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Bunnies, how are you? I hope you enjoyed yesterday's teasers and, if all goes well, next week I'll be feeding you a full-length gothic smut with the magnificent vampire prince Hwa.
But I'm used to spoiling and pampering my bunnies, and so I'm going to share with you a few thoughts that have been on my mind for a while now. Nothing too fancy, just the hottest and most perverse of me.
Imagine you're a 9th Ateez member. You are their little princess, the most precious thing they have. You're well known in the industry for your mesmerizing looks and siren voice, which is in perfect harmony with the boys and creates the most unique and stylish sound. But it is also the reason why you are so popular with other male idols.
You refused to date for a long time, and in general, you hardly had time for it. Unless you were busy with work, you were always busy with boys. However, when you were asked out by Sunghoon from ENHYPEN at the annual awards ceremony, you decided to go on a date.
To say that the boys weren't happy is an understatement. You got a lot of annoyed eye rolls and snide comments, but you have to hand it to them; they kept their wild jealousy in check.
Apart from the fact that you were terribly nervous before the sighting, there were other things you were worried about—more intimate things. You didn't understand how to please a man when things got hot between you, and who better to help you than your great leader, your adorable Hongjoong Oppa?
You shyly asked Hongjoong to talk to you and embarrassedly told him about your worries. Of course, being a great leader, Joong knew exactly how to help you.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll teach you everything."
Now imagine Woo and Hwa teaching you how to suck you off properly while at the same time giving Hongjoong a blowjob. Their plump lips slide wetly over the thick, hot length of their leader's cock while their tongues lick the veins, swelling with excitement.
"Now it's your turn, angel." Hwa says to you, pulling her swollen, reddened lips away from Joong's cock with a wet pop and gently guiding your head down so that your lips surround the head of Hongjoong's cock. "Repeat after Woo, honey; you'll do great."
And of course you do as you're told—licking, sucking, drooling, and sliding your lips along the velvety throbbing length.
"That's my good girl, our precious Chagia." The leader moans, stroking your hair lovingly like a kitten. "That's right, princess; you're doing the right."
Your tongue meets Wooyoung's on the hot, wet head of cock, and all the caressing escalates into a messy, wet kiss between the two of you.
You feel Seonghwa's hot, wet kisses on your neck as Wooyoung continues to fuck your mouth with his tongue. Your "mommy's" elegant hands are not so gentle as they pull off your clothes. His voice is hoarse and deep as Hwa whispers into your skin.
"You don't need anyone but us, princess; we will take care of you, our precious."
"Hwa is absolutely right, kitten; no one is going to love you like we do.".
#ateez smut#kpop smut#atz smut#ateez hard hours#ateez unholy hours#smut#seonghwa x reader#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung smut#seonghwa smut#park seonghwa smut#jung wooyoung smut#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong smut#kim hongjoong smut
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I've been wanting to make this post for a while and, in light of the absolute epic outfits at their first WWWY show, I thought this would be the perfect time:
My Chemical Romance is not the same.
When people think of MCR, they think of eyeliner and blood and vampires and red and black and doom and gloom. And, don't get me wrong, a number of Gerard's outfits show that we still get some of that:
But, nowadays, we also get:
And I'm not just talking about dresses. I'm not just talking about Gerard finally feeling comfortable to wear whatever he wants, because that could be from numerous other factors.
No, I'm also talking about:
They're having fun.
This band had been nonstop since 2003. They went from Bullets to Revenge to Black Parade to Danger Days without much of a break because they were great and they were expected to do something because that's what great bands do; they keep creating things, they churn stuff out for their fans and their industry, they bleed themselves dry for other people because that's their job.
My Chemical Romance thought they were done after The Black Parade. And then they kept going, only because they were desperately trying to rewrite themselves. To rid themselves of those crushing expectations to do something else great. But, no matter what they did, MCR couldn't escape them.
We don't really know the full story behind why they ended things. MCR is notorious for being rather cryptic. But I get the feeling that those expectations were too much. No matter how much they just tried to be themselves, to create things for themselves, to have fun, they couldn't. And constantly doing things for other people starts weighing very heavily. Expectations and threats are only separated by a fine line. And they were tired.
Did they always expect to return...who knows? Certainly not us. Like I said, MCR has always been cryptic. But I do know that they didn't come back the same as before.
My Chemical Romance came back and gave a big "fuck you" to expectations. I mean, The Foundations of Decay gives it all away. They've been playing a vast array of songs, some of which we've barely heard or they haven't played in years. Sister to Sleep, Fake Your Death, Mastas of Ravenkroft, Heaven Help Us, Bury Me in Black, Desert Song, Demolition Lovers. There's clips of Frank, Ray, and Mikey all playing in front of their kids. Frank and Gerard's piss and vinegar shirts, Ray wearing a Mikey Fuckin Way t-shirt, everyone hugging and laughing with each other, Frank literally saying he's having so much fun that he wants to keep playing, Gerard coming out in the most insane outfits, all of them just constantly smiling like a bunch of wonderstruck children.
So, no. MCR isn't the same. But they're having fun. And they're ridding themselves of what My Chemical Romance once was. There's bits and pieces still left that they'll still use but, for the most part, they're tearing down what once was and building something new. For all they knew, this could have all gone down in flames but they don't care because they're who they want to be. And they're giving the middle finger to expectations and to anyone who dares to say that MCR isn't good enough or was better before.
Nostalgia is no good when it blinds you to the better things in the present.
#i fucking love this band#mcr#my chemical romance#gerard way#frank iero#ray toro#mikey way#wwwy fest#mcr wwwy#wwwy#mike hemical rome ants#mcr tour#long posts#lemon media
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WW STREAM HIGHLIGHTS:
ICID isn't Wills official final album, it might be, it might not be, he has no official plans
joe nuts
he isn't going on hiatus cause he feels his work is finished or he's "happy", he's leaving for his mental health, no one should be worried, and he's excited but it's not because he feels "his work is done"
ICIMI isn't his "i feel better" album, he was at an extreme low, not the same as his older albums, but very not well
he is a taken man
he doesn't hate his old music, sometimes complicated feelings, but he doesn't hate it
mental wellness doesn't sound like baritone uke, progress isn't linear, his old work sounds like that cause he's chose to, also he doesn't promise he won't ever do that style again, he may
he's a fluid, non-static being, his opinions can change overtime instead of staying as the last thing he said publicly
he never wanted to go viral and he didn't want to tell people what to do but he ideally doesn't/didn't want his stuff on TikTok (don't fight)
his opinions aren't "your Dad saying 'put your phone down at the dinner table'" or that the internet is fully bad. his opinion is it's capitlistic and corporations are manipulative
people took his "breakdown" in the Meatlocker video too seriously, it was all a bit
people take a lot of his work too seriously, it has meaning but it's not always as serious people take it (example being SDRR)
people took his Wednesday rant too seriously (but also grr Wednesday)
he has a very dry humor
tumblr is nice :)
he's not making references to songs, except three of his official discography, riff in Vampire Culture is "just a chromatic walkdown" not a 6up5oh reference
marsha thankk you totally isn't a typo from a different tshirt he was trying to sell
wooper is his favorite pokemon (he asked his partner lol)
cover songs good, if someone tells you otherwise, eat them.
he shaved his head so people would stop being into him (also cause he was sick of people being gross to him)
he has no problem with people dressing up as him at shows, it's not a trigger, he didn't dress that way cause he was ill, he just liked it
he knows he's cute :)
you can call him handsome/cute, it's nothing to him, just don't be nasty (also he has a partner)
there are no toxic will wood fans, fan culture is bad sometimes, all "fandoms", especially online, have their bad people, like everything
don't believe everything you hear on the internet, people lie for all sorts of reasons, including industry competition, or the story is better (it being his "feeling better" album) telephone is real (also the entire stream was basically dedicated to clearing misinformation, etc.)
he doesn't want people to fight
favorite meme is: what the sneef, im snorfing here
he knows who Jerma is, says he's a fascinating man
attempted to say something in Spanish about having a disembodied head in his hands and eating it
he has a birthday
he likes diet pepsi more than coke
this isn't super comprehensive, i started typing this up late! if anyone has any i missed feel free to let me know 🍄
#mementos#will wood#wwattw#wwatt#will wood & the tapeworms#will wood and the tapeworms#posting this for now cause theres so much
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Happy birthday!!! 🥳 Also, I absolutely love your writing~♡ (your stony soulmate au and vampire tony au are my favorite!!!)
For the prompt: Tony being dragged to a weapon's demonstration by Howard, decides to absolutely piss him off by wearing booty shorts and tank tops—distracting Howard's favorite soldiers: Steve and Bucky
hello ily sorry this has taken so long 🥲
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As long as Stark Industries continues to make weapons, Tony has zero interest in “doing his part” for the company at these military shindigs. Sure, he’s glad that his dad is at least letting him head the efforts for defensive and medical tech, but until the day the weapons department is completely shut down, Tony will not give those power hungry generals the time of day.
So when Howard all but forces Tony into joining him for a five-day trip to Afghanistan for a weapons demonstration, Tony retaliates the best way he knows how. By shamelessly embarrassing his dad.
He takes his sweet time on the plane, lazing casually in his band t-shirt and jeans as they make their descent. He knows he’ll be expected to change into a more “appropriate” outfit once they land because that’s protocol, and he’s looking forward to watching Howard’s head explode later.
That’ll teach him to force Tony into doing anything weapons-related.
By the time the company jet lands, Howard has already changed into his perfectly pressed suit so he can greet the soldiers who have been sent to meet them.
“Hurry up and get changed, Tony. The general has sent his most elite squad to come get us,” Howard says. “Steve and Bucky are the best of the best. Let’s show them some respect and not keep them waiting.”
He turns towards the stairs to disembark.
“What the hell kind of a name is Bucky…” Tony mutters as he heads towards the back of the plane to change his clothes.
Five minutes later, he’s going down the plane stairs like a pageant queen, never mind the fact that he’s dressed like the polar opposite. The chatter between Howard and the two beefcakes facing him abruptly stops when the blonde one spots Tony and immediately blushes a bright red.
When Howard turns to see what the problem is, he goes red too, albeit much uglier and angrier.
“Tony, what in the world are you wearing? Do you really think this is appropriate for a trip of this nature?” Howard seethes.
As he joins the group, Tony looks down at his clothes. His jean shorts cut off six inches above his knees, and his tank bearing his favorite band’s logo is only marginally long enough to not be considered a crop top. He looks damn good, and he knows it.
“I do in fact think these clothes are appropriate, actually. I dressed for the weather.” He pastes on a shit-eating grin and turns towards the soldiers. “Hi, I’m Tony.”
Before either of them could introduce themselves, Howard cuts in.
“Get back in there and change into a proper suit, Tony. This isn’t funny.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. All I’ve packed are shorts and tank tops and t-shirts.”
As Howard splutters, one of the soldiers — the blonde one who had been staring — takes Tony’s hand and shakes it.
“I’m Steve. I, uh, I think you look great. Um, you’ve got nice legs,” he says, his ears turning pink. Tony has a feeling it’s not because of the blazing sun.
The brunette standing next to Steve gently shoves him aside and takes his place in front of Tony.
“Heya, I’m Bucky.” He boldly steps closer and places his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “And if you really do need something else to wear, I’d be happy to lend ya somethin’. I’m sure you’d look incredible in my clothes, doll.” He winks.
Tony glances between the two soldiers, both of whom have not even spared Howard or anyone else a second of their attention since Tony sauntered up to them in his booty shorts and tank top.
He smiles.
Looks like this trip might not be a bad idea after all.
#tony loves blushy steve and flirty bucky in equal measure#stuckony#stevetony#stony#buckytony#winteriron#tony stark#stevebuckytony#kay writes things#bday prompts#sunnysideprincess#ask
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There's a company that looks through beaches to find Selkie skins. They're owned by a big conglomerate in Glasgow, and they've been operating in some shape or another since the first world war, when the powers of Europe first tried utilizing magical creatures for industrial persposes.
The company sometimes sends out young poets and fishermen and bait for the selkies, but often it just sends people out to search the beach for skins and takes them back to the company werehouses. It seems like it wouldn't be profitable, but the material is highly valuable, and especially apricated by Bezos and Musk types, and they've even been selling some to rich vampires and warlocks for their strange perposes with such things.
Of course, the Selkies tend to try to come to get them back, but the company has ways of dealing with that. Whenever one comes to them they'll just tell her that she can rent back her skin now that it's legally their's. And of course, if like most selkies she doesn't have any money, she can just work for them until she's earned enough to start renting it back. It's been quite a profitable system for the last hundred or so years.
Unfortunately for the company the selkies are starting the get more and more careful. Even their swimming routes are changing so that they go near scottland less and less. They've even started to make deals with the werewolves and hobgoblins in the area for better protection.
Though the company is working more twords a business model having to do with renting out the skins and having the selkies work for them more then they are just selling the skins. There's a reason why landlords make more money then anyone selling homes.
Though the newer model does mean more and more selkies have been able to talk with eachother about this. They say some of the employees who collect skins have turned up drowned, and the shareholders have mysteriously disappeared on yacht rides that never return home. Perhaps the ceo should be more worried, those who trifle with faeries rarely find their story as anything but q cautionary tale...
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#writing#fantasy#my writing#my worldbuilding#urban fantasy#leftism#leftist#selkie#selkies#faeries#fae folk#faerie#faecore#fae#faries#dark fantasy#fairies#mythical creatures#mythology#folktale#folklore#short story#shapeshifting#short fiction#flash fiction#anticapitalist#anticapitalism
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lucas reputation reading
this reading is a paid commission, thank you so much for trusting in me! <3
female idols:
most female idols basically think he’s a thief in every sense of the word. let’s say he sees you smoking a cigarette, he can definitely afford his own and maybe even has his own, but he’s gonna bum one off of you anyway - a huge beggar. they think he’ll even “steal” your energy (energy vampire) because he can be a huge trauma dumper. they see him as a player that always has a new girlfriend. they see him as super energetic and social. they think he’s someone who is full of excuses, like he always has some made up reasoning as to why he can’t just complete one simple task himself. they think he’s a really horny guy that hits on anyone, it’s to the point where some may think he’d sleep with almost any woman in the industry so it’s not even special or flattering to be hit on by him. they think he tells a lot of sob stories and he has a lot excuses and may even use his trauma dumping/sob stories as a way to flirt or pull girls (forcing girls to talk and sympathize with him). they think he larps as a “nice guy” to also flirt like, “people don’t ever want to give me a chance even though i’m great and never do anything wrong 🥺” (“don’t i get a hug” vibes)
male idols:
male idols for the most part seem to admire lucas and his closer friend group (& I get that he has A LOT of friends actually) really feel he’s hard done by, lucas is a really big ”bro code” person (bros before hoes) and he’ll really be there for his guy friends like no other, he’s male idols “do anything” bestie. if you need him to come over last minute he will, you ask him for help he’ll do it no questions asked, if you need him to lie for you he’s way ahead of you etc., they also think he has a good memory and they like that about him, if they tell him things he’ll actually remember it. he gets along with men really easily to the point that your personality doesn’t really even matter, as long as you follow typical “bro code” rules you should get along with him pretty well. he’s really there for his male friends and displayed true loyalty to a lot of male idols. gay men in the industry also seem to have an affinity for lucas, finding him charming and attractive. I think he’s good at getting a long with men to the point where if a male idol is gay or bi it’s really easy for them to catch feelings for him. lucas isn’t the distant type and he’s very easy to talk to and get along with.
staff:
most staff really like lucas, he’s really nice to them and open to listening to them. he may even be really conversational and ask them opinions on things in his personal life (“should I buy this?” “what do you think?” “how do you feel about this?”), he’s really good at treating them as if they’re his friends. he’s especially nice to female staff, to the point where they could almost think he’s a feminist. he has very good manners with them and may take care of them well - extremely chivalrous, he does a lot for staff as well (like letting them take his card or putting things on his tab - if a staff member needs to go get him something from the convenience store he’s like, “and make sure to get yourself something too”). the people that work with him right now also feel really bad for him and don’t think what he’s going through is fair - they genuinely see it as all just haters trying to bring him down. staff genuinely love working with him, if they’re working with 10 different idols and 15 different groups throughout the week, their favorite time and what they look forward to most will always be working with lucas.
#kpop tarot#tarot#kpop readings#kpop#wong yukhei#lucas#nct#celebrity tarot reading#celebrity tarot#reputation reading
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My Favorite Games of 2023.
Hi. Hello. Thanks ever so much for clicking on this page. Happy to have you.
First thing's first: I'm a little freak when it comes to video games. I don't feel the need to beat most games I play. From Software is one of my favorite studios in the industry and I've never finished a single one of their games. This means, fortunately, that I get to play a LOT more games than the average bear.
I've written up some blurbs about my top ten favorite games from 2023, but before that here's the list of every game I remember playing this year that left any sort of lasting impact on me (in no particular order):
Dead Space Remake
Resident Evil 4 Remake
F-Zero 99
Humanity
Dredge
Metroid Prime Remastered
Anemoiaplois
Alan Wake 2
Baldur’s Gate 3
LoZ Tears of the Kingdom
Counter Strike 2
Hunt Showdown
El Paso Elsewhere
Jusant
Slay the Princess|
Remnant II
The Finals
Street FIghter 6
Lethal Company
BattleBit Remastered
Don’t Scream
Homebody
The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog
Pizza Tower
World of Horror
Super Mario Wonder
Mr. Sun’s Hatbox
Fifa 23
Sea of Stars (Demo)
Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update)
And the games I played that were NOT released in 2023:
Unpacking
Persona 4 Golden
Picross 7
The Order 1886
Shovel Knight Dig
Lost Planet: Extreme Condition
Spider-Man: Miles Morales
Pac-Man Championship Edition DX
Project Zomboid
Quake
LoZ The Minish Cap
Drill Dozer
Wario Land 4
Pokemon Pinball
Resident Evil Revelations
Summer of ‘58
Trackmania
TwinCop
We Were Here
Visage
Cursed Halo CE
Half-Life 2 (I probably play this once per year)
Witch Hunt
Red Dead Redemption 2
Cyberpunk 2077
Borderlands 3
Brutal Legend
Cultic
Slay the Spire
PUBG
Rez Infinite
Batman Arkham City
Alan Wake
Alan Wake: American Nightmare
Max Payne
LoZ: Majora’s Mask 3DS
Metroid Prime
Metroid Prime 2
Tunic
Everhood
Final Fantasy VII
Final Fantasy VII Remake
GOODBYE WORLD
Yakuza: Like a Dragon
Critters for Sale
Dome Keeper
Phasmophobia
Hades
Nintendo Switch Sports
Now that you understand the kind of freak you're dealing with…
Let's dive into my top ten favorite games from this objectively fucked up year.
10. El Paso Elsewhere
Developed by Texas indie studio Strange Scaffold, El Paso Elsewhere is a Max Payne-clone with vampires, an opinionated narrator, and lots and lots of bullet time. As a small studio punching well above their weight class, Strange Scaffold leans into abstract, PlayStation 1 minimalism when it comes to visuals and pairs them with a soundtrack that will make your hands sweat. The vibes are here and they're ready for the end of the world. I'm personally also a big fan of everything this studio stands for.
9. Mr. Sun's Hatbox
I want you to imagine Metal Gear Solid V. Now I want you to imagine that game as a 2D, level-based, slapstick platformer you can play with up to three friends. If you think that sounds stupid, you'd be right. And it's beautiful. As you build up a secret army of soldiers with various skills (and disorders), you'll start to develop *favorites*. This game constantly asks if you're willing to send those favorites on a harrowing mission and risk losing them forever… or if you'd rather send an idiot you recently captured who blinks constantly and can't kill anyone without fainting.
8. Dredge
Every year I feel like I find one game that falls into the “just one more round” category, and baby… Dredge was it for 2023. As a weary fisherman in strange waters, you'll make the most out of your 12 measly hours of sunlight only for your daily voyages to inevitably pull you into the darkness of night, and night is when things get weird. Rocks emerge from the fog that you swear weren't there before, your equipment malfunctions, and you're pretty sure you just saw something in the water… something big. Despite only containing a small collection of islands, the world of Dredge manages to feel vast - perhaps vast enough to swallow you whole.
7. Resident Evil 4 Remake
I was curious to see what sort of changes would be made to the timeless classic and father of modern 3rd person shooters, Resident Evil 4. I wasn't let down. RE4 Remake takes all the things that didn't age well about the original, tossed them out, and replaced them with only good things. And MORE things! It's campy, fun, and better than a game of bingo.
6. Jusant
I really feel like this one didn't get the recognition it deserves. Jusant is a rock climbing game that combines the quiet contemplation of Journey with the mechanical specificity of Death Stranding. Unlike Death Standing, though, there is very little story to interrupt your flow. There are plenty of collectible bits to find for those curious to learn more about what happened before the events of the game, but the environmental storytelling does most of the heavy lifting. For me, the joy of the game comes from how it feels. Right trigger controls your right hand grip, and left trigger controls left hand grip. Plan your route, manage your stamina, and climb high above the clouds in search of answers.
5. F-Zero 99
This. Shit. Slaps. I've never been a big F-Zero guy, but this MADE me one. The “battle royale”, 99 player format is the perfect fit for the ruthless, high octane world of the game. Races last about three minutes, and friend, they are the most intense, white-knuckled three minutes of your life. The decision to make your boost meter the same as your health meter started in F-Zero 64 (I believe), and it is so much more HARROWING in this game when another player could side-swipe you mere meters from the finish line and blow you to bits. Sadly it's only playable via Switch Online, but it made me cheer, laugh, and scream enough this year to earn a spot in my top 5.
4. Alan Wake 2
Remedy makes weird games that also manage to exist in the AAA space and for that I will forever love them. Although Alan Wake 2 resembles a 3rd person shooter survival horror, I'd honestly say it's more of a narrative game than anything else. There's sidequests, there's puzzles, there's upgradeable skills, but at the end of the day the characters, world, and story are what kept me playing. If you haven't checked them out recently, you should definitely watch a story recap of the original games before diving into this sequel, but the wild swings for the fences this game takes are well worth that small price of admission. There's a god damn musical number, for Christ's sake.
3. The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
I've really got nothing to say about this game that most people don't already know. It's incredible. The fact that Nintendo made a game that redefined an entire genre and then made a SEQUEL to it that ups the ante is remarkable. To be honest, I've only cleared the Rito, Zora, and Goron cities. I got a bit tired of exploring the depths and guiding Koroks to their friends, but I can't deny the sheer level of complexity and polish on display here. I saw someone on TikTok build a functioning Mecha Godzilla in this game. Good God. I've heard that the ending of this game is one of the best in the franchise, and if I'd seen it this year then it may have wound up higher on my list, but for the time being I'll continue picking up this masterpiece from time to time, chipping away at it until the day comes that I can finally smack the tits off thicc Ganondorf.
2. Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update)
I know I'm gonna get shit for this, but I don't care. This year was the 25th anniversary of Half-Life and Valve released an update that made playing it (and it's online Death Match) much more accessible. I threw it on my Steam Deck out of curiosity, expecting to play for 20 minutes. I could not put it down. It is unbelievable how modern this game still feels. I simply had so much fun sprinting through the corridors of Black Mesa with a dozen weapons strapped to my back, blasting aliens and military Spec-Op chumps as a 24(?!) year old theoretical physicist.
1. Baldur's Gate III
This game is fucked up, man. The sheer amount of writing in this game scares me. We can all talk about how BIG this game is, it deserves it, but the thing BG3 does better than any other role playing game I have ever experienced is actually encourage roleplaying. I've played through Act I four times now, with four different groups of friends, and it has felt fresh every time. I have seen the same events play out in so many different ways that it boggles the mind, but in every one of those play sessions I see players asking themselves “What would my lil guy do here?” rather than "what is the best thing to do here?" The game rewards players constantly for just trying shit and the D&D 5e rule set means playing like the character you said you were from the start leads to frequent Points of Inspiration. Maybe one day I'll see the end of this story (probably not), but I don't have to in order to feel a connection with BG3's world, characters, and most impressively, the characters I made myself.
Honorable Mentions for 2023
5. Dave the Diver
4. Homebody
3. Sea of Stars
2. Humanity
1. Super Mario Wonder
Top 5 Favorites NOT from 2023
5. Metroid Prime
4. Final Fantasy VII Remake
3. Cursed Halo (Halo CE Mod)
2. Red Dead Redemption 2
1. Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (3DS)
Games I didn't have a chance to play from 2023 but still want to when I find more time...
Viewfinder
Venba
Chants of Sennaar
Thirsty Suitors
Hi-Fi Rush
Moonring
Armored Core VI
Laika Aged Through Blood
Bomb Rush Cyberfunk
OKAY THANKS BYE!
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The Lost Boys - Former/Human Names
We only know the boys on a first name basis, but long ago they had entirely different identities. Here is what they were known as when they were human 🦇
Peter David Williams Jr. 🖤
If you've read my post about the human lives I've come up for each of the boys, you'll know I said that David was a junior that went by his middle name. He had a very cold and distant relationship with his parents, so he wanted his own identity, not that of his father.
His first name, Peter, was his father's. It's inspired by the character of Peter Pan, of which The Lost Boys is particularly inspired by. Being that he's the leader of The Lost Boys, it only seemed fitting that David's real name would reflect on that.
The surname Williams has gotten passed around a bit in the fandom as David's last name. This is quite fitting as it could represent how he's a man of "will", fighting for his desires.
Marcello Romano 💚
According to Alex Winter himself, Marko never told anyone his real name. Not even the other boys.
In my background story for him, Marko went on the run after he brutally murdered his mother's killer. He lived on the streets for the remainder of his human life until he met David. Being too heartbroken over his mother and too scared of the consequences for taking a life, he told David that his name was "Marco" as a coverup. As far as he was concerned, Marcello Romano no longer existed. When he became a vampire, he was reborn.
When they eventually went back to America, he changed the spelling to Marko and learned to hide his Italian accent.
Marcello means "little warrior", relating to Markos fighting spirit. Romano refers to "of Rome" which is where he was originally from.
Diwane Greyeyes/Dwayne Rivers ❤️
Dwayne is an interesting one because he actually has TWO different human names. One from his time living with his mother's tribe and one living in New York with his father's family.
His father was an outsider who joined the Wyandot tribe his mother was apart of. He learned a lot about their culture and language but sometimes got things mixed up. When Dwayne was born, his mother mentioned the help of the Arendiwane (which is the Wyandot name for the medicine people). His father mistook this as a name and used part of the word to name his first child. Diwane.
The surname Greyeyes comes as inspiration from John W. Greyeyes, a leader and lawyer of the Wyandot tribe. He was buried in the same place Dwayne himself was born.
When his family had to move across the country to New York, his father knew they couldn't use their current identities. It would make them targets for mistreatment and prove to be extra difficult for finding good jobs. So the spelling of his first name was changed to "Dwayne" while his surname was changed to the westernized version of his father's (from Rivera to Rivers).
Paul Henry Moore 💙
Not only is Paul the only Lost Boy to come from a wealthy family, but he's also the only one to not have changed his name at some point. Though he was happy to just go by his first name, as he wanted not to do with the memory of his incredibly abusive family.
The full name is inspired by William Henry Moore, a famous financer who was one of the business owners that merged with Carnegie Steel, which is the industry of which Paul's family got their riches from. Growing up, his parents would call him "Paul Henry" if he was in trouble (which happened a lot).
Ironically, Moore did have a son and a grandson named "Paul".
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Scarlett | Vampire!Danny Wagner X f!Reader | Part 1
Warnings: Stalking, Murder, witness of murder, heavy gore, intense depictions of murder/dying, smoking, alcohol consumption, gaslighting, compulsion/mind-control, magic, foreboding/uneasy tension.
Work Count: 4093
A/N: I've never written something quite this spooky, so I hope you guys enjoy! I present to you, Vampire Danny!
Summary: Danny' has spent fifteen-hundred years on the prowl, using and discarding thousands of bodies once they've served their purpose. There's no use to give feeder's personalities or learn about their lives. Since being turned, people hold little to no significance except to feed upon. It's the blood that matters. And, as much as he tried, animals never satiated his thirst. The truth is the truth. Humans always taste better. Be careful or you're next...
Her blood pounds through her veins, the sound of it in my ears like rushing water through a broken levee. I can sense her presence. Somewhere in this city, she lives innocently, unaware that I know of her, though I don’t know her name or her history. If you believe in destiny like I do, I listen to the ether and whatever draws me to my subjects.
She is vivacious. I can feel the energy licking over my body with naive vitality, and I know. I know that it’s her I must find, that I must possess.
My veins burn as if exposed to capsaicin, the throbbing ache launching me from this emptying parking garage to move deeper into the city to find you. To watch you. To want you. I take one last glance at the darkening cityscape before lowering myself into my corvette. The sky lunges into dusk, and I know that time is of the essence if I hope to find you tonight. I use my senses to pull me through the piling traffic. I take back roads, taking turns using my intuition to guess who you are, and where you may be spending time.
You’re young.
I can sense it easily in our connection. Good. The young ones are my favorite, and they taste the best, too. I feel my canines lowering as I fantasize about you, the sharp fangs scraping against the meat of my lower lip. I enjoy the sensation, feeling most like myself when I can let my mind wander, igniting my adopted instincts. I feel my eyes focusing harder now, my awareness intensely heightened.
I never liked the city lights. To me, they’ve always been one of the more annoying inventions since the Industrial Revolution. The one thing they do provide for me, though, is the distraction, especially in a big city like this one. It’s ironic really. You’d think ample lighting would keep darkness from invading, but it’s quite simple. Bad things happen to good people no matter what. It’s a vicious cycle, but even put more simply, it’s called strategy. I’ve known for fifteen-hundred years that with a keen sense for human nature and with just enough charisma, you can do almost anything and get anything and anyone you want. Marquee lights and logos pull gazes upward while I strike from behind. They never suspect me.
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“Scar, what are you waiting for? Get your ass in here, ” one of your best friends, Jordan, practically yanked you inside of the nightclub. Something in the air felt sinister, and though you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it was, your attention was still drawn to the darkness beyond the brightly-lit sidewalk and entrance to the nightclub. A loud, muffled beat thrummed through your body as you stepped into the large room, deafening your ears to nearby voices. The room was equipped with fog machines that casted a thick, low-hanging blanket of smoke. Bright lasers sliced beams of light through the haziness from one end of the venue to the other. From where you stood, the room was electrified with what seemed like every color of the rainbow. Somehow, though, aside from the laser show, the room itself was not brightly lit. What seemed like hundreds of bodies touched, groped and danced on the floor as you waded through the narrowing walkway.
“Grab my hand!” Jordan shouted over the music. You weren’t quite sure what she had said, but you took her hand anyway, letting her direct you through the crowd toward the dance floor. So many people this close to you made you feel extremely claustrophobic, but you silently attempted to push the feelings aside in hopes that you’d reach a pocket of open space shortly. Then, the same feeling that previously flooded your body was back again–the feeling of something watching, as if you were its prey. No one would understand what you were experiencing, and hell, you felt stupid for being so paranoid. As your gaze flicked up toward the bar, a strike of energy surged through your body, searing your vision with blinding light. Every inch of your body felt like it was burning from the inside out until you opened your eyes.
And there he was.
A man stared at you. Into you. From where you stood, you were frozen in place, staring into his eyes while people jostled you about.
“Move!” A disgruntled man growled at you, shoving past.
“Sorry…” You muttered distantly to him in apology. The man who stared at you from the bar was incredibly handsome. So much so that his beauty seemed otherworldly–like if you dared to look away from him, you’d never experience that type of attraction again for as long as you lived. He sat with a confident stoicism that struck you as being out of place, as if he were a moving statue brought to life out of a world-famous art museum. He was tall and muscular, but not overtly so. His hooked nose was Romanesque, curved in an aquiline shape. His dark hair coiled neatly around his face, making him look more like a Roman God than some unassuming man in a club. His eyes were dark and sinister and as they swept over you, it felt as if he had stripped you bare and could see all of you at once–your entire life, your family, your aspirations, your deepest fears and greatest desires. You were pulled out of your trance when Jordan tugged on your hand.
“Hey! You’re in peoples’ way. We have to move in deeper–” she shouted, but you protested.
“Wait–” You spun to look back at the man through the cluster of moving people, and when you did, he was gone. You whipped your gaze around, trying to process where he could have gone so quickly, but when you saw no evidence of his presence or his exit, you forced your legs to move forward with Jordan toward the DJ.
“D-Did you see that?” You called after her. She turned her head toward you, but her face scrunched with confusion.
“What?” She yelled over the music.
“That man!” You said, rushing up closer to her. “He was staring at me.” Jordan shook her head and shrugged.
“Probably thought you were hot as fuck!” She grinned, her perfect teeth glowing purple under the blacklight overhead. You offered her a thin smile in exchange. “Maybe you should go talk to him!” She said, beginning to move with the music. She pulled you close so she wouldn’t have to shout anymore. “Rachel should be here soon. I’ll dance with her instead. You suck at it, anyway.” She smirked at you with a wink and released your hand. “Go! Have fun and be safe. Keep your phone on you at all times.”
The freedom to find the mysterious man felt exhilarating, and though you wouldn’t admit it to Jordan, his gaze filled you with fear, but also with unexplainable longing. “Okay,” you told her. “Are you sure?”
“Go! Get railed or something,” She chuckled. “Oh wait,” She paused, reaching into her bag. “Take these, just in case.” She reached for your hand and opened it, tucking in two condoms.
“Jordan!” You gasped with a wide grin.
“Have fun!” She winked, and filtered deeper into the crowd without you. A wave of anxiety rolled over you as soon as you were alone. The music continued to pound in your ears, and for a moment you felt quite inebriated though you hadn’t taken a single sip of alcohol yet.
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For hundreds of years now, I’ve been able to cloak myself within plain sight, only revealing my true identity when my subject is within seconds of death. Others that have known me more...intimately, have usually served as my feeders. I’ve had men and women in my bed throughout the last fifteen-hundred years, many of them truly incredible lovers, but unfortunately, they’ve all ended up dead. Turns out I have very poor impulse control. I’ve gone to mortal therapists, and they’ve all told me the same thing, besides being a psychopath of course, that I’m a narcissist. I beg to differ. I believe in hedonism. I desire the finest things in life, and being immortal just gives me more time to enjoy it all.
I make eye contact with you and know that I’ve ensnared you, though you aren’t aware of it just yet. Those beautiful bright eyes staring back at me like a deer in headlights. It’s not hard for me to return your gaze. I feel no anxiety, only determination. I shake the ice in my half-empty old fashioned and consider how the rest of my night will progress. Seems as I’m just getting started, I abandon my drink and hunt, knowing you won’t leave without finding me.
My eyes roam in and above the crowd, looking for loners–people with nowhere to be, and no one to wait for them back at home. I lock my gaze onto a young man who looks to be about my age. He’s wearing thick glasses, his hair slicked back awkwardly. He looks out of place and anxious. He holds his arms close to his body like he’s used to being viewed as an annoyance to others. Why is he here? I ask myself silently, but given that I don’t have any context, I choose to follow him instead. I like it that way. He’ll end up dead soon enough, either way. In the time being, I’ll write my own story of his life, knowing very well how it will end. I feel my fangs begin to scrape against my bottom lip, and I know that I must feed soon.
I follow the man further into the dark venue and realize he’s heading toward the bathroom. Perfect. I round the corners silently and trail him into the back, dimly-lit hallway. Back here, the noise is minimal, which makes it important to stay quiet. I’m quick, but the only way to stop people from screaming is to kill them, and I’m not interested in compelling an entire night club to forget everything. I watch as the bathroom door swings shut behind the guy, and, taking one quick look behind me for anyone watching, I disappear into the bathroom behind him, hoping I’ll get a lucky break by no one else being in any of the stalls.
Sure enough, he’s the only one inside. Standing at the urinal, he unzips his pants and relieves himself, and, being the gentleman I am, I let him finish as I pretend to use the urinal beside him. I do not look at him. I wait for him to zip up his pants and turn toward the sinks before I lunge for him, reaching to sink my teeth into his perfect neck, directly into his jugular.
“What the fuck?!” He shouts as I bite down, his hands darting upward to attempt to peel me from him, but he can’t. He is powerless under my grip. I siphon the blood from his veins quickly, feeling my body becoming revitalized with every passing second. He still manages to scream loudly, and, in the moment, I should have regretted being lazy and choosing to not compel him before feeding. I make eye contact with him through the reflection in the mirror as he looks up with horror. He’s realized that I’m all over him, my face and neck covered in his blood. He also knows that most likely, he will die. I can’t help but grin.
“If you keep screaming, you’ll be dead in the next thirty seconds,” I warn him. He doesn’t listen, of course. They never do.
“Fuck you!” He screeches, kicking against me with all of his might. They never learn, I tell myself. With a wicked grin, I reach just under his jawline with both hands, and mercifully, I throw my hands upward, decapitating him easily. It’s a shame. I watch his body fall to the floor, his face still wide-eyed with terror. His mouth still moves as I watch the life drain from his mortal eyes. Blood spurts everywhere, in every direction, and I lament over the waste of a meal. I drop the head to the tile floor, watching it roll away from me. The floor pools with delicious blood, and, if I didn’t have standards, I would have saved every drop for myself.
Someone is coming.
I turn slightly over my shoulder as I hear the hurried footsteps. Wiping my mouth with my forearm, I turn toward the door. And there she is.
As beautiful as any creature I’ve ever seen, I watch her eyes widen and her jaw drop as she takes in the scene in front of her. It’s actually quite comical to think about, and I wonder if she’s ever seen this amount of blood at one time. My hands are covered in it, my leather jacket practically dripping from crimson spatter.
“Oh my God! What the fuck!?” She screams at me, her face draining of all color. And just like that, she’s on the run, prey in the eyes of the hunter.
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You weren’t sure how your feet kept up with your body in the moment. All you could remember was seeing so much blood. The man that caused it all was the same man that was staring at you earlier from the bar. You knew better than to rush through the crowd again, knowing you’d get stuck on the way out. Instead, you booked it toward the employee only area and searched for a service entrance. You turned to peer over your shoulder far too many times, because you knew he’d be searching for you, and like the dead man in the bathroom, you knew that you’d be his next victim.
“There you are,” a man’s voice slithered into your ears as you landed on the pavement outside of the club. You realized instantly that you’d made a grave mistake by choosing this back exit. Now, no one would bear witness to your murder, and even worse, you doubted anyone could hear your screams over the noise of the club. He leaned casually against the brick wall of the building across from you. His face was shadowed in darkness. You froze in place, horrified to even ponder how he’d beaten you out of the building.
“I have a knife!” you warned. “Stay away from me!” In truth, you had nothing to defend yourself, but figured it was better to lie than to die.
“A knife?” He asked matter-of-factly, pushing himself off of the wall. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, placing it between his lips. “Want one?” He asked, tilting the box in your direction. You flinched, stepping back. He lifted one hand to his mouth to shield from the wind as he lit the end of the cigarette. You could see the drying blood on his hands. “And what exactly do you plan to do with that knife, darling?” He asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing bright red.“Surely not to stab me.” You stood in place, trembling from head to toe. You flitted your gaze from him over to each side, considering how to exit. “You poor thing,” he teased, his voice wafting through the air like velvet. His tongue clicked “You have no idea, do you, hm?” You watched as he took a step forward toward you, and you jumped back.
“Don’t!” You shouted at him.
“Don’t do what?” He asked slowly, cocking his eyebrow upward with curiosity. He was devastatingly beautiful, and though what you saw in the bathroom filled you with terror, something inside of you considered staying, even though your intuition should have told you better. “What are you scared of, little one? Why aren’t you running?” He asked with a knowing grin.
“I–I–” You stuttered, your eyes darting left to right as you considered where to go. “You’re gonna let me go?” You asked him, your fist bunching at your sides.
“Run along before I change my mind,” he responded matter-of-factly.
As quickly as you could, you sprinted down the dark alleyway away from him, the gravel crunching under your shoes as you ran. And then he was in front of you, smirking. When he opened his bloody mouth, you saw the fangs as they glimmered under the street lamps.
“Too slow,” he almost sang. You halted in place, and considered turning to run the other way, but as you spun on your heel, he launched forward, clawing at you with his arms outstretched. In his clenched fist, he caught your ponytail and looped it around his fingertips, yanking you backward, where you landed on your back. The force knocked the wind out of you, and your scalp ached from his grip.
“Don’t–” you begged quietly, your voice sounding foreign as it left your mouth. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, Darling,” the man said, lifting his gaze to look into your eyes. You watched as his pupils dilated, and then returned to their normal size. His gaze pierced through you as if altering your brain chemistry.
“You’ll forget everything that happened to you. You drank too much. No one touched you. You will go back to your friends, and you’ll forget what you saw in the bathroom. You’ll forget me once I finish feeding.” His hands gripped tightly around your body as he spoke. His face was crusted with dark blood, and even so, he possessed a haunting beauty that unsettled and awoke something that lay dormant in your soul for your entire life. Feeding. He said feeding. Before you could process, he lunged forward and pinned you against the earth. An unearthly shriek exploded from your lungs as his fangs sank into your neck. In a moment of inexplicable clarity, you felt every sense ignite, your entire body burning from the inside out with literal flames licking off of your skin, illuminating the dark and grimy alleyway. Your scream morphed into a deafening howl that made even your ears ring. The roar that left your body initiated a moment of pure power and supernatural defense. In a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, you felt your entire being morph into something otherworldly, siphoning all of the energy in the atmosphere to harness this incredible, volatile power. Your captor hissed and yelped from the burns searing his body, yet he still hauled himself on top of you. An incredible calmness overrode your terror, and with simple instinct, you lifted your hand to your side, and closed your eyes, manifesting the man’s image in your head. The scene played out in your mind before it happened, and once you were satisfied, you opened your eyes, your powers having run their course, ripping his body off of yours and leaving him floating high in mid-air in the middle of the alleyway.
His eyes widened in surprise, but not necessarily from fear. They had shifted from a deep shade of chocolate brown to that of molten gold, his hair spiraling around his head in glorious display. He was terrifying, yet inarguably captivating; and yet, you were the one with power now. In one motion across your own throat with the tips of your fingers, you manifested that you’d slit his throat, and, just like before, you watched as your power took hold and echoed the command upon his neck, slicing one deep, fatal gash from one ear to the other. You watched the blood messily pour from the gash, spilling onto his clothes, down his arms, off of his body and onto the pavement below, painting it bright crimson. You watched with relaxed determination as he began to gurgle and choke on the blood, his eyes becoming half-lidded with weariness, his body beginning to convulse and seize where he hung. Power filled your body with dignified confidence, and in the moment, you didn’t worry once about the blood. You wanted him dead. Annihilated into dust.
Looking down at your hands, your mind began to return to that of human instinct. Your sudden lack of compassion had disturbed you as the power leached from your grasp. You’d grown up having powers—you knew you had them, but it had been years since they’d appeared, and even so, you’d never been capable of harnessing this much energy before. It hadn’t been unusual for you to be able to make certain objects float, or make things move on their own. You’d kept this gift to yourself all of these years, never revealing the truth to anyone. This instance, however, was something very new, and, without a single drop of alcohol in your system, you knew two things were true. You were sober and that this was very, very real, and the man hanging in the air above you was most definitely not human.
You lifted your gaze up at him, half-expecting him to be dead. And when you did, he opened his eyes, smirked, and then laughed. You watched as he spat the blood dismissively at the ground before he straightened easily and stopped trembling from feigning death and began to cackle as if he’d seen something incredibly amusing. When you made eye contact with him, he grinned widely, his teeth painted deep maroon as blood dripped out of his mouth and off of his chin. His fangs glinted off of what little light was expressed from the street lamp on the path behind the club.
“Wow,” he finally said, scoffing. “I don’t know what I expected, but it sure as fuck wasn’t that,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Color me impressed!” You watched in horrified confusion, speechless as to how the man hanging in front of you could still talk, let alone breathe. Peering down at your hands, you silently questioned how you were able to defend yourself from him.
“What are you?” You asked him maliciously, balling your fists at your side. You watched as he casually crossed his arms across his chest.
“I could ask the same thing about you, sweetheart.” He smirked widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are you a witch?” He asked.
“I–I don’t know,” you answered defensively. “What are you?” You asked again, venom laced between every word. He huffed a chuckle through his nose.
“You haven't figured it out yet? I took you as being much smarter than that, Scarlett.” Your attention snapped upward as he said your name for the first time.
“How the fuck do you know my name?” You asked him, practically hissing as you spoke.
“Was it a secret?” He asked, his lips turning upward in a smug expression.
“Who the fuck are you!?” You shouted lifting your arm in front of you, ready to will your power back in place.
“I’m Danny. Daniel if I’m in trouble,” he answered simply. “Friends call me Danny.” He spoke as if he’d sat down for a cup of coffee with you. How could someone so malicious and evil be so careless? You let silence drift for a few moments. “Let me walk you through it, Darling,” he sighed. “Can you let me down first?”
“No!” You answered immediately.
“Do I still scare you?” He asked. “It’s the fangs, isn’t it?” You watched as he opened his mouth, noticing the prominent canines that protruded into sharp points at either side. Then suddenly, they morphed back into normal, human shape. “And the blood?” He asked. “You can use your witch powers to clean it off, can’t you?”
“You’re a fucking murderer,” you hissed through your teeth, squeezing your hands into fists at your side. “I’m not doing shit for you. I should call the police.”
“Honey, if you wanted an aftershow, you really should have just asked. I’m hungry anyway, and, while I was about to feast on you, I don’t prefer witch blood.”
“I’m not a witch,” you spat at him. He chuckled menacingly.
“And I’m not a fucking vampire.”
With as much power as you could muster, you closed your eyes and imagined him being slammed into the earth. Hard. You turned and prepared to walk away before opening your eyes and letting it be done, hearing a loud thud on the ground behind you. Something in you had shifted, the terror morphing quickly into amusement, a wide grin plastered across your face as you walked away from him, listening to the moans and groans that escaped from his body as he picked himself up from the pavement.
End of Part 1.
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Vampire Bucky Drabble
wc. ~1900
pairing. Vampire!Bucky x reader
summary. Bratting has it's consequences, especially when your lover is Bucky Barnes, a vmapire who owns the most popular night club in the city
warnings. Dirty talk, degradation, bondage, use of a riding crop,
The old industrial warehouse turned nightclub was an absolutely gorgeous space. The exposed brick was painted with graffiti from artists all over the city, both professional and amateur. The windows were patterned between plain and colored which made the place look mysterious against the night sky. And of course, the piece de resistance was the immense skylight overhead; allowing in the moon to be the ultimate spotlight above the crowd. The club’s biggest draw, though? The patronage.
The club was designated as a “safe” hunting ground for vampires. Any human who walked through the door accepted the risk of being bitten. But Bucky’s most important rule was to never take too much; just enough to leave the humans a little dizzy (and ready to party). Anyone vampire caught breaking that rule was…taken care of. And thanks to the protection of Bucky and his crew, this den of depravity became an extremely popular place. Giving humans with specific interests a place to indulge and giving vampires a safe meal.
Tonight, the place was packed wall to wall with the city’s nightlife; human and undead alike. And here you were, a mere human walking into the lion’s den. You strutted through the crowd, head held high as you made your way up to the bar to the only empty seat. A seat that was always vacant, reserved just for you.
You’d almost gone for the fishnet tights but decided to leave yourself exposed; it would be better for your plans. The custom-made Christian Louboutin shoes fit you perfectly and the halter top with a rose embroidered up the side left your neck fully exposed. You adjusted your skirt as you looked up and down for a bartender, finally spotting your favorite.
“Hey Steve, can I get a Bloody Mary?” you teased, much to annoyance of the blonde behind the bar.
“What are you doing here (y/n)? Bucky told you to stay home tonight. It’s been a feeding frenzy; Not safe for you.”
“Oh, come on. You know he won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will you.” Steve smirked in response.
“You got that right, doll. All right, you want a drink, I’ll get you one. You’ll want it once he finds out you’re here.” He turned around and grabbed the bottle of passion fruit rum, mixing it with the bright red fruit punch specifically for the drink, also adding a few maraschino cherries and an umbrella. “Here you go. One ‘Princess’. Sans the special ingredient.” Steve winked at you and took the drink.
All of the drinks on the menu could be mixed with blood, due to the club’s patronage. Humans, however, were not allowed to be served alcohol because the feeding left them too drowsy; adding alcohol to the mix would not be good. The mocktails, though, were amazing for people’s blood sugar and made their blood taste sweeter. And yours was the most popular. But you were the only exception to the no alcohol rule, because Bucky was the only one ever allowed to feed from you.
It didn’t take long before you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned to see Sam standing there, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gunna wanna come with me, hun. The boss wants to see you.”
“Oh, does he now? I didn’t even get to finish my drink.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully. “I guess I should go and greet him. Steve, can you pour me…” the words hadn’t left your lips before Steve was setting down Bucky’s favorite drink. A whiskey mixed with a shot of the reserve of your blood Steve kept exclusively for Bucky.
“Go get em, tiger.” Steve said. You took it and gestured for Sam to lead the way.
“He’s not happy, sweetheart. Not happy.” Sam warned you, bringing you down the hallway then upstairs to where the office was.
“I’d be surprised if he was.” You retorted. Sam let out a huff of a laugh.
“You got guts, girl. I’ll give you that.” He stopped outside of the door. “You’re certainly wearing a decent choice of battle armor.” The piece de resistance to your ensemble; to fight off the fall chill, you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket. That was the reason you knew you were safe in the club. Bucky’s scent was all over you, and no vampire in their right mind would touch what was his.
“Good luck.” Sam opened the door for you and you stepped inside. The room wasn’t completely dark, lit by a single desk lamp. Bucky himself was staring out the window that looked over the dance floor. You walked over to his desk, setting the drink down.
“I brought you your favorite.” You said, making him scoff.
“Babydoll, what are you doing?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” you asked and in the blink of an eye, he was stood behind you; his metal hand wrapped around your throat.
“I mean…strutting in here, dressed like a slut, and putting yourself in danger.” He growled in your ear. “I’m lucky you’re smart enough to wear my coat or I would’ve had to kill anyone who dare thought they could touch what belongs to me.” He squeezed your throat on the last word, making you gasp. His other hand started to pull your skirt up. “That’s what I mean.” Bucky let out a row rumble in his chest. “And no panties either?”
“I was boooooored.” You whined, rubbing back against him. He squeezed more, making your breath catch in your throat.
“You were bored…” Bucky repeated. “Well, let’s see if we can entertain you.” He dragged you over to the leather sofa, pulling his jacket off you and tossing it away before undoing the tie on your top and pulling it down to expose your breasts. Then, he bent you over and held you down with one arm while undoing his belt with the other. You struggled a bit but he gave a quick smack to your ass, making you freeze
“Stop squirming, slut. You said you were bored. So, let’s play.” He wrestled your hands behind your back, tying them with the belt. Once he was sure you were secure, he went over to the cabinet where he kept a few toys…for just an occasion such as this. Bucky ran his hands over every one of them until he settled on the perfect one. You turned to see what he’d chosen, but your world went dark as he used his tie to blindfold you.
“My pretty little slut…” He purred, then you felt him run something over your face. You inhaled sharply as you recognized it. The crop. “Tell me your safe word, doll.”
“Winter, sir.” You whimpered and he hummed in approval, rubbing his hand over your back.
“Such a good girl.” He kissed your cheek a tender juxtaposition to the sting of the crop on your ass, making you moan. You held as strong a reserve as possible, but around the 10th stroke, you started to break. You started to whimper and whine. Bucky grabbed your hair and his lips were against your ear as he asked.
“What’s’a matter baby, does it hurt?”
You sniffed and whimpered “Yes, sir,” in response.
“Good, maybe next time I tell you to stay at home and be safe, you’ll follow my directions.” Ten more strikes from the crop rained down on your ass before Bucky thankfully had mercy on you. You heard the thud as the crop hit the floor. Then, his hands were on you, one hand moving between your legs.
“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re fucking soaked, doll. I don’t think that was really a punishment for you.” He mocked, making you clench your thighs. He pulled you up and led you over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you down on his lap, facing away. His flesh arm caressing your waist while his metal arm went between your legs; his fingers cool on your clit as he traced circles around it.
“Such a naughty little girl…my naughty little girl.” You heard him undo his zipper before you felt his cock pressing against you. “I take care of you, treat you well, spoil you rotten…and what do you to repay me? Show up here, teasing me, showing off what belongs to me…What am I going to do with you?” he asked but the feel of Bucky’s cock against you was distracting you too much to answer. He pinched your clit suddenly, making you thrust hard and squeeze his cock. “Dumb little baby too focused on my dick to answer? Guess I better her what she wants, just like always”
At that moment, he thrust up into you, hard. You chocked out a gasp; even after a few years with him, he still made you feel so full. He leaned in close to your neck and inhaled deeply.
“Fuuuuuck doll. You have no idea what you do to me. Your blood, your cunt, you…you’re so fucking perfect for me…” Bucky growled, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as he kept rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. “And you look so beautiful on my cock like that. I know drinking from you makes your orgasm feel even more intense. And you taste so good.”
Every word Bucky said drove you mad with pleasure. He knew just what to say to make you soaking wet. His deep, husky voice could make sin sound like salvation. He knew all the right buttons to push and you loved him.
“Please, please can I cum, Bucky?” you pleaded.
“You wanna cum?” Moving his hand from your waist, he grabbed your hair, gently tilting your head back. You felt his fangs scrape along your neck… “You think you deserve it after how you acted?” Bucky’s fingers on your clit got faster and faster.
“I’ll be good Bucky, I promise.”
“I don’t know, I’ve heard that before. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you in my office all day so I know you behave. You wanna be my little cockshut all day?”
“Whatever you want.” You promised, biting your lip.
“Cum for me, doll!” Bucky ordered, biting hard into your neck as he gave a final thrust before sinking his fangs into your neck.
The heightened sensation of Bucky drinking from you matched with the pain and pleasure of his bite and his attention to your clit drove you over the edge completely and so you came hard; your pussy gripping his cock tightly. He gave a few more thrusts before he stilled and you felt his cum filling you up.
Bucky drank from you long enough for both of you to ride out your orgasms. Bucky let go of your neck, not wanting to drink too much from you. He undid the belt from your wrists and, while keeping his cock inside you, helped you settle on his lap. You grabbed onto his suit jacket, breathing in the comfort of his scent. When Bucky removed your makeshift blindfold and you were greeted with the sight of his gorgeous smiling face, somehow made even more handsome with the sight of your blood staining his lips.
“Hi doll.” Bucky said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Hi Bucky. I missed you.”
“I missed you too baby.” You sagged even more against him. But he shook you gently, rousing you the exhaustion that threatened to turn to sleep.
“Don’t get too comfortable doll.” Bucky teased. “You owe me a dance. And you’re gunna do it with me dripping down your legs.”
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For people with actual culture and the ability to actual appreciate art and read critically, Vampire in the Garden is a beautiful, heart-felt take on classic star-crossed lovers via the medium of music in a painterly, evocative setting of the decaying culture of Russia’s slide from tsarist decadence into militant communist utilitarianism.
Where Humans have retreated behind tall concrete walls and use industrial technology, military might, and hard labour to survive the onslaught of blood-thirsty vampires and the cold of winter, the vampires live amidst decaying palaces and mansions awash in the lingering remnants of art, music, and history as their lower classes lose their minds to their hunger and their base instincts, starving for blood.
Among them, our protagonists are both outcasts; a human girl disillusioned with the bleak and joyless life of the stronghold desperate for meaning, and the Queen of vampires, equally disheartened by the meaningless brutality and decline of her people and burdened by the tragedy of her lost love, who meet in the dark of night, both of their yearnings for more connected by the simple act of mournful song as they travel together to search for a paradise where they can live together, human and vampire and appreciate music and love in peace.
Frankly; this movie is beautiful. The aesthetic of post-revolutionary industrial Russia feels under-utilized in similar media, and the depiction of the snowy reaches and dilapidated mansions as both harsh and deadly but also beautiful and serene comes across clearly between the more gritty struggles of human and vampire existence. Music and visuals are both pristine and evocative, and there’s plenty of vivid imagery reflecting the narrative.
The explicit and central homosexuality of the protagonists as both women-loving-women is integral to the story and serves to enhance the Shakespearean tale of love, war, and tragedy as their struggles to express themselves clash in parallel with the rigid expectations of their societies; a queen expected to marry and breed to continue her imperial bloodline, and a girl expected to surrender personal desires to the uncaring military machine.
No slouches either; the antagonists and deuteragonists of the film are no less ripe for dissection; men and women so wholly committed to the ideology of their regime that reconsideration is impossible; who have given their lives and their love to the cause and would sooner die than be broken by the weight of their sacrifices bearing down on them even as the lies unravel and reality confronts them head on.
I’d absolutely recommend Vampire in the Garden to anyone looking for anime with more artistic integrity and cinematic grandeur than mainstream fare, but it’s absolutely essential that it’s watched as one piece! Despite Netflix’s format and advertising, this is not a television series with 5 episodes! This is a feature-length movie cut into 5 parts! Please watch them all together!
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Books of 2024 (2023 or close to it)
Thank you for the tag @barbex it sounds like a fun one hehe. 9 books should be listed that were read in the last 12 months (or alternatively liked when you read it) if I'm right. And when I read the rules I had the same reaction: mind went blank on if I ever read a single book lol. Luckily I keep track of my reading because I like watching them back.
No pressure tagging: @aninkwellofnectar, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @circa-specturgia, @aalinaaaaaa, @dyrewrites, @italiangothicwriteblr, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @blind-the-winds and anyone who wants to join.
All of the listed were read last year and which I liked especially.
When The Stars Alight by Camilla Andrew (@aninkwellofnectar). Bi MC, gaslamp fantasy, gothic, court intrigue, delicious spice
You've already seen this many times on my page, because I really enjoyed this book and it was a window to many things I didn't know I'd enjoy in a story. So many beautiful description, beautifully emotional and sexy sex, rarely seen complex character dynamics and so much mouth watering food.
Éjféli Iskolák (Midnight Schools) by Attila Veres. lovecraftian horror set in Budapest
It's a horror short story collection by a hungarian author who I got recommended by a collegue. Attila Veres has a talent to capture that melancholic, sometimes surrelistic feeling living in Budapest which makes his work so authentic. But also very Big Ew for all the horroristic shit he created (in the best way.) My favourite one was the 'Porn After Midnight'.
Yumi and The Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanders. M/F romance focus, sci-fi/fantasy, anime-esque
You all know I'm a Sanderson trash. And the fact I, the slowest reader on the earth, read this book in two days, proved that very much lol. It felt like watching an anime, I swear to god. There's magic, time travel kinda thing, pretty innocent humour, loads of painting in it.
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickenes. christmas nostalgia, historical fiction?
We all know this, but I'm very behind on classics book-wise so I began to catch up last year. Espceially because I love the animated movie so much. It was a lovely and educative read.
Y/N by Esther Yi. litfic, kpop fandom and industry satire basically, comteporary
It was one of my favourites from last year tbh, because I couldn't put down the damn e-reader. A very strange little read, 100% unhinged, but made me realise I might enjoy litfic, so I'll read more this year. Also, the story is not "summarizable" but the fact that this is the first two review on GoodReads tells a lot I think:
reading this feels like that one night when i accidentally smoked weed for the first time
I sort of feel like I just hallucinated this entire thing
Yeah.
Even Though I Knew The End by C. L. Polk. F/F romance, fantasy, novella
Lesbian magical detective. Done, sold. I wanted to read this a while now, and it did not disappoint. It gave exactly what it promised. Fast paced little adventure with some humour and a lovely couple. Not a life-chaning read but as I mentioned, it gave what it promised. I enjoyed it anyway.
Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice. M/M romance kinda, supernatural, philosophical
Finally started to read the books my all time favourite movies are made of. Loved every bits of this, though sometimes it got way too wordy or I don't even know what. Overall though, it got me. Full of contemplation about human nature, God (though I could do a bit less without that) and death, plus the iconic vampire husbands and their arguments. It's just a real long broody monologue of Louis tbh. I'm fine with that it seems, though.
Legend & Lattes by Travis Baldree. F/F romance (not focus), cosy fantasy
Read pretty fast too. It's very much what it promises also. Cosy, and relaxing, and endearing. Love the concept of how a stoic warrior woman can settle finally and do something other than fighting. It was cute.
Tress of The Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson. M/F romance (not that important i think), cosy fantasy, Princess Bride-vibes
Yes, I got all the secret project, because of course I would. This one was also something like Legends & Lattes imo. In Sanderson style tho. I'm also loving when the narrator is a third person telling the story. Those are always fun. Oh and the story had many cuteness, humour and Our Flag Means Death kinda pirates.
#tag games#book recs#sandersons are my comfort reads what can i say#this year will be all about unhinged and dark and horror tho#fun times
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Warhammer Gaslamp: Imperial Society
(For the Introduction, see here)
The State
In many ways, the Empire of Man in 2725 IC is scarcely recognizable compared to the rickety feudal monarchy of the 2500s. While the Grand Provinces still exist on paper, the vectors of power have transformed radically. In exchange for generous subsidies from the central government, seats in the Imperial Parliament's House of Nobles, and other privileges, the Elector Counts and the provincial nobility have ceded much of their de facto independence - such that it is now provincial law that must be approved by the Emperor's Prime Estates in Altdorf for harmony with Parliamentary law and Imperial regulation, not the other way around.
While the electoral franchise has been gradually extended to all adult men with an income of 12 marks (one for each of Sigmar's tribes), as well as veterans of all income levels, the Imperial Parliament's power of legislation and the purse is balanced by the immense state capacity of the Imperial Bureaucracy. A massive civil service of some 2 million public sector workers who answer to the Emperor and his Chancellor (who also serves as the Chairman of the Council of Ministries) the Imperial Bureaucracy is fanatically meritocratic and even though the sons of the elite are disproportionally represented (especially in the top ranks), mere birth and privilege are not enough to succeed in government. Even the bluest of bloods must still pass the draconian Entrance Exams and follow those up with a strong record of Yearly Performance Assessments in order to survive the political knifefighting and rise through the ranks.
In addition to the General Staff of the Imperial Armed Forces, the Treasury Ministry, and the Ministry of Industry and Public Works, one of the most influential of the Ministries is the Health Ministry. Emerging out of a longstanding compromise between the Farmer-Artisan Party and the Patriotic Party, the Health Ministry is in charge of the Sozialversicherung Gemeinschaft, which provides modest old age, widows and orphans, disability, and kurzarbeit pensions to all citizens of the Empire...as long as they give yearly blood samples to the Imperial Plasmic Survey. The Survey tests tens of millions of samples for signs of epidemic, industrial, environmental diseases, and malnuitrition, which it uses to triage people into Imperial Hospitals and District Health Centers.
Secretly, the Imperial Plasmic Survey also tests citizens for were-Beastmanism and other forms of mutancy, and signs of vampirism and vampiric transfusion (and increasingly less commonly, unlicensed witchcraft). The Health Ministry then passes on the information of anyone who fails their tests to the Schwarzmänner - the secret police descended from the Ancient Initiatic and Holy Order of the Templars of Sigmar - who will hunt you down like the dog you are.
The only way for one of the "Untervolk" to escape the hunt is to flee into the sewers, subway tunnels, and ancient sub-sub-sub basement communities known as the Undercities, where they fight a desperate war for survival (and food) against the Skaven.
The Church(es)
In the last two hundred years, most of the Imperial Cults have fallen under the benevolent paternalism of the Church of Sigmar; while Morr, Verena, Shallya, Myrmidia, Taal, Rhya, Mananna, and the like are honored by those who have need of their services, their clergy are largely dependent on the Church of Sigmar for their financial livelihood.
As I have already mentioned, the Church of Sigmar is increasingly polarized between the Orthodox Volkmarites and Radical Hussites. Socially conservative and stronger in the north and west of the Empire, especially among the bourgeoisie, nobility, and larger farmers, the Orthodox Volkmarites believe strongly in obedience to authority. In their doctrine, Sigmar's Plan has predetermined for every person in the Empire their proper place on the Great Chain of Being, and Sigmar does not make mistakes.
By contrast, the Radical Hussites are stronger among workers, agricultural laborers, and small farmers in the south and east of the Empire. The Hussites believe that "the Strength of Sigmar is in the People," and that all believers stand equal in the ranks of His Army. Moreover, Hussites believe in "Strength Through Progress," that in order to be strong, the Empire must constantly reform itself to meet the crisis of the day. Proof of the righteousness of their beliefs is to be found in the Avatars of Sigmar, who are continually born into the world to serve as the Messiahs of the People, and show them the new path – Valten the Martyr being the most famous of these Avatars. Hussites await the coming of a New Avatar of Sigmar in the coming Time of the Comet.
While most of the conflict between Volkmarite and Hussite are carried out in pulpits and Church councils, both factions also recruit and sponsor Hammermen, the modern descendants of the Warrior Priests of old, who still carry two-handed warhammers as symbols of their faith, although they have long since traded red robes for long Army-surplus greatcoats. Among the common people, the Hammermen are seen as incorruptible tribunes who will see that justice is done in all those cases that the Reichspoletzei don't consider worth their time, but they are equally likely to turn their warhammers on their rivals.
In recent decades, the religious status quo has been violently disrupted by the Neo-Ulricanism of Nietzsche Zarathustein. Growing ever stronger in the North, especially around New Middenheim-Ulricberg, Neo-Ulricanism emphasizes the need for the individual to move beyond conventional social authority and become independent moral agents in the world by continually testing their strength against the darkness. As Zarathustein writes in Man unt Wulf-Man, “he who wars against the abyss shall never fall into the abyss.”
Institutions of Learning
In addition to the Imperial War Academy and the various State Universities, the Imperial University of Neüscience and Techno-Sorcery bears particular mention, as it is the institution whose Technomancers have given the Empire the upper hand in economic development and mechanized warfare. When the winds of the Aethyr shifted westward starting in 2594, gradually bypassing the Old World and drawn across the Great Sea to the "gulf stream" effect of the Vortex of Ulthuan, magic began to weaken on the Continent, even as a new breed of super-engineers began to produce inventions and discoveries once only possible through sorcery.
While initially denounced by the Colleges of Magic and rigorously investigated by the Schwarzmänner, the Technomancers were vindicated by the fact that repeated tests done by the Imperial Plasmic Survey demonstrated not even latent aptitudes for witchcraft. Under pressure from the Emperor and the General Staff, and with the strong patronage of the Monopolhauses, the Imperial Colleges of Magic, the University of Altdorf, the Nuln College of Engineering, the Imperial Gunnery School, and the University of Nuln were merged into the Imperial University of Neüscience and Techno-Sorcery (known better as the “Exploding University”), with rival campuses in Altdorf (specializing in theoretical neüscience) and Nuln (specializing in applied neüscience).
The common people of Altdorf and Nuln would be more outraged by the dangerously weird and weirdly dangerous experimental research perpetrated by the faculty and student body alike, if the University wasn't such a boon to the local construction, manufacturing, and sanitation industries. As it is, they only storm the campuses with torches and bricks when the University forgets to pay its parking tickets, or when the wrong team wins the University Blood Bowl Cup.
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omfg plss idk what your thoughts for p⭐️ eddie are but the thought of him doing it and making SCHMONEY and having the nickname the freak for good…..makes me nutz…….
HE WOULD MAKE SO MUCH MONEY EYE—
he would be a really popular one, i’m thinking. his movies sell like crazy, he’s very in demand, he’ll do pretty much anything on camera, so nothing is off limits for him. any sex act, any type of adult movie, he’s open to everything and it makes him a very sought-after star. he definitely no longer struggles financially, either; baby boy is rich now because of the movies he’s doing. and yes, he would have the nickname “the freak” for good, because of what he’s willing & excited to do in the industry. “the freak” is how he’s known in the industry, among directors, producers, and other stars.
i’m trying to think of a good p**n star name for him, though! the vampire slut in me wants to say something vampy, because he gives off the vampire vibes and the spooky vibes to many who know him. i also wanna say that if he’s a star when the dark tower books come out, he’s gonna take eddie dean as his pseudonym. he’s a nerd and i know he would love those books, and yeah, he is identifying hardcore with eddie fucking dean. he’s also a cheeky fuck, so i could see him using dracula or something in his name. but for now, I’m going with eddie dean, unless & until I think of something better!
and piercings? he’s got ‘em! tongue, nipples, possibly some kind of genital piercing, but the first two for sure. he also has more tattoos than what we saw in canon, but not many. i can see maybe a couple more arm tats, maybe two more torso tattoos, and a thigh tattoo. he still looks the exact same—long dark hair, breathtaking bambi eyes, same fashion sense when he’s not working on a set. it works well for him, though: he’s pulling men & women left and right, he’s going to parties, he’s dating supermodels, he’s living his truly best life as a p**n star.
which we all know will get even better the moment you walk into his life, because goddamn, he’s never met a girl like you. someone who doesn’t care who he is, someone who gives him a chase & a challenge, someone who won’t take his or anyone else’s shit. fuck, he’s head over heels the moment he sets eyes on you, and he has to have you. nothing else will do; he will quit the industry, if he has to. that’s how desperate he is to have you in his life.
oh, and lastly, we gotta talk about how…gifted he is inside those pants. this man is huge, like he has a hot demand for a reason. it’s his skills, too, and his abilities to do anything that’s asked of him, but his dick? nine inches long at least, pretty good girth, and he knows how the fuck to use it. it’s brought him this far, and is going to take him even further, i’m telling you.
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson x reader
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✎ Made: March 17th, 2024
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The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader):
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Chris McLean x Reader
“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader: You and Chris used to be a thing, and despite the hurt he caused you; work is work. You aren't going to hide away just because of him.
Chris being a man baby head cannons
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“Nice to meet you, Thomas” - Leatherface x Female! Reader: An AU where the Hewitt's are a normal family working in their worn down-town for a living. The reader's family moves in next store, wanting a new life for themselves and be friendly with the neighbors.
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Humble Til Death - Ascended Astarion x Vampire! Reader: The war between vampires and humans has begun, and every duke and spawn a like look to the Vampire Ascendant to help in battle. As they discuss what needs to be transpired, a stranger outcasted by both sides joins the discussion with a humble approach, which catches Lord Ancunin's attention.
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Party For One - Vox x Idol! Reader: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.
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The Stag & The Heron: Human! Alastor x Reader
Prologue - (Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential.
Chapter One - Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.
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Chris Redfield: Himbo Friend Edition
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Fic Rec Friday!
I'm going to try and do weekly small fic recs, each week a different theme or ship with 3-4 recs each! I am open to taking suggestions/reccomendations at any time! Feel free to send an ask!
Paul Atreides x Duncan Idaho aka Atreidaho
Dust and Devils on my Conscience
After his father takes over an oil drilling company in the desert, Paul decides to join his parents in between two semesters at university, looking forward to a summer of wandering the desert with his mother, chatting with a girl he's met online, and pining over his father's fixer. He hadn't quite planned for the worm activists, or the acts of industrial sabotage.
10/10 chapters completed. 43k words. Rated E. Modern AU.
Venus as a Boy
Duncan lay down next to Paul, causing him to prickle all over his whole body. He smelled like soldier's soap, pulverized rock, sun protectant. Soothescent. Also, perceptibly, like spice.
“I’m going to kiss you, so you can taste me,” he said.
“Alright,” Paul croaked, which really meant: please.
1/1 chapter complete. 6k words. Rated E. Omegaverse.
Bloody and Raw (but I swear it is sweet)
"The oft-repeated refrain that He Who Controls the Spice controls the Universe was not inherently untrue… not necessarily. It simply avoided an inconvenient and shrouded (and to some, distasteful) truth: She Who Controls Universe Politic controls He Who Controls the Spice."
or, the colloquial "spiceblood" AU featuring vampiric Bene Gesserit tendencies, far too many religious references, and Duncan and Paul perpetually disagreeing about which one of them is supposed to be taking care of the other.
7/7 chapters completed. 17.5k words. Rated E. Vampire AU.
Lick Your Wounds, Lay You Down
“I’m not going to break,” Paul says, “if you’re rough with me.”
Duncan gazes at him, desire tightening his voice. “You could give whores in Novigrad a run for their money.”
“Have you fucked many of them?”
“Not many,” says Duncan. “Some. Long before you were born.”
1/1 completed. 12k words. Rated E. The Witcher AU
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