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evielmostdefinitely · 5 months

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please something about pregnant capitol!reader. maybe she's pregnant and coriolanus is over OVER protective?

watchful eye |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, pregnant!captitol!reader and protective!coryo.

contains: reader is pregnant. alludes to dom/sub themes. some talk of violence. protective/possessive coriolanus. mainly fluff.

“Are you alright?” Coriolanus' eyes scanned the room, a predatory gaze that commanded the room. His hand found the small of your back, a soothing rub over the material of your dress, pressing into the spot on your spine that was always aching lately.

“Yes.” You nodded, giving a forced smile in case others were watching. Your hand smoothed over the swell of your abdomen, prominent now.

You were surprised Coriolanus let you out into the public now that you were showing. He’d been so careful with the news, so cautious that others might find out and want to harm you. You supposed that's why he’d commanded more Peacekeepers to the Districts, curfews and whippings and hanging multiplied to anyone even seen with a rebel- to drive them out, make an example of them, scare the others. All to keep you safe, or so he told you.

With the next games coming up, you were at the annual party hosted before the Reaping tomorrow, full of Capitol socialites all fluttering with excitement at your news. Still, a haunting aura hung in the air, like they were all scared- perhaps it was because of the way Mrs. Bezel was drugged away to Dr. Gaul’s torment chamber for touching your rounded belly. Coriolanus hadn’t even batted an eye before the Peacekeepers were yanking the elderly woman away mercilessly, dragging her through the crowds of terror-ridden onlookers.

“If you need to take a seat-” Coryo started, waving over an Avox with a sharp flick of his wrist.

“-I’m alright, darling.” You hummed gently, placing a calming hand over his.

“You need to rest.” Coriolanus’ eyes narrowed lightly, the same stern look he always gave you with your defiance, one that told you to obey.

You hated the way it made you throb, you’d blame it on the hormones again. “I’m alright.” You smile sweetly. “I’m afraid if I sit, I’ll never get up again.” You tease lightly, a real, honest grin spreading across your face. It made Coryo’s heart skip.

“Are you tired, then?” Coryo asked, hand pressing into your back again, fingers rubbing the knot gently there. Your spine had curved, figure caved to accommodate such growth- the habitat of your unborn child.

“Only a little.” You admitted, looking down at your swollen stomach. “I can last, Coryo. I will be alright-”

“-Nonsense.” Coryo shook his head, waving over the lead of his staff. “Make the announcement and ensure everyone leaves.” He commanded, his hand still on you. “And we will see you tomorrow for the Reaping.” A chilling tone to his words that had you shivering, taking his hand gently.

“You didn’t need to do that.” You hummed, slipping out the side door with him, down the hallway towards your own private living quarters. Your heels clicking against the marble of the floor, half steps to keep up with Coriolanus’ own stride. “I would have been fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Coriolanus rolled his eyes lightly. “You looked miserable.”

You frowned. “I did not.”

He snorted lightly, looking over at you, lips curled in a half smile. “Petal, you were restless tonight. Don’t think I didn’t see you slip your shoes off under the table.”

You pouted, a waddle of a walk beside him, still clutching his hand. “They hurt.” You huff, looking down at your heels, swollen ankles aching from the wear of the beastly things.

“I know.” Coriolanus smirked triumphantly. “I told you to let me know if it got too much for you. I’d have you escorted back.”

“I didn’t want to go back.” You huffed, a swing of emotions Coriolanus was still struggling with understanding. “You’ve kept me under lock and key for months, Coryo. I wanted to be out, see other people, and socialize.”

Coryo nodded, choosing not to chastise you. Not now, not with how your tone clipped, a warning that the floodgates of your angry, hormonal tears were not far behind. Instead, he turned the key to your wing, pushing the grand doors open, a hand ushering you in.

Inside, he helped you out of your dress, moved your heels back into place when you kicked them off. You giggled at how he tickled down your spine, unfastening the hooks of your dress, a soft kiss to your shoulder that had you swooning.

You lay on the bed, feet in Coryo’s lap, his thumb digging into the heel of your foot, smug at the way it had you sighing with relief, melting into the mattress. He told you the plans for the games, how he and Gaul had worked even harder to make them better than last year, the changes and added sponsors.

“I’m sure they’ll be wonderful, my love.” You muttered, eyes drooping with a heavy tug of your lids. He was lulling you to sleep, not that it was much of a challenge, you’d nearly exhausted yourself tonight.

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?” Coriolanus asked, scanning your relaxed features. “Would that help with your back?”

“No,” You shook your head, eyes fluttering open. “I’m fine.”

Coryo frowned. “If your spine hurts, you should let me-”

“-Coryo,” You cooed, eyes soft when they opened and met him. “I’m alright. I’m comfortable, just… just keep doing what you’re doing, please. It feels great.” You sighed, wiggling your foot back into his grasp, an accidental brush over his crotch that had him flushing.

If you weren’t so tired, he would have fucked you into that mattress. You were so sensitive with the pregnancy, insatiable nearly. He hadn’t expected to be so attracted, that his desire grew with every new swell and rounding of your features, yet he found himself buried in your cunt every chance he could.

Coryo had already taken you before the party, the glow in your features waved off as from the pregnancy instead of the way he’d ravished you before. He supposed that could have aided in some of the reasons you were so tired.

“Tell me more about your plans.” You muttered, rolling your head into the pillow to look at him over the hill of your belly, your foot in his hand. “Who are the mentors for the Districts this year? Anyone we’d know?”

Coriolanus’ heart swelled, boasting with pride. It was why he loved you so, the interest you showed him in his work, in his passions. His thumb circled around a knot in your heel, grinning at how you squirmed, answering your question sweetly.

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exhaslo · 2 months

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Have you ever tried writing yandere!beast!miguel x chubby!female reader? I'd imagine it'd go something like beauty and the beast.

Your work is amazing!

Ohhhhhhhhhh, the IDEAS THIS IS GIVING ME IS UNHEALTHY!!! BUT LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

I'll do this one as fluff, but DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SMUT I'M ALREADY THINKING OFF OHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOH BOY.

Warning: Fluff, Possessive

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The city of Nueva York hid many dark secrets. There was always something new in every corner. One could live in the city all their life and still not know what dark, hidden truths that were scattered throughout the city that never sleeps.

But, the rumors spread.

You couldn't keep track of everything you've heard. You've only just moved into the city and it felt overwhelming. City life was nothing compared to the movies.

"Did you hear about Alchemax's CEO? He has locked himself in his mansion."

"Again? But...does it matter since the company is always booming?"

You couldn't help but overhear the chatter on the train. Funny enough, you had started working at Alchemax. You had heard a thing or two about your CEO, but never once met him. Funny enough, it was always the rumors you hear first.

But, it mattered not to you. It wasn't like you were ever going to meet the man.

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"Sir, could you please tell me again why I have to be the one to drop off these packages? Wouldn't Mr. O'Hara's assistant be a better fit?" You asked nervously.

"Funny enough, his close staff went on vacation. Besides, you would be in and out. He won't pay mind to you."

Why? Because you were chubby? This wasn't the first time you've heard a backhanded comment like that. It urked you. You came to the city for equal opportunity, but everyone only saw your weight.

"Good luck."

"Wait, how will I-" You gasped as your supervisor left you.

Oh, how you were ready to file a complaint to HR. You were left alone in front of your CEO's mansion with no way back home. You were abandon and you hated it.

Taking a deep breathe, you approached the main door and rang the door bell. The paperwork in your arms nearly crushed by your own frustration. Waiting for the door to open only angered you more. You huffed and kicked the door slightly, gasping as it opened.

Cussing quietly, you slowly entered the mansion. It was dark. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked for a desk, table, anything solid to place the file down.

"Um, excuse me. Sorry for the intrusion, but I have some paperwork from Alchemax, sir."

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Miguel let out a low growl as he laid in his bed. This beastly form giving him very little motivation to do much of anything. His glare shifted from his phone to the door as he heard the doorbell. Another poor soul has come to give him his paperwork.

Ready to scare the fool away, Miguel rose from his bed. His feet dragged with each step, causing an echo throughout the mansion. His low growls and hisses, giving him an eerie effect.

"Um, I-I'm just...going to drop this off....here." You stuttered.

Miguel's eyes light up as he heard your voice. Stopping his scary demeanor, he poked his head from the corner wall. There you were, shaking as you looked around his mansion. Miguel's breathing shuddered as he felt a fire lit inside of him.

"Wait," He called out, "Who are you? You're not the usual sender."

"Oh, um, hello, sir. I'm (Y/N) from marketing! I was asked to drop off from files for your approval since the usual sender was ill today." Your voice was so sweet.

"Ah, well I didn't mean to startle you. Please, help yourself to the room on the right. I should have some water in the fridge."

"Ah, thank you, sir."

Miguel withheld a breathe as he watched you walk into the room. Your hips swaying and curves calling out for him. How perfect of a treat you were. The only question was, would you be frighten by his form?

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You cooed softly as you drank a bottled water. Sure, this place was creepy as hell, but finally hearing a reassuring voice calmed you. Yes, you were surprised by the sudden voice, but who would have thought that the CEO sounded so charming.

"Ah, I don't wanna go back to work now." You whined quietly.

"Then don't,"

You gasped, jumping in place from the voice behind you. Catching your water before you dropped it, you sighed heavily. How could someone be so quiet? Turning to confront your CEO, you froze at the sheer height of him.

"Someone as cute as you shouldn't be working so hard." Miguel spoke, slowly approaching you.

"Cu-" You were at a loss for words.

For one, your CEO was a giant beast standing before you. Second, he called you cute. This was a first.

"Are you scared of me?" Miguel asked, stepping into the light. Your jaw dropped,

"I'm...more surprised," You whispered, staring at the tall beast, "I'm wondering if I'm even dreaming."

"You aren't. I won't hurt you either."

You were hesitant to his words. Who wouldn't be? You were surprised by how calm you were actually. This was your CEO in front of you. You've seen pictures of him, but never like this. It was strange, but you felt almost at ease.

"You would've by now," You said with a soft chuckle, "Um, if you don't mind me asking...How-"

"I do mind," Miguel hummed, his eyes sparkling brighter, "Would you take my proposal and work for me instead? I could use the help."

"Um-"

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It didn't take much to convince you at all. Miguel enjoyed how obedient you were. Miguel enjoyed your presence. You were kind to him. You were normal to him. You belonged to him.

Miguel made sure that you stayed by his side. He gave you a room in his mansion and kept you close at all times. You were oh so helpful to him in more ways than one. Miguel never thought that he'd have such feelings towards someone.

But you were special.

"(Y/n), come here." Miguel hummed, watching you hurry towards him.

His grin grew as you 'accidently' tripped and landed against his big, fuzzy chest. His arms wrapped around your thick waist, humming in delight as he held your thighs. You squeaked, but didn't complain as you fixed yourself on his lap.

"Sorry, Miguel!" You apologized. Miguel kept his smile,

"Quite alright." Oh, how he loved holding you, "Did you need something?"

"I must have forgotten. Holding such a beauty seemed to have distracted me."

Your face flustered as you looked away from Miguel. Ah, that look was so adorable. Miguel loved keeping you all to himself. Stroking your cheek with his claws, Miguel brought your attention back to him. Oh, how you belonged to him.

"Oh! Before I forget, you received a letter. It seems like you're needed back at Alchemax. Shall I go and inform-"

"No!" Miguel hissed, holding you closer, "You aren't allowed to leave! You are staying here, with me!"

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You felt your heart racing a mile a minute as Miguel held you so firmly. Despite being a beast, you were enjoying this warm embrace. Miguel treated you so kindly. Yes, you didn't get to go outside, but you didn't mind.

"Okay, I won't go," You whispered, calming Miguel down.

It was strange. Some might say that you were being held hostage by a savage beast. Some would say that you were insane. You could not deny those claims, but you didn't care since Miguel cared for you. He didn't mind your body and he gave you such sweet compliments.

"Shall I make you your favorite meal?" You asked sweetly. Miguel exhaled and buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hands still holding your waist,

"In a moment."

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel spoke in your ear. How strange would it be to want to kiss him? You had seen his human form, you knew that he was human underneath the beast...But you still wanted to kiss him even as so.

How strange would it truly be?

To kiss a beast?

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It had been a couple of months since you've stayed at Miguel's mansion, helping him. You had grown feelings for him and wondered how strange it would be to act on them? Miguel was currently a beast, not human.

Hearing the sound of loud typing, you made your way to Miguel's office. You smiled as you watched the tall beast working diligently. It was funny since he was a CEO but hasn't stepped foot in his building.

"(Y/N), come in." Miguel chuckled. You smiled brightly, hurrying to his side,

"How'd you know it was me?" You teased. Miguel glanced down at you, easily picking you up and placing you on his lap, "Miguel! I'm heavy!"

"You're not," He hummed, nuzzling your neck, "You're perfect just the way you are."

"Hehe, Miguel, you're too kind." You cooed, feeling your heart race from glee, "Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," You chirped and pecked his cheek, "Is it okay for me to like you?"

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Miguel felt a rising heat from within. He hid his smile as he turned your head, chuckling at your cuteness. How delicious this was. You were right in his claws. You belonged to Miguel and no one else. You were never going to leave his side.

"It should be the other way around."

Miguel chuckled darkly as he brought you in for a kiss. Your body trembling under his touch as his tongue ravished your mouth. You smelled so sweet and you were all his. Swirling his tongue inside your mouth, Miguel hummed towards how sweet you taste.

"You're mine forever, (Y/N)"

Mine and no one else.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

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steam-beasts · 11 days

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The Chaos Continues

Sir Topham Hatt stared silently at the sight of what he was mostly sure were his engines, hugging eachother for comfort in their strange new bodies.

Bertram had went through many things during his time as controller; nearly losing the No.1 of his railway not once, not twice, but five times. Finding out some of his diesel engines were holding some of his steam engines hostage, getting his office blown up thanks to a former Navy man, witnessing his very expensive top link express engine nearly have a boiler explosion, having to go hunt his tank engine that was kidnapped by a rally car, dealing with one of his engines having a meltdown over the changes. The last and most stressful thing he went through was being forced to watch his poor engines practically mutate into beastly creatures and abandon them for nearly two years.

Now, it was this.

You know what? He needed to sit down. Sir Topham Hatt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he simply made his way back to his office, he didn't want to deal with this right now. As soon as he got there, he didn't even bother with shutting the door and sat down at his desk "...oh dear, oh dear...why do things like these keep happening..?" He groaned, rubbing his temple. Sometimes he wished he could've done more to prevent any of this from happening, but then again, how could he have known this would happen?

Before he could try to think of anything else, the stationmaster suddenly ran into his office, looking quite stressed out "Sir! There's trouble in the sheds!"

Sir Topham Hatt's eyes widened and his throat felt dry, he almost dreaded to ask, but he tried to keep his composure as he stood up "What's happening?"

The stationmaster looked very hesitant "Emily, Edward, Henry and Gordon. Th-They...well...erm" Topham walked up to him, stern but anxious. The stationmaster yelped as the stout gentleman pulled him down to eye level "My engines have what?! Spit it out, lad!"

"I believe it would be better if you saw for yourself, Sir"

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Down at Tidmouth, each the engines' crews were standing outside their respective engine's berth, muttering anxiously to one other. They could hear their engines letting out distressed whistles from inside, but wanted Sir Topham Hatt to see to it. Edward's oldest crew, Charlie Sand Jr and Sidney Heaver Jr noticed Thomas's new crew, Mr Conductor and Junior coming out from around the corner.

"Ah, Mr C!" Charlie exclaimed, jogging over to the pixie man "Charlie, is something wrong?" Mr Conductor asked, quickly noticing the worry."Well...yes, actually. You see, um... we're in a bit of a–"

"Oh! Are ye's on strike? I dinnae think Hattie would be too happy aboot that!" Junior interrupted cheekily, earning a small glare from Mr Conductor. Charlie rolled his eyes "No, we're waiting for Sir, actually. Because..." He then glanced at the sheds "...well, something has happened to our engines" he admitted.

"What's going on with Edward?" The conductor asked. Sidney then spoke up "It's not just Edward. Something happened to Gordon and Henry as well, and Emily too" Junior quickly frowned, now realising the matter was probably serious "They... they cannae be gaun feral again, can they? Ah thought we sorted that oot?". Charlie shook his head "No, they're mentally ok. Physically?...I'd rather not say until Sir Topham Hatt's arrived"

Mr Conductor winced and gazed over at the shut doors of Edward's berth, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Conveniently, they saw Sir Topham Hatt driving up to the sheds in his car. As soon as he parked, he came jogging out, trying to keep his hat on his head. As soon as he reached the ground of men and women before him, he took a deep breath, carefully looking at their expressions to assume the severity of the situation before speaking "Alright. What's all the fuss?"

Charlie Sand carefully approached the fat controller and guided him to Gordon's berth doors, opening the door by a few cracks "They're in here, Sir" he said quietly, worry evident on his face. Sir Topham Hatt nodded gravely and stepped inside.

He felt his heart sink to his stomach and skip a beat as soon as he saw them. Edward, Henry and Gordon had went through the same fate as Percy and the others. They were pressed up against the back wall, huddled close to each other. They stared down at Sir Topham Hatt, fear evident in their eyes.

"...Sir?" Edward whispered, the first one to say anything. Edward was quite a skinny looking creature, but he was a little bit top-heavy and quite muscular, as well as fit looking for his age, so were the other two. Though, Gordon and Henry were both on the heavier side.

"Sir...please, I-I don't know what happened to us. We were normal for one minute and the next...this" Edward explained, understandably shaken. Sir Topham put his hand up to silence him, and so he did.

"I'm not mad, Edward. Not at any of you..." he began, masking his own worry "I understand that this was out of your control, but we'll just have to make do for now. Now, where's Emily?"

Henry whimpered and pointed "She's over there, Sir..."

Topham looked over to where Henry pointed. Indeed, Emily was there, and naked. She was basically a giant naked lady. Sir Topham Hatt quickly and for Emily's sake, looked away as soon as he caught a glimpse of her body, coughing with embarrassment "Ahem! Erm...hello, Emily" he coughed.

"Oh, hello, Sir!"

Sir Topham Hatt knew this was gonna be a long week...

To be continued...

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte thomas #ttte gordon #ttte edward #ttte james #ttte henry #ttte sir topham hatt #ttte humanoid #ttte humanisation #ttte humanized #ttte emily #gordon the big engine #henry the green engine #edward the blue engine

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ystrike1 · 7 months

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Kemono Joushi ni Jitsuwa Mitomerarete Ita Hanashi - By Shiroinu (7.5/10)

Monster x Human. Boss × Secretary. The huge power imbalance is unreal, but they're a sweet couple. Why? They aren't dating. The enamored giant mutant lion man protects her respectfully, while he waits for the right moment to confess!

Ms. Oki is a skilled office lady, but nobody respects her because she's a human.

In this world most people have enhanced beast genetics. Speed. Smarts. Looks. Adding cat ears to your baby can give them an edge in life. Some humans are still boring old humans, and they get abused pretty badly. Compared to beastmen they're fragile and dumb...but wait! Ms. Oki refuses to be defined by her species!

The CEO, Atlas, offers her a job. She will be his personal secretary. Atlas is basically a monster. His genes are more beastly than most. He barely looks human. He's strong enough to crush cars and every other strong beast is a baby compared to him.

I'd like to say that this is a mild yandere story....but it really isn't. Atlas almost murders Ms. Oki's enemies more than once. Don't worry they're racist and they deserve it!

He also sniffs her coat...but I swear it's mostly wholesome. Atlas ADMIRES Ms. Oki. He wants her to excel and be accepted by the company and her peers. He plans to confess to her only when they get equal respect in the workplace.

Racism is actually a REALLY BIG ISSUE IN THIS SETTING. It's been normalized. Atlas is going to have to wait a while.

But thats ok.

Atlas is so fearsome that um...he makes everyone afraid with his mere presence. Even Ms. Oki. So before the respect thing she has to get over her fear.

Mr. Grey helps her.....after he tests her.

More jealousy.

Mr. Grey lectures Atlas too, because it's unbecoming to be possessive before you confess to a woman. It's very funny.

Saeki is a human man with a crush on Ms. Oki.

It's not gonna happen.

Atlas gets rid of an evil catgirl secretary to protect Ms. Oki.

Saeki's futile love gets crushed more than once. When he begins working with Ms. Oki as HER assistant, after she gains power in the company, he basically turns off his emotions and he becomes a side character.

It shouldn't be so funny but it is...

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Kemono Joushi ni Jitsuwa Mitomerarete Ita Hanashi

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gilded-garnet · 11 months

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Beastly Behaviour

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

WC: ~1.5K / Themes: (Fluff 💚 Light Violence 👊)

Summary: If there's one thing MC can't stand, it's a bully. During a Beasts Class, she takes defending Sebastian's honour into her own hands - literally.

(Yep, someone is getting punched and Sebastian is smitten.)

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"Why did you decide to take Beasts Class again? I never got the sense you were that interested," MC asked on the way to their first class of the year.

Sebastian shrugged non-committally. "I got a good enough grade and I'm keeping my options open. The extra studying's not an issue."

"Riiiight. And it wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I happen to be taking it, would it?" She asked, shooting him a sly smirk.

She expected him to deny it; she was only teasing, after all, but he returned her gaze seriously, wearing a fond expression.

"It may have had a small influence on my decision," he admitted, and she scoffed to hide her blush.

They arrived at the class and MC gave Poppy a quick hug in greeting before Professor Howin rounded them up.

"Everyone, follow me! I have a special lesson planned to welcome you all back." She led the trail of students out beyond the paddocks and through the tree line of the forest, finally coming to a stop at a grassy clearing. MC smiled when she saw what awaited them there.

"Here we are!" Their professor declared, holding her arms out in rather dramatic fashion.

There was a heavy pause before someone spoke. It was that haughty Slytherin boy who had harassed that Kneazle and Poppy back in fifth year. MC had never bothered to learn his name. "Um, professor, not to be rude, but there doesn't actually appear to be anything here," he sneered, and a Ravenclaw girl by his side snickered loudly. What in Merlin's name were those two doing in this class, anyway? Seeking to torture harmless creatures for sport, no doubt.

"Perhaps not to you, Mr. Parkinson, but I'll wager there's at least one person here who can identify the magnificent creatures before us," Professor Howin replied, looking at the rest of the class expectantly.

"Thestrals," MC answered, instantly.

Professor Howin smiled at her, nodding her approval, though there was was a tinge of sympathy in her eyes to accompany it.

"Indeed! As many of you will be aware, Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death. Of course, that has earnt them a rather negative reputation..." Professor Howin went on to speak of how Thestrals had unfairly cemented their place in wizard folklore as harbringers of misfortune. Sebastian listened with his arms folded, a small frown on his face.

"You really don't like Thestrals, do you?" MC stated more than asked, leaning her head towards his ear.

"I don't dislike them. They just...remind me of what I've lost, that's all. The very concept of them is macabre," he replied.

"But they're such gentle creatures," she insisted, though she soon realised that her timing was rather questionable when Professor Howin began tossing raw steaks into the clearing. The Thestrals descended upon them with gusto, and the 'unsighted' in their class let out gasps of fear and amazement as the the meat seemingly began to levitate and then vanish before their eyes.

Sebastian's lip twitched, and he looked at her with dry amusement. "Ah, yes. Look at them ever so gently ripping apart those steaks."

She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

"What is even the point of this? Most of us can't even see the damn things anyway," Parkinson muttered irritably under his breath. He looked around the clearing before his eyes alighted on another, much more visible form of entertainment.

He sauntered over to MC and Sebastian, a gleam in his eyes that she very much did not like the look of.

"Sallow, you can see them, right?" Parkinson asked in an exagerated whisper, practically pushing her aside in the process.

Sebastian frowned. He had no patience for his housemate at the best of times. "Just what exactly are you getting at, Parksinson?"

"Is it true that your parents got themselves killed playing around with a muggle contraption?" Parkinson probed, lowering his voice even further. She saw Sebastian tense and felt a wave of apprehension overcome her.

"Did your uncle go in an equally tragic way? Perhaps he tripped and fell on his garden shears outside that quaint cottage of yours?" Parkinson continued with a cruel smile, his words sickly. MC was equal parts shocked and outraged by his brazenness.

Sebastian hadn't reacted yet, but she could sense the warning signs: the darkening in his expression and the twitch of his fingers towards his wand. She, however, acted first. Without a word, she marched over to Parkinson, wand forgotten, and punched him square in the face.

She heard (and felt) a rather satisfying crack before he stumbled backwards onto the floor, clutching his nose. The Thestrals bellowed, spooked, and fled from the clearing in a rush of hoofbeats and leathery wings.

"Wh - what the hell?!" He spluttered with outrage, but the heat of his accusation was largely undone by his nasally voice, now thick with blood.

"Muggle enough for you?" She spat, glaring down at him. She was acutely aware of Sebastian's eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to see him staring at her with eyes wide and mouth agape.

Professor Howin pushed her way through the circle of students that had formed around them. "And what, exactly, is going on here?" She demanded, glaring daggers at them both.

Parkinson jabbed an accusatory finger up at MC, his other hand still clutching his streaming nose. "This lunatic attacked me!"

"Only because he was saying some truly vile things," she retorted, her temper rising again. She obviously hadnt hit him hard enough.

"Enough!" Professor Howin shouted, her voice firm. "Both of you will serve detention with me for a week. I will not tolerate such beastly behaviour in my class."

"What? Why me?!" Parkinson spluttered.

Professor Howin looked down at him with a withering look. "Because I have no doubt, Mr Parkinson, that you did in fact say some rather vile things to earn that broken nose."

Sebastian snorted with laughter, and a few other students couldn't stifle their giggles. Behind his hand, Parksinson's face turned even redder. The Ravenclaw girl dutifuly arrived at his side, attempting to hook her hand under his elbow, but he shook her off impatiently. He staggered to his feet and glared at MC and Sebastian before he marched away, muttering a stream of curses.

With the subject of their lesson now notably absent, Professor Howin promptly called an end to the class and they began to trapse back to the castle. Sebastian and MC walked together, shoulders brushing.

"It was very good of you to defend my honour like that," Sebastian remarked. "That punch was much better than anything I could have come up with."

"Yes, well, I've never been able to stand that prat. Been itching to do that since last year," she replied, flexing her now aching hand. She'd apparently managed to injure herself in the process.

She sucked in a surprised breath when Sebastian gently cradled her injured hand in his own, running his thumb soothingly over her stinging knuckles. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

"I'll be sure to find a way to express my gratitude," he commented, eyes twinkling with mischief in a way that made her heart flip. An abundance of scenarios came immediately to mind as to just how he could thank her, but she buried those thoughts deep.

"You really are amazing, you know that?" He continued, looking at her with such sincerity that her mind struggled to form words. He was so close, and his lips looked incredibly soft.

But then Sebastian's eyes became unfocussed as he clocked something over her shoulder and he smirked, releasing her hand and taking a step back. "Watch out, I think your number one fan is on their way."

"Wha - ?" She didn't get to finish before something small and solid collided full speed with her waist, forcing the air from her lungs.

"Oh, MC, that was simply marvelous! I wish I had your courage; I would have done that a thousand times over by now," Poppy enthused, hugging her tightly.

"It was my pleasure, Poppy," MC replied, still catching her breath, for more reasons than one.

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Sebastian wasted no time filling his best friend in on the day's events whilst in their dorm room.

"...and then, Ominis, she punched him, square in the face!" Sebastian enthused, unable to contain his euphoria.

"She what?!" Ominis spluttered, pausing as he rummaged through his bag.

"I know!" Sebastian answered, laughing. He threw himself back onto his bed with a blissful sigh. "Honestly, I couldn't believe it, but I think it might just be the best thing I have ever seen. She's incredible."

Ominis scoffed, but smiled all the same. "You're both utterly mad. You deserve each other, honestly."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #honestly I don't think this is great but I wanted to post it anyway!

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sir-toastington · 4 months

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my gf and I decided to redesign Mr. Beastly and Shreeky from the old Care Bears. Y'know... the best characters in the series? lol We also wrote some lore for them.

Beastly is basically a bat, he used to be a human before No Heart turned him into what he is now. Shreeky drives him up a wall because he has sensitive ears with her screaming. He can't read, but Shreeky makes him write the bears menacing notes anyway. every other word is misspelled. Figuring out what the hell he wrote is a game at this point.

Shreeky was gifted a magic mirror by her uncle No Heart and now wants to be a witch, she does everything to impress him and learn evil magic.

anyway I have no idea what possessed us to do this, but might as well share our word vomit. enjoy

#care bears #carebears #shreeky #beastly #mrbeastly #mr beastly

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twisting-echo · 1 year

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Mr. Beastly looking sweet as honey and nice as pie~

I actually do love this little hairy-troll-gremlin-football-potato-pig.

Why do I feel like if they made a reboot of the Care Bears Family, Alex Brightman would be the perfect Beastly? Beastly just gives me Beetlejuice vibes in this picture.

I love how Beastly looks like a small child hiding behind his mother's skirt.

#the care bears #care bears #mr beastly #care bears beastly #care bears mr beastly #carebears #true heart bear #noble heart horse #beastly #the care bears family #sweet as honey #nice as pie

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parmysan · 2 years

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#mr beastly

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petrssecrethideout · 21 days

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"Alright everyone, we are back. Now, for this episode I had to leave for work, so for the video I'm currently recording in the hotel I'm staying at, and hopefully Dale has his set up like I told him to so that.... Dale."

"What?"

"What's that?"

"Oh my mug? That's empty I need to put it in the sink."

"That's not-- What's with the oil drum?"

"Oh, so you haven't been following my tiktok? Wooooow."

"Hey, listen I- I deleted Tiktok off my phone years ago I can't go back now. And honestly, all I've heard is that you've been causing trouble."

"Hey that wasn't me. The guy that I was talking about a month ago made a 'response video' to me where he- really all he did was call me a 'beta low-test cuck' ,whatever the fuck that all means, and then he went through my videos and said that I was getting smaller because of my 'masturbation addiction'."

"... I can't believe we're doing another cum episode."

"You better believe it brother! So, in response I've created a personal challenge for myself: Throughout the month of November, I'm going to cum so much, that I can fill a 55-gallon Oil Drum by the end of the month with my cum alone."

"...No fucking way."

"I'm calling it the Cum Drum Challenge."

"The Cum Drum Challenge?"

"Listen I couldn't thin of a good name in time I only had a week to think about it before the challenge started shut up stop laughing."

"Ok ok sorry it- it got me. And you're doing this shit on Tiktok? How are you not banned already?"

"Well, I'm not showing myself filling the drum dude, I'm just like explaining it, and alluding to it. The filling sessions will be on my Onlyfans link in the descriptioooon~"

"Ok sure, whatever, fuck it. People are watching you do this? and liking it? unironically?"

"The first video people thought was just a joke, but by day 4 they were like 'oh this guys serious'. So right now its like 75% people saying I'm crazy and making jokes and like 25% pure awe. Oh but like dude, you know who did comment? Fucking Current Mr. Olympia and my favorite bodybuilder Andrew Nelson! And his comment wasn't ironic either. He was legit like 'I hope this works because it sounds way better than the alternative'. He's on my side!"

"Bet you got quick load after you saw that."

"Fuck off you can't say that now. He knows of me! He might be listening to this now."

"Ok, ok i won't. So, god, this challenge. How are you gonna do this, like 55 gallons isn't a small number dude."

"Yeah, but my buddy mapped it out with my 'average load volume' and I have to cum at least 10 times a day."

"10!?"

"Yeah, I know that's a lot for some guys, so if you wanna just try to fill a milk carton this month and then you can work your way up, no shame in that my friend. This is not for the faint of heart."

"Only 10!? What the fuck dude you're insane!"

"I know, these balls can fucking produce! Actually, side note to listeners we're recording this on November 7th, so I'm a week in. My balls are huge now dude. Like I had some big balls before but these babies are HUGE. And, oh god my beard's gotten all thick too? like I'm giving up on shaving this month it will not be tamed. And the muscles ugh fuck dude I can feel myself growing, like the more i pump this beastly cock It feels like liquid fire in my veins. And ...mmhh gruuh, dudeI get this full body pump every time I CUUM--ugh, fuck yeah man. So huge."

"Have you been jerking off this whole time?"

"...Maybe."

"Dude, again!?"

"I HAVE A QUOTA TO MEET! I'VE ONLY CUM 8 TIMES TODAY!"

"EIGHT!? ITS FUCKING 1PM YOU COULD'VE WAITED."

"WELL SORRY FOR TRYING TO OVERACHIEVE."

#ai muscle #muscle fiction #cumcast

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miraclesabound · 10 months

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Spoiler-Heavy Review/Thoughts on "The Last Voyage of the Demeter"

The crowd at the theater grew to about 15, so still pretty quiet.

Short version is that I enjoyed this movie thoroughly, but it is truly gruesome. The entry will start below the cut with spoilery warnings, because even having read the book, there were some things that caught me off guard.

Warnings for this film include:

trafficking of a young woman as a blood bag/bride for Dracula

Use of racial slurs against both a Black and a Romani character

deaths of all animals on board, including livestock and a young boy's beloved dog - shown with full gore

death of three crew members by burning in the sun after vampiric possession, including the young boy (the captain's grandson)

One of those three choosing sunlight as their method of suicide rather than allowing themselves to fully turn into a beat.

In fact, no one dies peacefully - this version of Dracula is emphasized as truly beastly, relishing the fear of his victims.

I know we've all been rooting for the Captain (named Captain Elliot in this version), but the true protagonist is Mr. Clemens, played by Corey Hawkins. We never get his first name, but we learn that he's a Black English doctor making his way home from Bulgaria/Romania, and he offers his services to Captain Elliot when a previously hired hand refuses to touch anything marked with Dracula's symbol - the stamp of a black dragon.

Other characters include: Captain Elliot and his young grandson Toby, Anna, the young woman given to Dracula as a captive by her village, and the men of the crew, all of whom have sailed with Captain Elliot before.

Then of course, there's Dracula himself. I saw some reviews saying he's shown far too early in the movie - but it worked for me. We find out that Anna was locked in his coffin with him and was meant to sustain him for the whole voyage - so when we see Dracula, he's weak and wracked with hunger for losing his food supply when Clemens finds Anna and starts treating her. Since we see him like that early, there's room for him to grow to almost full power as he burns through the animals and then the crew.

I enjoyed just about every performance in the film, but Corey Hawkins (Clemens), Javier Botet (Dracula), and Woody Norman (Toby) were particular highlights. Clemens is your classic cynical scientist with a heart of gold, Dracula speaks less than you would expect but still has that taunting air, and Toby doesn't read as older than he's supposed to be.

As story beats go, I think I appreciated Anna's the most. I've said in my reread of Dracula that I wish modern adaptations did more with the people of Transylvania hating Dracula, and this version presented that in Anna's character. She's lived under Dracula's shadow as long as she can remember, even before her village elders handed her over, and once she's freed and recovered some of her strength, she's finally able to fight back. I'm a sucker for a character who knows they're doomed but still tries to do the right thing, and Anna is that in spades.

THE LIGHTING IN THIS MOVIE WAS ACTUALLY EFFECTIVE!!!! The daytime scenes were vibrant, and all the nights scenes are lit by an enormous full moon and several stars. It makes the shadow work less muddied than you might see in a more modern-style horror movie.

The movie ends with Clemens technically surviving, but still deeply traumatized and literally scarred - he and Anna scuttle the ship and jump overboard, but not until after Dracula has drunk enough from Anna to curse her and he's badly hurt Clemens' neck. Anna gives herself over to the sun so that Clemens can get to shore, and the closing scene is clearly a sequel hook as he hunts for Dracula in London - or perhaps the Count has already realized that Clemens is on his tail. This worked for me because the film stuck with Clemens. I kept expecting him to run into one of the core Dracula characters, and I'm not sure I would have liked that.

This is all a very long-winded way of saying that this was a film I truly enjoyed, and it is a LOVE LETTER to the book's thesis - the supernatural may have come out of hiding, but if we band together, evil may be halted - even for a little while.

Rating: 8.5/10

#dracula daily #the last voyage of the demeter #last voyage of the demeter

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