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hyasynthia · 9 months

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A Maiden, Forlorn (Part 3, NSFW)

Writing for a ghost, and myself as well. Things are getting steamy. I have no clue how to write smut and how fast, so I'm just trying things out. <3

TW: Masturbation, Voyeurism

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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His words lay heavy in the air. How had he never seen the sacrifices before? This made no sense at all. Every 5 years, one sacrifice was given to the forest, to the beast who sat just some mere feet away from her. Or was there another beast who roamed these woods?

“Sire, I mean no ill, but I am not the first sacrifice given to these forests. Do you mean that there is some other beast who too roams these parts?”

His look of annoyance was blatant now, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he had smelt something rotten. “Another beast? These are my forests. I was born and I will die with them, I live and breathe as a part of them. It is my job, as warden and protector here.”

My confusion met his. “I mean no harm. But my village has made maiden sacrifices to apparently not you- every five years for as long as anyone can remember? Do you mean to say I am the first ever sacrifice ever found? Have all the others before me just died on the stone to be taken as carrion: Starved or frozen to death?”

A long silence followed, but the answer was clear. I would be the only sacrifice to leave the stone, as far as my knowledge knew.

“Sire, what is your name?” I asked, my voice hoarse and thick.

“Vidar. I am sorry, little female. I am not a child of the gods your people praise, and the stone table you were tied to is blessed by your priestesses, and therefore exempt from my forests. Had I known of the sacrifices, I would have taken them too… I just happened to be in the southern part of the forest when I heard your laughter. I’ve never heard a human laugh before. Screams, wails and nervous chatter are the only things I have experienced.”. He paused, and my eyes welled with tears. All those sacrifices… Screams and wails? Yet I have never felt more secure than now. why won't my body react correctly to the beast- Vidar?

“I am curious. That has always been my fault. That is my I touched your arm on the table. Never have I seen skin as soft as yours. I didn’t know that you would run for your life; as if you could get away from me.”

“Of course, I would run. Imagine if I held a knife to your arm, whilst all you could think about was when you were going to be devoured!!” My words were desperate and breathy, and my eyes started to overflow with tears. Frustration at my predicament, the forgotten sacrifices, my dear beloved mother, my friends in the village… I laughed again, and I could feel Vidar’s gaze on my face. I lay down and looked at the ceiling. When was I going to die? I would rather he just kill me now, so I don’t have to worry anymore.

However, he stood up and I could see him in the corner of my gaze. My face was wet again, and my laughter died out as soon as it had arrived. I saw his hand approaching, and I couldn’t care less. He had made it very clear that he would not harm me. His claws were somewhat retracted, like a cat’s would be, and it grazed my face.

“You are crying. But you are laughing. What do you mean? I cannot understand you, little female.”

“My name is Cosette, had you asked. And I’m afraid that not even human men can understand human females. So, I wouldn’t attempt it if I were you.”

This time, Vidar laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, which reverberated through my bones. A single spark of desire rose from below, and my cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“I will leave you to sleep, Cosette, you need rest in order to be able to heal properly.”

His hand, which had been resting on my jaw withdrew, and it felt cold to be without bodily contact. Sleep came fast, and was dreamless.

It must have been early morning when I woke, for soft golden shafts of light were streaming in through the window panels. I yawned audibly before stretching my entire body. Tentatively, I reached my legs down to the wooden floors. The bed was rather tall, and sitting on the edge, my feet didn’t touch the ground. I scooted myself off and groaned when my feet hit the floor. Legs that had not been used in a day? Awful feeling. But, nature was calling, and I prayed to the gods that Vidar had some form of outhouse.

The rest of the cabin suited the bedroom well, with just one other room with tall wooden walls, a wrought iron fireplace and a giant butcher's block in the centre. It was simple, and you could tell that Vidar did not spend much time indoors. The fresh air felt sweet on my face as I pushed open the heavy cabin door. What was it with these unreasonably heavy doors? No outhouse in sight, i noticed. Around the back there was none either, but Vidar was there. I stood for a while, admiring him.

The forgotten sacrifices had not been his fault, i reasoned with myself. He has done nothing wrong- except partially my arm, but that wasn’t truly his fault. I smiled softly towards him, as i his back muscles rippled with effort. He looked quite human at times, with this broad torso, and long arms. Except, of course, for the fact that he was covered in fur. It was a dark grey colour, with flecks of brown and cream concentrating on his lower belly. I wonder how far down it goes… My eyes widen as I feel myself getting wet, and I am apparently not the only one to notice either.

Vidar turns his head to look at me, and it is the first time I have seen his face in the light. It was dark as well, almost darker than the rest of his body, were it not for his hauntingly beautiful amber eyes. Tension lies in the air as he looks at me intently, and his nostrils flare. I almost die of embarrassment.

“Vidar… I’m sorry to ask, but where should I go to relieve myself?” My cheeks are probably beetroot by now. He laughs before saying that all I have to do is find a place downstream. I thanked him and scurried off quickly.

Apparently, I was a little too fast, and a little too close, for I heard heavy grunts and pants emitting from the back garden when i came back. I stay still in the cover of the trees and hide. I can’t help myself. And neither can he.

He sits, hunched over on the woodchopping stump, his hand working fervently between his legs. I’ve never seen a “cock” before, as my older friend had called it. I had seen the family horses’, it's difficult not to, but Meline had told me that every animal, including humans, had different ones. I switch positions and crouch on the ground, and I find myself at eye level with his cock. It's dark, like his fur, but tinged purple- with thick veins littering it. It looks painful, I note, as I see it pulsing from afar. It has a large bulge at the bottom of it, growing by the second. With a loud groan, Vidar arches his head back in ecstasy- that, I understand, as his cock starts to emit long heavy spurts of semen. My pussy aches below my dress, but it is too much of a risk to touch myself here. He stands up and pulls back on his loincloth, and I suddenly find myself annoyed that I cannot see him anymore.

Forsaking myself, I quickly start to rub my clit with my hands, and I lean back against a tall pine tree, closing my eyes in pleasure. My back arches and my climax is oh-so-close when I open my eyes slightly. Fuck the gods and their seven horses. Vidar is standing right in front of me, leaning against a parallel tree. My mouth falls agape and I wrench my hand away from my clit, but I am too late. My climax courses through my body, and I moan loudly as my body fully relaxes. I am totally and utterly mortified as I look at him once again, and all he does is gaze at me. I brush down my dress and right my hair before looking at him again.

“You could have just approached me, little female, had you wanted to gaze upon me. I would not have minded, especially if I got this show afterwards, Cosette..”

#forest god #sacrifice #moster x human #human x monster #terato #teratophillia #monster #maiden #forest guardian #first time writer #beast

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shyartnerd564 · 5 months

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I know that there is a love for tentacle monsters but my brain doesn’t allow me to really enjoy them…my brain just immediately thinks of being ripped apart painfully…for those who can enjoy tentacle monsters you are very, very brave people.

I still love monster but I’ve always been a bit terrified of tentacle monsters. I’m sorry!

#tentacle monster #monster thoughts #monster romance #monster x reader #monster x human #monster fucker #still a moster lover though #monsterfucker #monster lover

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authorstellarainbow · 10 months

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"You see me, Ame, the real me. Who I am. You don't see me as the wyvern or the human— you see who I am before I am them. You see my soul. You're the only one who has ever seen me,"

-Lancelot.

Liberation by Stella Rainbow.

Art by @grimmkat-art

Story by @authorstellarainbow

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yidhraloves · 1 year

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Alt. Gabriel x Reader

“My little Snowflake” Pt.4

This one is a teeny tiny bit angsty? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Links to previous parts in order:

Luckily when you woke up Gabriel was still there. He had prepared some delicious looking pancakes for you and when you asked him where he got the ingredients for it he said “A magician must never reveal his secrets” .

The rest of the morning went by rather peacefully but yesterdays encounter was stuck in your head. This was bugging Gabriel, so eventually he spoke:“Were you acquainted with that scum? My sweet dove, you see, when you’re with me, I should be the only thing on your mind. In fact, I should be the only thing in your mind at all times, for I am your true saviour”. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The alternate you had met was the alternate of your best friend, who you cared for deeply. You knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to join that- Paranormal society? Was it? Ever since he followed that Adam guy into an investigation he never came back. It’s kind of silly, isn’t it? How quick things can go wrong.

The feeling of Gabriel’s hot breath against your neck ripped you from your thoughts. “Ahh, silly little human! Before you worry yourself into insanity just tell me what’s bothering you! I’m sure I can help you find a solution, for I am your-“

“True Saviour Gabriel, yeah I got that part the last 7 times you said it” you replied, but oh, that was a mistake. If one person had anger issues, it was Gabriel- that remark made him snap, he had done so much for you, but you still didn’t pledge your eternal love to him. He was furious. “Would you like to repeat that huh, useless mortal? Cant you see? I’ve done everything for you! I am doing everything I can for you, my love- DOVE! My dove…. Your kind is so foolish and ungrateful. I am the TRUE SAVIOUR! I FOOLED THE SHEPHERDS- AFTER ALL IVE DONE FOR YOU- YOU DECIDE TO MAKE FUN OF ME? You foolish little thing, he spat, as his face started to twist. “You are lucky I have taken a liking to you, I usually eliminate your kind on sight”

He continued to ramble, but his words started to fade as you focused fully on his face.

His angelic eyes had morphed into long, black orbs. They reminded you of a black hole, seemingly sucking your soul into them if you stared at them for too long. His face was stretched and so was his nose that now had a pointy end. Despite his harsh words his mouth streched into a wide smile, showing off his teeth.

It was all just too much. The years you had spent here, hiding from the monsters, the troubles that had outside and now you had let them in. You were trembling, shaking, you couldn’t control your breathing anymore. Your shaky breaths turned into loud sobs as Gabriel’s once pretty face morphed into something that looked like it came from the pits of hell.

Your eyes were puffy and swollen, eyes blurry from your tears.

But the fact that Gabriel was morphing into a moster wasn’t the main reason of your tears, for all you knew this could be his real form. You were crying out of frustration. Crying because you were angry. Angry at yourself. You knew he was some sort of alternate from the start and yet you still fell in love with him, you craved his soft wings around you, the way his golden locks looked in contrast to his pale face, it was hypnotising to you. He even killed an alternate the other day! He killed a being that was rumoured to be immortal. And it’s not just that he killed it, he killed it fast. The alternate disappeared within a second! So Gabriel must be a high rank alternate? Their leader?? Gabriel might have even killed your best friend!

You could see him coming closer, despite your blurry eyes. Would this be your end? How could such an Evil being look so angelic?

You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes. If he’d kill you, you at least wanted to take a look at the thing that had once been so beautiful.

You heart skipped a beat. Above you was not some kind of demonic face, no, Gabriel’s face had changed back into its normal form, his face full of concern. “ I’m so sorry, my dove, I forgot that form can appear to be frightening for your kind. I’m really sorry, please stop crying! It hurts me to see you this way, please tell me all of your desires and I’ll fulfil them! I am more powerful than you could ever imagine”

As you weakly whispered something into his ear, he smiled and said “Wait here, my darling, I’ll be right back with what your heart desires”

That’s it for part 4! If you liked this please leave a like or Vote for part 5!

#sus gabriel #x reader #alt gabriel #alternate gabriel #mandela catalouge gabriel #sus gabriel x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel #Spotify

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tum-bakery · 6 months

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Quick question: RP wise, are you okay with / at all interested in monster x human ships? I’m talking like monsters able to speak fluently, think for themselves, fully sapient and all that.

It depends. I'm not opposed but I'm kinda picky about it, it depends on how humanoid the moster is, and if the size difference is really crazy.

#Bakerspeakin

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to-be-a-dreamer · 1 year

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For the au asks: monster hunter au and 2000s au.

OKAY OKAY I had a lot of different ideas of how to do this but I think I got it figured out!

My first instinct was the classic Moster Hunter x Monster set up but that felt too easy so we're doing Monster Hunter x Monster Hunter (it kinda flew off the rails and neither of them are really hunters but shhhh its fine) and there's probably some kind of metaphor about systemic discrimination hidden in here somewhere that I'm not smart enough to figure out

Monsters, to the general public, are defined as previously-human creatures who have been infected or corrupted in such a way that they have lost their humanity. This includes but is not limited to werewolves, vampires, and zombies. Although these creatures are able to access the memories of the humans they once were and can even imitate their personality, the person they were before their corruption is considered legally and socially deceased. While they can be highly intelligent and manipulative, monsters are ultimately driven only by the animalistic instinct to kill. They are highly dangerous and thus closely monitored by the government.

If the family of the deceased wishes to keep the monster that corrupted their loved one's body, they are allowed to do so but with several restrictions. The monster is given daily injections that keep it in a semi-sedated state, is not allowed to leave its caregiver's property without a police escort, and is required to undergo a weekly evaluation to assess how dangerous it is and if it should be allowed to continue living with its caregiver.

Most monsters are eventually sent to general care facilities where they are kept under the security and care of trained professionals for the remainder of their lives. (no one is immortal in this au methinks, they might just be harder to wound/kill and have accelerated healing) Any monster who escapes custody is considered a rogue and is killed on sight by the police or military.

Katherine is the daughter of Joseph Pulitzer, the country's top manufacturer of anti-monster weapons. Her father has dedicated his entire life to "protecting the innocent" by selling his inventions to the US army and police force and being one of the most well-known advocates for the capture and "relocation" of all monsters.

Pulizter expects his daughter to work in his company, preferably in the sales and marketing department, but Katherine wants to do more. She's seen documentaries, advertisements, and news stories about the Corrupted Human Regulation (CHR) branch of the military, colloquially referred to as hunters. For as long as she can remember, Katherine has looked up to the brave, honorable soldiers who risk their lives to protect people and has always known she wanted to join them one day.

Is it stupid of her to go wandering around the woods hoping to find a rogue monster to fight, kill, and call in to the CHR so she can finally prove to her father that she's serious about this "pipe dream", as he calls it? Probably, but the woods near the city are usually pretty safe anyways so it's not likely for her to run into anything out there. The anti-monster defenses in the area are pretty intense and there hasn't been a rogue monster sighting in years. There's not even that many household monsters in the city, most families who decide to host one end up moving away after a few months. Katherine can count the number of times she's seen a monster on one hand, so she doesn't really expect to find one just by wandering around the forest.

One of those "the odds are low but never zero" kind of situations.

She freezes at first. Probably not the best start to her hunting career, but she forgives herself quickly and instead focuses on aiming her gun at the creature in front of her. It's not a top-of-the-line weapon like the kind her father supplies to the CHR, but it's still pretty lethal, especially if she can hit a half-decent shot. Katherine is the first to admit that she's not the most skilled with a gun, but she can hit pretty close to the bullseye at the shooting range so she expects this will be easy enough, especially since the creature hasn't seemed to notice her yet.

That should have been her first indication that something weird was going on. Werewolves have a highly keen sense of smell and hearing, even better than actual wolves. They can smell their prey from over three miles away and their hearing can reach up to twenty. This wolf should have sensed her coming ages before she was able to lay eyes on it, especially since it was fully shifted. It should have killed her before she even realized what was happening

I have a few ideas for how this scene would go, but the main thing is that Katherine realizes the wolf is stalking a girl, probably close to her own age, when it suddenly pounces into a clump of foliage and she hears a loud shriek echoing through the forest. She doesn't think. She doesn't take the time to aim her gun properly or recognize the lighthearted laughing that follows the scream. She just shoots.

The wolf staggers back as the girl quickly raises to her feet, looking absolutely horrified. It lets out a strangled howl as the girl's eyes lock onto Katherine's and she steps in front of the wolf, as if she was trying to protect it. The girl keeps one hand on the shaking creature's shoulder and holds the other up in front of her, yelling at Katherine to stop. She doesn't move when Katherine cocks her gun again and tells her to run so she can finish the monster off. The girl's gaze locks onto something behind Katherine just a split second before something big and strong slams into her back, knocking her to the ground and pinning her in place.

The other werewolf's breath is hot on her face as she helplessly gropes around for the gun she dropped, staring up into furious, glowing yellow eyes. It growls deeply from its chest, strong muscles tensing under sleek red fur and Katherine braces herself for whatever comes next. Would it finish her off quickly? Would it take its time, relishing in her suffering before leaving her to the elements? Would it bite her and turn her into one of its kind?

The last possibility scared her the most.

"Civilian weapon. One of the nasty ones but she's not CHR. Not even a licensed freelance hunter and barely an amateur, if you can even call her that. This was probably her first hunt."

The girl, the one she had been trying to save, had picked up her gun to examine before unloading it and tucking both the gun and the bullets into her bag. Katherine wonders for a split second if she's a werewolf too, but as she enters Katherine's vision she is distinctly human. Her teeth are dulled, her nails are small and rounded, and her incredibly pretty eyes are a soft brown color.

She tells the monster on top of Katherine to let her up and help the one tending to the injured wolf instead. The creature obeys, not without snapping its teeth in her face and snarling angrily, but it lets her go.

Katherine is too shaky to resist as the girl pulls her up into a sitting position, tugging the collar of her shirt down to inspect something on her shoulder. She feels a slight sting and realizes the wolf's claws must have dug into her skin, but the girl tells her it's barely a scratch.

"Did you drive here?" "Y-yeah. What the hell are you doing hanging around a werewolf pack? You're gonna get yourself killed" "The way I see it, the wolves were in more danger tonight than I was. Lucky you're such a terrible shot and only grazed him." "It attacked you." "We were playing a game. This scratch should clot on its own by the time you get back to your car. Sorry about that, he still forgets how sharp his claws are sometimes. Now get the hell out of here and, do everyone a favor, learn how to use a gun properly before you go traipsing around the woods trying to play the hero." "I'm not- I mean- I can take you home too." "No." "You can't just stay out here in the middle of nowhere with a pack on the loose." "Full offense, but I feel about ten times safer with my friends than with a trigger-happy amateur hunter who can't even aim."

The girl turns away from her after that, kneeling down next to the injured wolf to assess the damage Katherine had done. She was right, it was a terrible shot, and the wolf was already starting to heal, even with the wolfsbane that had coated the bullet. The girl must have some kind of death wish, with the way she turns her back on the two fully-shifted werewolves standing guard over their companion. She doesn't even flinch when the injured wolf snaps at her as she smears some kind of thick paste over the wound. The girl just pushes the monster's head back down and tells it to stop moving with a teasing grin and a flick on its nose.

If Katherine didn't know any better, she would say the werewolf looked like it was pouting.

She can't really explain why she doesn't call the CHR the second she gets back to her car. She can't explain why she drives right by the police station without even slowing down. She can't explain why she sneaks past her father on her way inside and buries the blood-stained shirt deep in her dresser drawer. She can't explain why she stares at her phone for a few minutes before going to sleep without reporting the pack of vicious monsters just outside of the city. She can't explain why she spends the entire weekend searching through the missing persons section of old newspapers for the girl's face.

Sarah Jacobs. That's the name she finds.

She can't explain why it makes her feel so giddy.

Katherine goes back to the woods. It's a long shot, she knows. The wolf pack probably cleared out, expecting her to report them. But still, it's worth a shot so she goes back to the place where she shot the wolf. It's empty like she expected, but she leaves the short note she wrote pinned to a tree.

"You're really bad at this whole hunting thing, you know."

The high-pitched scream Katherine let out would have been embarrassing if she wasn't so focused on slowing her heart back down to a normal pace.

The girl, Sarah, had apparently found the note and snuck into the backseat of her car in less time than it took Katherine to walk back. She holds it up questioningly, displaying the envelope where Katherine had written the girl's name in careful lettering "So, you want to know more? First things first, you know my name so it's only fair you tell me yours."

And yeah that's as far as I've gotten plotwise. I haven't fully worked out the rest of the details but here's what I'm thinking so far:

Sarah is part of a small group that helps newly-turned monsters escape the city. (or any monster they can find, it's just easier when they haven't been fully processed yet) They're also working to expose all the misinformation about monsters but it's slow going. Sarah is mostly involved in the short-term solution, getting people to safety.

She joined after her twin brother, David, was attacked by a werewolf and turned. Everyone told her that her brother was dead and the monster just looked like him, but she knew they were wrong. No matter what she had learned growing up, no matter what the doctors or the specialists or the police said, she knew her brother. She knew he was the same person he had always been, just a little different.

No one else in their lives felt the same way. Her parents held a funeral and everyone mourned a boy who was very much alive and begging to still be loved. They were going to send him away to some facility that would keep him drugged and isolated until they found some excuse to get rid of him for good and she just couldn't accept that. So she helped him escape and they ran away together. They made it to the woods when the group found them and gave them a new home.

Katherine learns the truth about monsters, of course. She was lied to her entire life and that takes a while to come to terms with, but she meets the other monsters (aka, all the newsies) and it's so so different than everything she's ever been told.

She meets Davey, Sarah's brother, and he loves all the same books as her. He likes mint chocolate chip ice cream and misses his cat. He wants to be a writer and he's afraid of heights. He chews on his claws and avoids lingering on his eyes when he looks in the mirror. He doesn't like to shift but does it anyway because a pair of young siblings, newly turned vampires she learns, say he looks like their family dog and they sleep better when they can curl up against his side and pretend they're back home.

She meets Spot, a werewolf who was a pack leader for a long time before joining the group and does not like Katherine at all.

"Probably because you shot her boyfriend", Sarah explains.

She meets Race, said boyfriend, who doesn't actually seem all that bothered by it and teaches Katherine how to play poker.

I have absolutely zero thoughts about what's going on with any of the other characters, sorry. Jack's in here somewhere and he and Davey kiss about it but that's all I got.

But yeah, Katherine eventually joins them and helps where she can. She keeps an eye on reports of newly-turned monsters so the others can help them escape as soon as possible. She gathers as much information as possible on the monster care facilities and they're able to pull off a raid with her intel. She's able to find a newspaper willing to print articles debunking misinformation about monsters that Davey and some others wrote. This is not a "privileged white person saves the poor little minority group" type of thing btw, the monsters do most of the work, she just helps with information since most of them can't go to the city and then she steps back to let them do their thing.

NGL, I don't really know what the overarching story is but yeah, that's the AU idea.

Oh yeah and at some point, Katherine and Sarah kiss a bunch

Nearly forgot that part

Was this comprehensible? Who knows! But it was fun to brainstorm and I might develop it further in the future, I think it would be a fun universe to write oneshots for.

#i know i only focused on werewolves here but i promise other creatures do exist #although if i develop it further this might morph into just werewolves for simplicity's sake #idk we'll see #but yeah this was fun!#as always send asks if you have thoughts or anything #newsies au #newsies #livesies #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #newsbians #milk and ilk #thank you thank you for the ask #saf writes

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revenant-coining · 10 months

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HELL YEAH THANK YOU FOR THE ENVIREN TERMS!!!!! (I'm asking for more >:3!!!!)

Enviren terms for:

Dramatic transformations (such as werewolfs when it's a full moon)

Non-human humanoid bodies (such as lycan, vampire, moster-like, etc. Animal/Monster/Non-human looking who still work generally as humans)

The mutants from X-men

Nightcrawler from the X-men comics

Big Functional dragon wings

AND HORNS!!!

Thank youuuu!!!

all queued ^w^

#the-polysulfur-collective #(mars)#caps tw #🪼 requests

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cosmic-shine · 1 year

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Hello! I'm sorry if this is already listed somewhere in your commission info and I've overlooked it, but what all kinds of character design types do you draw for your commissions? Like Humans, Monsters, Furry, etc. :3 Your art style is beautiful and I'd love to see about commissioning a piece of an OC or two of mine sometime but want to know what you prefer to draw before I decide which character(s) to ask for.

Hello! Thank you both for kind words and the question (i keep forgeting to write about it myself ^^;) - i draw mostly Humans <3

Mosters/Furry, etc. might be discussable, but since i don't really have nor expirience neither artsyle for those, i'm afraid i might spoil the picture X)

#commission #commissions are open

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hyasynthia · 9 months

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A Maiden, Forlorn (Part 2, NSFW)

No one asked for it, but here it is! Took a little while but I finally got to write some dialogue. It's fun, but I sure do need some practice so I don't overuse certain verbs!

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

TW: Masturbation, Mauling, Blood, Injury

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The sound of my breathing is the only thing I hear, and I can feel blood pulsing in my arm. I slowly draw my glance away and to my arm, where a singular long gash stares back at me. It is no longer as red as I saw it in the stream, but now, wet and shiny, the blood glides effortlessly down and drips down my fingers. I draw my gaze back up to him, and we silently survey each other.

He makes the first move, and treads softly towards me, with an unexpected gentle look. “Stay, female.” He demands, and my mouth falls agape. …He knows how to speak? In all the tales told in the village, a beast was no more a man than an animal, ruthless, uncultured, and violent. He treads fast towards me, and my eyes fastened on his beastly hands now blossomed in a sticky red liquid. My blood, I realise. My eyes dart between us, and my heart continues to race, faster and faster.

I close my eyes when he is close enough to touch me. I can once again feel his wet breath on my face. If I looked at him now, we would be mere centimetres away from each other… I look up at him and stand up from my crouch in the stream. I couldn’t feel the cold wetness much anymore. Apparently, i stood up a little too fast, and i felt myself crumpling to the ground like dust before losing consciousness.

“Small little female, Are you conscious?” The beast breathes out, desire laced in his words. He is on a bed-nest with me, and pelts are piled up around me, and it is so- so deliciously warm. I yawn loudly, stretching out my jaw. The beast takes my face in his hand and cradles it gently. To my surprise, I lean forward to his half-snout and snuggle in his soft dark fur. “Easy there pup, you may not know what you are doing..” He chuckles, and I smile slyly up at him. My snuggle turns into a pepper of kisses and I tangle my hands deep into his cheek and neck fur. With his help, I am lifted from my lying position and sit on my knees in front of him. I am totally breathless, and I look down at myself to regain my breath. I’m naked, I see, and beyond wet; it's soaked to my inner thighs and the pelt is damp beneath me. I reach out my arm and stroke him, looking at him through my eyelashes “I need more, please” I whisper urgently. A smile grows on his face, and he licks slowly from my collarbone to my ear. I laugh, tickled by the erotic movement.

..Wait. My arm. I look back at it, and it's perfect, no scathe and no blood remains. the beast cocks his head at me and attacks my mouth with his, his tongue invading my mouth. Something is wrong. How did I get here? I struggle against his grip, my arousal turning into fear as I arch my body against his in a resultless battle for freedom, but all he does is pin me down further into the soft nest. I thresh against him and he roars loudly, raking over my torso with his claws. My body is drenched, before I fall again into a deep slumber.

This time, I awaken with a start, panting from my dream. I pinch my palm, and it hurts good. I check my arm, and although there is a bandage on, I spot a speck of blood on it. The beast is nowhere to be seen, but the room is identical to the one in the dream.

I place my hand on my heart and slow my breath as I focus on my heartbeat. I’m still in my ceremonial dress, but it’s damp. I snake a hand under a soft pelt and sure enough, I am soaking wet. I wore no undergarments, but I had not been allowed to by the priestesses either. My heartbeat was still erratic, and I brushed my hand over my wet private. My body fluttered as I glazed over my clitoris and my eyelids half closed from delight. I hadn’t done this in months.

Ever since I had known I was to be the sacrifice, I was to be kept under constant supervision. I was even forced to only sleep in a supervised room. A sacrifice had to be virginal, after all, and once a girl chosen to be a sacrifice openly slept with the blacksmith, so she could not be used. Her outcome had been disastrous, with another sacrifice being chosen, whom she was sacrificed alongside. I was but a small child when this had happened, but her wails of supposed injustice, and the silent sobbing of the new sacrifice were still fresh in my mind. Had they too been taken here? Ravaged in this bed, where I had dreamt of just that? Or had they been slaughtered at the stone slab, only their bones to be cleaned away by the priestesses?

I brought my mind away from my contemplation and focused on the feeling of my dream. I circled my fingers back and forth, and it was oh-so-close, just as i heard footsteps pad towards the closed door. I scramble to pull my dress down and burrow under a pelt, but my heart and breath race still. The footsteps stop right outside the door, and a large huff of breath, before the door opens slowly, and there he is. He is just as appealing as yesterday, and his eyes are only half open, as they were in my dream.

I admire him, arousal still coursing through my body, before calming myself down.

“Thank you. sire” I say, unsure of how to address him. “Thank you for binding up my arm”

“You are welcome, young female. It is no trouble to me.” He says in a gruff tone, his voice husky.

“I do wonder, sire, why did you bother to bind me?” I fluster, realising my mis-saying. “I mean, bind my arm- and unbind me at the slab? Why not kill me or take me there? I’m sure you do not want a mere human dirtying down your home..” Flattery, I ponder. Flattery is probably the only way out of here. Undermine myself, so that the beast can feel all the more proper and superior. It's a weak try, but better something than nothing, I reason.

A look of disdain flashes across his face, and he wanders towards the nest, before dropping down into an oversized armchair draped in more furs. “Had you been in my position, female, I am sure you would not have killed an innocent human tied down to a stone in the middle of your forest.”. “In fact, you are the first ever human I have met, and I do not think you would have been a good introduction to your kind had you been a carcass.” He chortled, a grin growing in his mouth.

The nest-bed was higher up than the armchair, but posed as I am, the sight of a large beast-man, flashing all of his teeth at you, is quite unnerving.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in his teeth. “The first human you have ever met? How can it be so? Am I the first to try to escape, the only one not slaughtered at the slab? You make no sense, sire.” His head tilts to the side gently, and his eyebrows furrow. “You are the only human I have ever met, I told you.” Annoyance grew thick in his tone. “Never have I ever seen a human inside the woods, who was not out for some Sisyphean task of trying to kill me. Especially not some delicate female dressed only in a dainty white dress.”

#forest god #sacrifice #moster x human #human x monster #terato #teratophillia #monster #maiden #forest guardian #first time writer #beast

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brargweek · 2 years

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Mosternaga /moster x human

+1 for monster/human, plus nagas 🐍

#suggestions #brargweek2022

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wpdariacutnes · 2 years

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#dogo bot megaman ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #youtube #parents take rule #art 2022

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dragonfoxgirl · 3 years

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Mostly did this for fun, but to also give a little insight for all the fans of my AFFTW (A Friend From The Wall) comics.

#a friend from the wall #animation meme #animation #comics #dragonfoxgirl #exophilia #moster lover #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster love

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

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Ok but cow hybrid aizawa makes so much sense lmao, lazy lazy man

But in this scenario is the reader human? A hybrid? Bc please, continue? 👀👀👀👀😂💖

Cowzawa is lazy...until hes in his rut {I think if it was the other way around Hizashi would be something of a horse maybe}

I was thinking human 🧐

It is Moster Fuckertober October, so I think I will continue!

{Yandere Themes, Non-Con, Forced Breeding, Implied Forced Pregnancy, Cow-Hybrid x Human, GN Pronouns} Let me know if I missed anything, thank you

♡Reader worked at the local feed store, it was love at first sight... for Hizashi

♡So whats a yandere to do when he gets rejected one to many times? Sedate his lovely darling and make them a farmhand of course!

♡Hizashi gives them something simple but that will still make them to exhausted to fight back at the end of the day when he needs cuddles and sex, so they tend to his cow's Aizawa and All Might

♡All Might, whos only still on the farm because Hizashi is gonna let him live the rest of his days in peace, could truly care less about the new helper just feed him and leave him be

♡Aizawa on the other hand just seems to not be able to get enough of this new face

♡Hes constantly rubbing against them, basically begging for chin/ear scratched, wanting belly rubs, and to be hand fed

♡Hizashi even mentions how spoiled you've seemed to make the once low maintenance cow

♡One day you walk into the barn like normal. You bend down to grab something off the barn floor and suddenly your knocked onto your hands a knees before being mounted by the all to lovable Aizawa

♡You assume hes just playing a bit to rough but before you can try and push him off you feel him began to grin his member on the back of your pants

♡Your overpowered by the cow-hybrid's strength so all you can do is scream for Hizashi and hope hes close enough to hear

♡Your lucky you think as you hear Hizashi enter the barn asking why your screaming at the top of your lungs only to be cut off by the sight in front of him

♡He walks over and you think hes going to get Aizawa off you, scold the cow, held you up, something! but he scratched behind Aizawa's ear "Rut came early this year Aizawa?"

♡He laughs as he squats down, and suddenly you feel a knife rip open the back of your pants

♡You try once again to free yourself but Hizashi stops you "Come on sweetness, you dont wanna leave Aizawa in all this pain you caused, right? I mean its your job to take care of him after all."

♡Soon you've got Aizawa blowing his whichever load into you, you lost count a while ago, while Hizashi face fucks you moaning about how adorable you'll look swollen with Aizawa's calf

#All Might must have got one hell of a show #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa #yandere eraserhead #yandere hizashi yamada

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The saddest thing about humans and fairies is fairies will always outlive humans and fairies will always remember. Yuu: I would grow with you. However we're changing. I'll be with you always. Malleus: You swore that you would go with me ,Yuu! And you said you'd be here tomorrow! You've always had my love and ... since that's not enough... Where you are going, let me follow... (1)

Dawww I do remember this!! I've been really into Greek mythology over the past few years and Homer's lliad had always been one of my favorites!

You know- as a matter of fact that's something I indirectly referred too when I talked about the dark side of Malleus x reader. The thing is, the plot is technically Malleus x human and the immortal x mortal imbalance is kinda...depressing. The main thing I noticed is hoe most of the writers (including me) use nicknames such as 'child of man' or 'human child' or 'precious little human' when Malleus is trying to refer to (y/n) and honestly, we can't really find a replacement for this 'child of man' themed nicknames because they're somewhat of a Malleus-only thing but at the same time it's so adorable and sweet.

(y/n) is often considered to be Yuu in Malleus x reader fics and the dynamics are awfully beautiful and lovely. I know not many often see the dark side of this sweetness since 1) It's just fanfic & 2) The point is often getting to enjoy this cute romantic moments with Malleus in present and not the future, so that isn't much of a problem! Unless you think about the dynamics too deeply-

www this reminds me, I once wrote an angsty Malleus thingy I never finished because- it got too dark and I felt like I couldn't write anymore sooo- here we are!

But here's a small summary of what it was mainly about so, undercut because- ahhhhh

Warning(s): Major character death, angsty themes, dark themes, fem! reader

This is just the small summary of an old wip!

(y/n) is a mortal and the new Queen of Valley of thorns, Malleus's wife. They have a newborn daughter named Melrose, a beautiful fae child with dark hair, pale skin and her mother's (e/c) eyes. Several years pass and Malleus is living his best life ever with the one and only love of his life and their beloved daughter, unaware of a bitter truth: (y/n) is aging.

Soon enough, (y/n) breaks down, realizing that her life is coming to an end while her dearest Melrose is still a baby. To think that she'd soon be leaving Malleus and Melrose forever...without even getting a chance to see Melrose grow up and turn into the fair princess she always wished her to be.

Soon as (y/n) passes away, Malleus breaks, the one only thing Malleus can hold on to now is his daughter, your greatest gift to him. He cares and loves her more than anything in the world as she's the very last person he's got by his side, therefore he becomes overly protective; to the point of never letting Melrose leave the castle.

Melrose craves to see the world outside of his father's dark castle more than anything else, of course he does love his father and understands his pain and frustration after her mother passed away, yet... It doesn't hold her back from seeking a way out of these walls each and everyday.

One day, young princess, who is now a well-grown lady finally gets a chance to discover the world outside of this eternal cage, but it doesn't really go as expected; because young princess secretly gets to meet someone.

Melrose has been on her own all over her life, and the stranger she unexpectedly got to meet is the very first alive being she's talked to in years.

Princess slowly begins to become overly attached to her secret friend, to the point of going against his father's word and secretly leaving the castle at night just to meet the creature she desires.

Soon enough, Malleus realized the sudden change in Melrose's behavior, she look quite lively and...happy. Nothing could make his cold heart any happier than Melrose's smile does, he becomes lowkey curious to discover what the reason behind this beautiful happiness might be, but the answer is nothing he could be the least happy about: Melrose has fallen in love.

The bitterness and Malleus held after (y/n)'s death is brought back to him and all of a sudden, the fae can feel shiver running down his spine.

To think that Melrose, his one and only daughter and all that is left for him after these years would one day go through the same pain as him, all because of craving and needing another creature...

Malleus just can't let that happen, no, he just can't lose Melrose after he lost you.

He forbids her from leaving the castle and meeting that human ever again, just to meet her daughter's painful begs and cries.

She reminds her father of you, everything you once used to tell her about how you met Malleus and fell for him when he was going through the most desperate and loneliest moments of his entire life, just like what Melrose is going through now.

Malleus is terrified, on one hand, Melrose's words did shake his heart a bit, reminding him of each and every second he had beside you. Your secret meetings at ramshackle dorm, those glamorous seconds spent under the light of fireflies at the dead of the night. All of a sudden, he totally understands what Melrose is going through and hoe she's feeling, but at the same time, he's even more terrified of this now.

Melrose is going to end up just like him, even if he ever agreed to let go of her daughter after all these years, then what would he be turned into?

The pain, the isolation, the loneliness. If Melrose too leaves him he'd end up being just as isolated and feared as the witch of thorns herself.

He thought he'd found a way to change his fate... he thought falling for you had finally saved him from turning into the moster he's always been afraid of becoming.

Malleus is scared, bitter and confused, lost in the thoughts without knowing what is right and what is wrong anymore.

All he ever wanted was to be saved from his loneliness, but if he listens to Melrose's desires and allows her to find the happiness and love she deserves to feel, is he just to give in to that isolation and pain he'd always feared by his own will..?

#answered #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #tw/angst #Ahhh and I'm depressed again 💫💫💫#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #wip #tw/death

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anybody watched pixars luca and thinks it really would work for a clingy duo/bench trio au?

(//luca spoiler warning!!)

tubbo is luca and tommy is alberto

tubbo starts out being more insecure but becomes more confident due to tommy and later ranboo

tommy acts overconfident to hide how much he has been hurt by Father Figure Of Choice (not phil though, so probably dadtdm?) tubbo helps him to open up

tubbos fish family that doesnt allow him to go to the surface probably has to be sparklez and crumb? or dadschlatt?

ranboo is guilia. their personalities are pretty different but i like the idea of him teaching tubbo about human stuff

tommy is jealous of this as tubbo is the first friend hes had and hes afraid to loose him

instead of living with his dad ranboo lives with his adopted family that is the rest of sbi

after tommy and tubbo get revealed as sea monsters they essentially go "yes we've known these fishy fucks for 5 minutes. yes we are adopting them"

the entirety of the disc wars are actually just a bike riding and pasta eating contest against dream

also not from the movie or anything but niki is definitely a fish lady too. shes a friend of sbi who lives a double life and helps the boys hide their identity for a bit

also sea moster x pirate background puffychu? 👀

yeah!!! i think this is fun!!! feel free to add on ideas!!!

#tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #nihachu #clingy duo #bench trio #sbi #bench trio luca au #mcyt #dream smp #long post

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thebuckysoldier · 4 years

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Angel

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Summary: You were experimented on, resulting in you now having wings. Eventhough you might hate it, Bucky doesn’t.

Wordcount: almost 1.6K

Warnings: angst

A/N: I’m so sorry, again, it’s been so long. And again, it’s not a identical mosters update but an oneshot. I kind of really like this concept and i think its cute, also this one has been ready for quite a while but i wanted it to be longer but i had no idea how to make it longer and i kinda like it like this. So here you go, please enjoy, and also another side note, i think i found motivation to continue identical mosters so we’ll see if i upload in the next couple of days, I’m very sorry if i don’t in advance.

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When you first met everyone in the tower, you were scared of their prying eyes, their gazes and their eyes scanning your appearance.

Oh, how far you’ve come since then. You remembered the way everyone had looked at you well, but you never held any grudges against them for it. They all had apologized, it’s just that they had never seen anyone like you. And that’s probably because there is no-one like you, and if there was the things you’d give to meet them.

You were special, and you had accepted it now. You had maybe chosen a different way for yourself to become special, but oh well you were here now. It wasn’t your choice to be kidnapped and experimented on.

No, the experimenting they had done on you wasn’t like the experimenting Hydra had done to the Maximoffs. No, it wasn’t alike in any way. Loki’s staff caused them to have awesome powers, what your torturers had done was cut you up and stitched you back together again and again and again until they had finally reached their goal.

Now there were two protuberances sticking out of your back they had dared to call wings. And yeah, they had actually succeeded, you were able to fly with those wings. When you first came to the tower you were weak and they had called a miracle that you were still alive. You could use the wings back then, but barely, and it also hurt so badly you passed out every time you’d use them.

You were different and kept to yourself, but surprisingly it was Bucky who had taken you under his wing. He helped you when you needed it, while you were trying to distance yourself from everyone, and who knows, they might have tried to distance themselves from you too, he didn’t. He took care of you, he knew what it was like being the odd one out and when he was he took great comfort in knowing Steve.

He felt bad for you, everyone was curious about you, but didn’t seem to care to talk to you, or to even question you about the things on your back. You knew no one in the tower and suddenly you were living in the same ‘house’ as them, used the same kitchen and walked through the same hallways.

Bucky had never looked at you that way, and you couldn’t find the words to tell him how grateful you were for that. It was because of him you were able to grow into the person you were today, nothing compared to the person who first walked through those doors.

Of course you’d never be the same person you were before everything happened but you are content and confident being the person you are today. Although you may have hated living in the tower at first, you couldn’t be happier to be there now. Most of your mornings were spent training with Sam or sometimes Nat if you were feeling up to it for the day. And then you usually made breakfast and ate with whoever was in there with you, it didn’t matter anymore they all warmed up to you and became great friends. Afternoons were spent having fun with Wanda, occasionally Peter and Shuri too if they were around, there was also rarely a day you didn’t stop by Tony and Bruce in their lab. Overall your days in the tower were good, you were fine being with anyone and speaking with anyone but you were also perfectly okay being on your own and watching a movie or reading a book.

But the thing you were maybe most grateful for was that at the end of the day you’d get to curl up to Bucky and talk to him about the day you had, whether they were spent apart or together.

You and Bucky took great comfort in each other, although you were very different people, if you look closer you may have more in common then first meets the eye. He was the first person you ever let close to your back, and the first time you let him he almost shed a tear, you may not have noticed, but that really meant a lot to him. He was known for being violent, his name was connected to hurt and yet he was the first person you let take care of you.

Like the skin connected to his metal arm, your back was scarred and had an angry red color. So when you had let him touch your back the first thing he did was gently rubbed some cream onto it that would help your skin heal itself. He had learned you how to take care of yourself, and in return you did the same. He still had his own trauma to deal with, but you thought it was safe to say that you both had come a long way already.

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It took you a long time, even after you had become more open with everyone in the tower, before you were able to join the others on missions. You trained long and hard, because making a change for the better in the world was something you really wanted to do.

So when Steve finally agreed to let you come to a smaller mission you were beyond happy. To say the mission went extremely well was an understatement, and you were happy you were an asset to the team. And from then on you went on almost every mission fury sent your way. Mostly Natasha but the others too trained you to be a skilled fighter and with the help of Bruce, Tony and doctor Cho you could now use your wings without it hurting which was a great help as well.

But even though the wings didn’t really hurt anymore, the skin surrounding the wings was still scarred and red. But there was another thing about the wings that you hated. Yes of course you got looks from everyone that saw the wings, I mean a human with wings? Yeah something doesn’t add up there.

But they weren’t pretty wings, bird like wings with feathers, like the ones angels have. Beautiful white feathers, if only your wings looked like that. But no, in stead the scientists gave you purple-ish, red-ish wings the resembled more batwings then anything else. They were ugly in your opinion, the skin like consistency of the wings felt and looked weird, ugly and dare I say it, scary.

How everyone, but most importantly Bucky, could accept you this way was something you could never understand. The wings made you look scary. The world was aware of you, they knew who you were and they knew that you were with the avengers, but they don’t know your story. There are times when you are out on the streets with Steve or Tony to anyone really gets recognized for example by little kids and they scare away from you, they hid behind their mothers legs. You were sure nothing could ever hurt you more, you loved kids, you truly believed you had a kind heart and you took pride of that. Even though you’ve been hurt so much, you aspired to be the best kind of human being. And when young kids are scared of you, your heart breaks into a million pieces.

But sadly, scaring away children isn’t the only thing that happens when you get recognized on the streets. Teens and often older people too, throw hurtful words at you.

“Monster”

“Freak”

“Mutant”

“Demon”

And that list goes on and on and on. You would think you’d know all the hurtful words by now, but it seems like they come up with new ones everyday. But Bucky is always there, at first you didn’t show that you cared about what people thought, but little by little as Bucky broke your walls down, you let him in on your thoughts. And of course he told you not to care, they didn’t know better, but the also knew from experience it’s not easy. After what he had done all those years, Bucky received quite some backlash too. At the end of a hard day he always called the two of you ‘the monstrous couple’ and for some reason a smile magically appeared after those words. Maybe it was caused by the butterflies you still had every time he called you a couple, maybe it was the reminder that you weren’t alone in all this, or the fact that the two of you could make fun of it because deep down you knew in the end, you only need him.

But he still found you often looking at yourself and your wings in the mirror. This conversation was one you had with Bucky over and over again. And for some reason you two always said the exact same words, as if it was the first time you ever had the conversation.

“What are you looking at, doll?” He’d ask as if he didn’t already know.

“The wings” you’d reply

“And why is that?”

“Because they’re horrendous, I look horrendous.”

“Honey you’re the most beautiful human being the world has ever seen, inside and out”

And he’d always take a little breath before adding the next part. The part you loved most.

“Darling you’re an angel, you’re my angel and you got the wings to prove it”

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