with registered mating bites receive the same social and legal privileges
global acceptance for same sex (i.e. a-a and o-o) mates is increasing rapidly, with legal recognition for these mating arrangements in over 85% of countries
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emosyzoth · 8 months
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tumblr user magowolor posts magolor art (CHEERING AND CLAPPIN) yup yuup mhm thats right
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mayasaura · 11 months
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As a former horse girl, I am standing up for horse girl Harrow rights. Sometimes you’re small and from a rural area so you put all your childhood angst into horseback riding. She would have a small black Arabian and they would have a deep unspoken bond, Aragon-style. She deserves a horse bestie.
While I have trouble imagining Harrow going for a hobby that's both athletic and requires a bond of trust with another living being, what are AUs for if not exploring new angles on characters? I support your horse girl Harrow AU. It would good for her, to have a living companion that doesn't understand complex human ideas like war crimes.
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starcurtain · 10 months
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Outing myself as a Genshin rarepair lover just to say that what I love best about Diluven isn't the "boy and his god" dynamic (though that is very good, chef's kiss yes yes)--what I love most is that both Diluc and Venti (literally, in Venti's case) are characters shaped by their grief, characters who have responded to loss in different and yet equally unhealthy ways.
Venti hides his grief behind a light-hearted veneer, using laughter and antics to dissuade people from taking him--and the things he's experienced--too seriously. He asserts a carefree (sometimes careless) exterior while internally hiding away the pain of his personal losses and the immense pressure of being an archon.
Diluc is the complete opposite. By all accounts, he used to be a happy child, but he's allowed his grief to completely reshape his external self, from a boy who smiled all the time to a quiet, brooding young man who feels best fit for the dark of night. Diluc carries his loss and his deep sense of atonement outside himself for everyone who knows his past to see. It's a weight he can't let go of and doesn't even try to hide.
But who better to help you heal than the person who has faced the same kind of suffering and chosen a different path?
Through Venti, Diluc can learn that a legacy of loss does not have to mean sacrificing joy and companionship in the present; that letting yourself freely express happiness here-and-now isn't a betrayal to the memory of those who are gone.
Through Diluc, Venti can learn that there's no shame to showing one's sadness nor selfishness in sorrow; that you aren't ignoring what was gained by mourning what was lost--that no one will begrudge their god for the times he doesn't feel like singing.
Until until, one day:
A Diluc with reasons to smile unreservedly.
A Venti with someone to sit beside his silence.
So yes, it's about a boy and his god. But also: it's about two people who have experienced the same profound grief and who both, in their own ways, are the exact type to soldier on under the burden of their duties to Mondstadt at deep cost to themselves.
It's about healing your mirror in order to heal yourself, and it doesn't get any better than that.
Like goddamn, what a dynamic.
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ghostclowning · 10 months
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ok lbh is sad n all but. what about zzl. my man dedicated his whole existence unquestionably to the first person that was a little nice to him in all fifteen or so years of his life, and like that's just his love language. just being around and vibing.
and if sqq gave him just a bit more than that he'd be so flabbergasted idk. like damn imagine being loved???touched???the snake part of him can do well without physical contact, but the human(heavenly demon) part of him craves it. oh to get a headpat from master shen.........he'd do anything for it. and yet he'd never ask for attention directly, he'd just be vibing around waiting patiently until master shen notices his suffering and offers his warms hands to help. he'd just be sooo happy
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teathattast · 12 hours
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i wanted to see the world in color
through your eyes and through your mind
i think that i like to sit and wonder
through the night, i think i might
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