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nitrowyverine · 8 hours

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Finally played the TOUCHSTARVED Demo! Still thinking about it over a week later.

(Above: Steam banner image for TOUCHSTARVED from Red Spring Studios)

I love it SO MUCH. and i have QUESTIONS. my extended thoughts below the cut [Demo spoilers included]

General thoughts:

this game is SO up my alley that it's insane. local goth gaming nerd is kicking their feet and giggling

the music? and sound design? It's honestly incredible, even beyond the infamous Every Time We Touch cover (Which is how I found this game). We all have to be giving more props to the music/sound work, it absolutely punches the experience up so many notches. When a soundtrack is released I'm immediately keeping it on hand for all my tabletop needs

absolutely enamored with the backstory mechanic. It adds so much individual depth to the character. you can feel attached to your MC without them being a complete blank slate. I absolutely love that different MC backstories have you pick up different details about the characters. (My favorite is The Hound immediately picking out who the leaders are amongst the group, in contrast to the other MC backgrounds)

I wanna eat the backgrounds. I wanna eat them whole. They're so detailed and colorful and have a great sense of depth. 100000/10

Specific character thoughts/theories:

(Images courtesy of the Touchstarved character Lore posts from the Red Spring Studio socials. I'll be linking them in each of the character's names)

Ais:

Thank you, Red Spring studios, for blessing the players with the ability to bite him if you're an ass to him the entire demo. You truly know what we want

Lore seems to indicate that Ais came over from the demon realm for some unknown reason, and was possibly some kind of demon king or leader? Fascinated to learn what happens there

Ngl the Seaspring looks like it would taste good. My favorite raspberry/rhubarb tea looks just like the Seaspring water. Gimme the group juice.

Question: If Ais gets infected with MC's madness....does that mean. the WHOLE groupmind gets infected? Humans and soulless alike? That's a city-destroying disaster waiting to happen

CONCLUSION: Most likely to adopt 6 dogs instead of picking up the groceries. Least likely to let you have the car aux cable.

Kuras:

I do believe Kuras is the actual best shot at a cure/treatment of all candidates. Assuming the curse is some level of demonic, an angel's touch is probably the best bet.

Let me be clear here though, I do think he might just go "Well you can just like. not have arms" and take them. That is a possibility

Most of the other characters I can get a rough idea of what they want and why. Kuras? I have NO idea what his goal is, which is very frightening.

Twitter bio image does say "Repentant Angel", and that his fatal flaw is "his sins can only be repaid through suffering". Possible linkage to Lovent's fall? Or another major disaster?

its okay sweaty we all get The Guilt (tm)

If Kuras somehow gets MC's maddness (I have a feeling it may not effect him? but if it did) that would just. end the world right there.

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be the one guy you might be able to bring home to your parents. Least likely to put on oven mitts to take a frozen pizza out of the oven.

Vere:

I love Vere for being the character I thought I could trust the least, turning into a character I actually trust allot. I trust him to be extremely dangerous. He probably wasn't lying when he said his heart is on his sleeve.

Also, big props for having him just kill you in one of the demo endings. What a guy, I love him, no notes

Wait what he's over 100 according to his birthday post. thats, allot? older? than I thought?. okay yeah the lore posts mention he's a possible deity figure. not comforting

Vere is very fae-logic coded. Like, the words he says can be true and false at the same time. Don't tell him your name, he will cannibalize you for fun, etc etc ya know fae stuff.

i will protect him always

CONCLUSION: Most likely to fuck your dad. Least likely to be your new stepdad.

Mihn:

Mihn is much dodgier than the rest, but I think that makes them more trustworthy. They're not as interested as playing games.

I nominate Mihn as a secondary protagonist, since Leander, Ais, and Kuras seem to be interested in them quite a bit. Even Vere has a rivalmance kinda thing going for Mihn. If MC didn't show up, that would be the dating sim right there

I'm excited by the lore post and the implications that Mihn is from Lovent (or has traveled there? and survived?) and potentially getting greater lore expansion about the world surrounding Eridia

I think it's interesting that their strength stat is relatively low compared to the others, yet they're one of the characters that actually uses their strength in the demo.

Also, I think we see the least of their "monstrous form" of everyone in the demo (minus their ability to dodge in and out of shadows). I'm thrilled to see what their monstrous form actually entails.

Mihn would survive bloodborne. That's it thats the entire thought

CONCLUSION: Most likely to do all the work in a group project. Least likely to be chill during Mario Party.

Leander:

OKAY ALL OF MY QUESTIONS ARE HERE. I AM DEEPLY AFRAID. Something is absolutely wrong but we have no current ability to pinpoint what it is.

I've seen theories Leander is dead. However, in Vere's route, he mentions that Leander smells like aftershave. While this could be part of an extra-elaborate ruse, hair doesn't grow after death (Minus the appearance of it happening due to natural decay processes) so he wouldn't need to shave. However, I am betting on him being involved in some sort of un-death cycle.

actually I can guarantee his story is all about cycles. Has anyone else mentioned how his belt is the triple goddess symbol.

you know. the symbol of maiden/mother/crone. birth/life/death. beginning/middle/end. like

Moving on, the vast majority of his smiles are forced (Mouth is smiling, but there's no eye movement/crinkle that would indicate it's genuine). That is enough of a red flag but honey I am so much more worried about my next point:

WHERE DOES HE GET HIS MONEY. He's constantly buying rounds of drinks for a packed bar. It's briefly mentioned his clothes are nice. He pays for anything MC needs. However, says Bloodhound rates are "Free". Where does he GET HIS MONEY for all of this. Twitter posts from Red Spring point out he doesn't accept bribes (at least overtly).

WAIT I'M REREADING THIS POST WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE SILENT CRYPTS.

Looking again at Leander's stat post. The Ouroboros in the background is. Not comforting. Also, "Forbidden Magic"? yeah I have a feeling we know why he's not in the Senobium

Theory, potentially Leander is currently being paid by the Senobium to maintain lowtown/Silent Crypts order? I think there's still a connection between them. Like the Senobuim can remain detached while having ties to whatever horrible things Leander is doing.

Okay, in the twitter relationship charts it says that Kuras has looked out for Leander "Since he was young". Kuras probably knows. SO much we don't.

When Mihn scolds Leander for not telling MC to be off the streets past dark. I think Leander intentionally "Forgot" to mention that. I think he wanted the MC to see how dangerous Eridia was so MC would stay closer to Leander for safety. I think it was a very intentional manipulation tactic.

(Furthermore, did he actually cast a spell of luck on MC when he gave them the lilies from his introduction magic trick? Then bet on the MC living through the day?)

I do think Leander's surprise at MC going out to the Seaspring was genuine, since his spit-take clashes so starkly with his cool-guy demeanor.

I also have a feeling that Leander has been past the veil/shroud. he's doing something fucky and the veil is prime fuckery territory.

(Are we...going to get a timeloop story????)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to dramatically use himself as a human bridge over a small puddle (as an excuse to get walked on). Least likely to remember to go to bed after playing Stardew Valley for 13 hours straight.

Touchstarved game things I'm concerned about:

(I feel like I wouldn't be doing my game designer duties if I didn't point out my concerns as well. To be fair, there aren't many.)

I hope the bad endings get fucked up, story-wise. Since it's a horror game, I know it might turn some people off to have things go super wrong, but I really hope they do. I want to see some endless pain vortexes, some real Juniji Ito-style suffering. But I would also understand if the devs want to softball some of the worst outcomes for the sake of widespread appeal.

We all have countless examples of kickstarter games looking strong out the gate, but then falling flat upon release. While I have high hopes for Touchstarved, I do know the reality and intense difficulty of kickstarter games. I'm really hoping the demo isn't the best the studio will have to offer.

OVERALL: I am rooting for the Touchstarved team/Red Spring Studio all the way! I'm thrilled to see where this game goes. I am poised on this purchase button and ready to buy when it releases.

#touchstarved game #here's my long winded thoughts on it #tl;dr I love it #the brain worms have me #im going to stop editing this post and finally post it

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ask-zacharies-snackarie · 1 year

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He's doomed by the narrative, ahhh he's mad 🤣🤣

#fnaf sb #fnaf #security breach #fnaf oc #star ⭐#some lore down in here!! hey hi are you cozy in here with me? okay wonderful #okay i said lore but its more like lore bites #but star works in the theatre that post sb has been turned into a much bigger deal‚ its more live theatre and movies #and new star was put in charge of the shows and was frequently the starring role‚ so theyre kindof full of themselves #also his pronouns are he/they cause of their dual personalities/processors #He pronouns before they remembered who they used to be #and when they self decommed‚ they had passed the cable they used to neck bungee with under their motherboard on the back of their head #and the resulting force from the cable going taut when they jumped caused the board to snap in half‚ mirroring old stars shattering in sb #they also sound kinda like mirror man from jack staubers opal #and they hate messes and they have a disdain for children‚ messy children touching them makes them want to commit arson #theyre also all white which is the perfect canvas for their painting they put on themselves b4 death #and they only have two hands :((( pns didnt see it fit for them to have 4 arms no mo'#my art #my doodle #my doodles #snuck a lil old star pic in there aswell tee hee #youll get their lore too one day hopefully soon #also its so funny #old star has pants with no shirt while new star has shirt with no pants #OHHHH they also have heterochromia‚ one eye is blue while the other is yellow which ALSO mirrors old stars faceplate color split #cant have a fazbear animatronic without a little callback #i redid the tags that sucked ass

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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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OKAY HI IT ME 💋NON IVE BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. sorry if this is kinda, incomprehensible, i just had Thoughts and they Had to Come Out

okay so, this has been brewing for a while but, you wrote the thing about them taking his heart and i Could Not hold it back anymore. So. Affectionate canibalism. Technically its when someone eats part of a loved ones dead body. BUT this came into fruition before tubbo died. The original thought was more like, Tubbo insecure, fitpac dont really have any idea how to help this until Pac goes "well, you could always eat part of us. We respawn so itd be fine" and like. The trust of letting someone else Consume part of you (that feels like something Pac would suggest because, yanno). While I am p attached to the all consuming trust of "have part of me", with all thats happened lore wise recently, go wild.

hope youre having a good day :>

saw cannibalism. blacked out. read the rest of it. blacked out. hnggghhh

soft kisses arent enough for this. violently making out with you now

TW for cannibalism and gore

"People lie," Tubbo's voice cracked on the last word as tears threatened to spill out. "Words don't mean anything. You can say time and time again that you won't leave me but it doesn't, God, it doesn't fucking mean anything."

Fit and Pac were both silent.

"You need action," Pac said slowly and despite the tension and vulnerability Tubbo laughed, tinged with dark humor.

"Not sure now is the time to try and get in my pants."

"Not that kind of action," Fit snapped, with no bite in his voice.

Tubbo sniffed, trying to ignore the tears rolling down his surely bright red cheeks. "What then?"

"You could eat us," Pac said quietly.

Tubbo laughed, drily and a little bit wild. "Thought you didn't mean that kind of action."

"I didn’t." Pac said, looking up to make eye contact. "Let me prove how I will never leave you. Eat some of me, yeah? Cellbit can certainly vouch that I'm delicious."

Tubbo's eyes dropped to Pac's thighs without thinking. He was wearing pants that fell to his ankles so he couldn’t see anything but in his mind he could. The pale flesh lined with veins and curved with muscle.

Tubbo felt dizzy.

"Okay," he said very clearly, hearing his own voice as if he was outside of his body, just a surveyor.

Pac perked up. "I can have everything prepared by tonight, sounds good?"

Tubbo was nodding. "Yeah."

"Perfect."

The knife shone with Pac's blood, the man's face twisted up as he panted. Fit was holding him, holding his hands as Tubbo kneeled between his legs with the knife in his hands. The blood was trailing down his thigh in thick streaks and Tubbo was fascinated by it. He felt like a businessman at a steakhouse being presented with the house's finest meal.

He stabbed the flesh through, lifting it off leaving a bloody mess behind. Almost hesitantly he raised the slice of flesh to his mouth and took a bite while making direct eye contact with Pac.

Pac looked a mess and not just from the cut on his thigh. Part of him really wanted to make a joke about how Pac seemed to almost be getting off on it but it felt too sensitive, too personal so he shoved it down.

The flesh was strange tasting but not bad. But it was more than that. More than just flesh sliding down his throat. It was the fact that it was Pac's flesh, Pac's eyes on him as he swallowed. Fit's eyes on him as well, watching the bop of his throat with dark eyes.

Fit wasn't doing a damn thing. Just letting Tubbo chew on the flesh and swallow it down piece by piece. The trust was addictive. The trust felt like love. The trust felt like nothing he had ever tasted before like the blood on his lips. The trust tasted like the action that finally tipped the scales that dropped his right in their loving arms.

They would never leave.

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #fitpacbo #💋 anon

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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After Steve plays DnD

Eddie waves to Jonathan as the kids pile into the car. Steve offered to drive them all, but it’s on Jonathan’s route home anyway, now that the Byers live up by the river, closer to everyone else.

Eddie goes back inside. Steve is cleaning up the game table, stacking the books and putting the dice into their bag. He pauses on the D20, turning it in his hands, his face furrowed with concentration. The facets glitter in the light.

“Beautiful, right?” Eddie asks. Steve looks up, surprised.

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve puts the D20 into its velvet bag. He bites his lip. “Was I… Did I do okay?”

Eddie steps in, grabbing Steve’s hands.

“Of course! What do you mean?”

“I mean, it was my first time. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.”

Eddie grins.

“It’s Dungeons and Dragons, baby, not your gay virginity.”

Steve snorts and raises his eyes to the ceiling.

“I know.” He puts his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “This was much more intimidating.”

Eddie laughs into Steve’s shoulder, kisses his cheek.

“You were fantastic.”

“Really?”

“Better than my wildest dreams.” He pulls back to look Steve in the eye. “You were really nervous?”

“Yeah. I know it means a lot to you. I didn’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never.” They’re swaying from side-to-side now, in the sort of slow dance that they do. “How did you know all that stuff about dwarves not liking cows milk? Or elves eating fish?”

“I read it in one of your books.”

“Which one?” Eddie had given Steve the basic introductory books, but none of the really deep lore.

“I don’t remember. Not one of the ones you gave me. It was on your shelf.”

Eddie pulls back.

“You read the ones on my shelf?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Was I not supposed to? Is that cheating?”

“No, not at all! It’s just… I wasn't expecting that.”

“I wanted to do it right.”

Eddie shakes his head slowly.

“Fuck.”

“What?” Steve’s eyes are wide and anxious. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just really fuckin love you.”

Steve tenses in Eddie’s arms.

“Wait. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Oh thank God.” Steve sags against Eddie in relief. He rests his chin on Eddie’s shoulder and blinks away tears. “I wasn’t sure— nobody’s ever—“ he sniffs. “Mm. Love you.”

They stand there, letting that settle around them.

“Gnomes don’t like wheat,” Steve murmurs. “It irritates their digestion.”

“You’re literally my perfect human.”

“Mm. Not a human. I’m a Wolfborn.” Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw. “Child of a cursed lineage. Defender of my tribe.” He bites Eddie's shoulder, making him laugh and press closer. “And it’s a full moon.”

“Wolfborns aren’t werewolves,” Eddie gasps.

“I know. I never said I was. But I still like to howl at the moon.”

Eddie giggles and pulls Steve in for a kiss.

“Howl away, baby, it’s just the two of us.”

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Steve harrington plays DnD #I've never actually played DnD #dungeons and dragons #eddie munson #stranger things #Joe Quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #Somebody FINALLY tells Steve they love him

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nr1chaedickrider · 4 months

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Twice mv theory

if you thought my doughnut theory was complicated, then im sorry, because this theory is even complicated for me and i didn't work it out fully, share your theories and opinions! i love theorizing <3

More and More mv

please watch the mv before reading this part

okay so I actually watched this mv quite often, and its way harder to make theories than for the doughnut mv.. (even tho i was working on that theory for weeks ngl)

but there are two things i immideatly noticed:

1. Nayeon, Mina and Dahyun

these 3 dont leave my mind while im theorizing about the mv.

and yes im gonna pull the adam and eve theory out of my ass again (there is something about them that twice uses so much???)

how pooks @allfortzu said, "adam and eve but make it gay" (lmao) but while thinking about it makes somehow sense.

maybe its a weird triangle-relationship or some other thing, im not sure about that part, but why would exactly they bite into the apple? why not chaeyoung? why not sana?

there is something about the three of them, maybe the way they did something in the twice verse that can be seen as a sin.

For Dahyun, I can only think of the doughnut theory, is her murder the cause for sining in the more&more mv?

if im already talking about dahyun, i need to include the scene she has with jihyo.

the way jihyo stands next to her, singing into the camera while dahyun doesn't move at all, maybe a confrontation?

(and i actually have no idea why jihyo turns into a horse)

dahyun has weird scenes in some mvs, sometimes all alone, (best thing i ever did mv, even though they all have scenes alone i cant stop thinking about her scenes)

about Nayeon and Mina tho, i actually have no idea, like not at all.

i think they never had any special scenes where you can be like "why did they bite into the apple?"

something in the twice lore makes mina be alone many times, for some reason.

you can see in the mv that there is a snake (which also exists in the adam and eve story) maybe its connected to Nayeon and mina?

I also find it weird why Nayeon, Mina and Dahyun are the only ones stepping into a place that seems like "a new world".

-> because of biting the apple?

going through, what looks like a Portal, into the new world, im not sure how that connects to the adam and eve thing but maybe it has again smth to do with that.

i would be glad to hear your thoughts on it, lets get to the second thing.

2. Jeongyeon

if you have seen atleast some of the twice mvs, you know that jeongyeon somehow plays an important role in it.

especially her black dress in the MORE&MORE mv made me think, because I dont think it was because the stylists dont care about her or something.

the way she stands there way in the back, alone, the black dress making her seem like an outsider, maybe something raven-like?

maybe its a warning, jeongyeon has had some "different scenes" since what happened in the fancy mv.

(watch the mv first before reading)

so we know that she touched the rose, touching a Spike that makes her pull away her hand, looking at the camera as, maybe, a sign?

this reminds me of the sleeping beauty, if you dont know who it is let me give u a quick explanation:

"Sleeping Beauty', a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm, tells the story of a royal couple whose daughter falls into a hundred-year sleep as a result of the curse of an angry fairy after she pricks herself on a spindle."

yes, in the fairy tale it is an spindle, but you cant tell me that it doesnt seem odly familiar.

(watch the i cant stop me mv before reading)

if we are talking about jeongyeon playing a particular role in the twice lore, we cant not talk about the i cant stop me mv.

(lets ignore how icsm is about sex) but the lyrics are, obviously, talking about about not being able to stop themselves, wanting to give into the desire.

but why is it important?

because jeongyeon plays the role of a "rescuer"

now hear me out.

jeongyeon drives the motorcycle, where?

to the table where all the members sit, she lands on it, maybe trying to save them?

wanting to stop them from giving into the desire?

trying to save them from something?

(watch the feel special mv before reading)

I remember watching the mv as a baby once, being confused of why jeongyeon is completly alone, while all the other members have someone else (e.g. michaeng, motzu etc.)

of course, they are 9, someone will be alone, but they couldve just made one group of three?

and again, I dont think its because the directors of the mv have smth again jeongyeon or smth.

something changed after touching the rose, something happened to jeongyeon.

every mv after the fancy mv involves jeongyeon in a special scene, something that can be interpreted in many ways, but it seems like she is trying to do something, she is different than the other members.

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laprimera · 7 months

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alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹#queue. ･ﾟ ✹#importante and stuff #sorry this is at 3 AM gdfgfd-this is like the only time Im awake ironically #but again ill be really back in november! see ya then!

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hopeamarsu · 1 year

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The Moon in May - New Moon

Joel Miller x reader (no pronouns)

Word count 1,8k

Warnings Tracking someone, confrontation, wolf shifters, fated mates, TLOU AU

Summary He’d been tracking you for hours now. Despite the evasive tactics you had used, he had remained on your trail and it made cold sweat break out on your skin.

A/N The first of Moon in May fics is here. I wanted to explore wolves within the Last of Us universe and this little AU was born. It doesn't go too deep into wolfshifter lore but sort of dips its toes in which I found fun.

He’d been tracking you for hours now. Despite the evasive tactics you had used, he had remained on your trail and it made cold sweat break out on your skin. You’d always been able to slip away from those who tracked you or tried to bite you, your years as a shifter working to your advantage.

But he was too good at this, elegant and stealthy, which meant he wasn’t human or part of the infected. He was a wolf shifter like yourself and that made him twice as dangerous. So you only had one play left if you didn’t want him finding your den. You had to confront him.

In another world, you hadn’t been much of a fighter but since that day when the infected broke loose, you either had to learn to fight or die. And so you learned, honing your skills with the few wolf shifters you had encountered before moving on again, not wanting to settle down. You hadn’t been comfortable with the pack life and they had respected your wishes on being a lone wolf.

Sure, sometimes that meant the wolves you left behind tracked you for some time before you left their air but never had one tracked you like this. To say you were nervous as you planted your feet and let the wolf inside you surface, was an understatement. And now you waited, teeth bared but silent.

“I mean no harm,” the man said, arms raised when he approached you after a few tense moments. He wore clothes that had seen better days, his jeans grimy and crusty and his shirt patched in many places. The brown boots seemed to be held together with duct tape and the brown hair covering his head and jawline was shaggy and streaked with silver. But his eyes were clear and sharp, watching your wolf with interest and a slight bit of trepidation.

You watched him back, your eyes sharper now as a wolf as you cataloged even the tiniest of his movements. He seemed alert but relaxed, aware of his and your surroundings but also giving you his full attention. This was no recent shifter, he’d been like this ever since he was born perhaps because he knew exactly what to do and what not to do. No sudden movements, no running, but holding his ground and advancing slowly. From the way he moved, you also suspected he had seen a fair amount of battle and blood in his life. He moved like a warrior, sure and steady. You wondered briefly if his wolf would move the same.

He took measured steps closer until you growled menacingly and he halted. “Okay, not getting any closer, got it,” he nodded his head approvingly. His eyes flashed around you, checking if there were others nearby. “You alone?” You knew the question was redundant, he was already aware you were alone here. So why ask it? To try and fool you, or to ensure you knew he could do whatever he wanted?

You sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of deceit in him, but you couldn’t find any. The man waited for your move, arms now by his side but he made no move to come closer. You could easily jump him, and rip out his throat before he could shift, but something in him told you he wasn’t a danger. Something that called to you from inside him and with a startle, you realized it was his wolf. His wolf wanted to meet yours and you wanted it too.

You growled once more but lowered your snout a little, hoping he would catch on and he did, nodding as well. He lowered to the ground and his magic roared, transforming the gorgeous man into a gorgeous wolf in seconds. His fur was dark brown dotted with silver, much like his hair and beard and he was large. Possibly one of the largest wolves you’d met before, towering above you even a small distance away.

Despite his size, he didn’t try to run you over, instead trotting closer almost shyly, keeping his paws on the ground and his snout pointed downward. He got closer than in his human form until you stood nose to nose, both wolves scenting one another. The eerie silence of the forest fell away as his scent enveloped you. Your wolf whined softly when the notes registered and you nearly shifted back at the intensity of it.

He smelled like all your dreams and hopes wrapped into one and amped up. He smelled like petrichor, a long-forgotten memory from your childhood that still made you smile, a hint of vanilla and something darker, something menacing but never towards you. He smelled like you had always dreamt of and hoped for, even in a world as doomed as you lived in.

He smelled like your mate.

My mate, your wolf told you quietly, letting the small words bounce around in your brain. My forever.

The eyes of your wolf popped wide open as your hind legs dropped to the ground in shock. You opened your mouth and the wolf whined low, a deeply sad sound echoing on the forest floor. He was your mate. Your wolf had a mate! The front paws followed closely behind when you understood the magnitude. The world turned upside down and suddenly your wolf was lying on the ground and he was there with you, positioned equally next to you. He looked at you with glowing eyes, asking for permission to come closer and you whined again, beckoning him.

The large wolf crawled closer until you felt his hot breath and wet nose touch you before he let out a tiny yip of happiness. He nuzzled close, rubbing his long head against your ears, your muzzle, and your throat. You returned his touch, feeling happiness grow in your chest and heart. You had a mate! Your wolf had a mate!

This was something you never thought you’d get. With the infected roaming around and QZ’s not being a safe space for wolves, you had been resigned to your faith as an outsider and as a loner. Finding a mate was a pipedream, a distant wonder you hadn’t really thought about before. But now that the moment was here, now that he was here, you were overwhelmed and flabbergasted.

The two wolves became bolder, more playful in their joy, and soon they were tussling on the ground, one on top of the other. Their elation of finding the one meant for them overflowed and it seemed they couldn’t go seconds without one paw finding the other or nuzzling closer. Noses bumped in an imitation of a kiss before cheeks brushed. One of his paws found its way on top of your neck before he tousled you to the ground, only to start grooming you. The rough tongue felt like heaven on your fur and skin and your wolf purred at the delight. You didn’t want to leave this place ever, feeling safe and warm at that moment, but you knew you needed to talk human to human before things progressed further.

With a tinge, your wolf disentangled from his and you shifted back quickly. He followed your lead, shifting back and rising to his full height in front of you. Once more he seemed to tower over you, the wideness of his shoulders matching his wolf.

“I’m Joel,” he offered before you could get a word out. You gave out your name, which Joel repeated softly. He nodded, seemingly liking how it sounded on his tongue. “And your wolf? Does he have a name?”

“I’ve been calling him Shadow in my head, but we have yet to come to an agreement.”

“Oh? You are not born wolf then?” Your mouth snapped audibly shut, embarrassed over being so blunt but Joel just shrugged, not seemingly caring you had committed a faux pas. “Nah, was bitten some years back. Thought it was an infected bite but no. Shadow joined me and kept me safe.”

“He’s done a good job, I’ve never seen a tracker like you before.” Joel tipped his chin at your praise and you had to grin at his nonchalance. “Not one for praise?”

“Nah. You on the other hand, your tactics were good. I lost you multiple times before you stopped.”

“But you found me again.”

“Shadow.” He flashed his teeth in a small grin. “He was insistent and told me that the perfume he scented was something that we couldn’t lose. And if I’m correct, he’s telling me you are my … mate?” His brown eyes seemed a little hesitant like he was unsure of what it meant.

“Yeah, mine’s telling me the same thing. It’s not common to find a mate, so what we have right now is very rare. One in a million shot,” You offered the words quietly, still not fully believing your luck yourself. Here was this gorgeous man, this gorgeous wolf, and he was yours as determined by fates themselves. And not only was he gorgeous, he was capable and strong and his wolf mirrored those traits. You could only hope he saw the same traits in you and wanted this too.

“Hmmm. And you, you want this?” Joel asked and you knew it was Shadow asking. They weren’t the proper words an alpha was supposed to ask its mate before the ceremony, those texts and rituals were now lost to the world, but the seeking of consent was there. A true alpha never took or demanded, they left the final decision to their mate. Accept or reject, no matter how his heart wanted it.

You looked deep into his eyes, seeing his want and desire flashing behind the irises, and knew instantly it was what you wanted too. You wanted both the man and the wolf. You stepped closer, sharing his space and warmth. Joel’s arms banded tight around your middle, erasing any remaining air between you. His lips hovered over yours, the need coursing in his veins pushing him forward but still, he waited for your words. You fell a little in love with him, knowing he would always put your comfort above his, even at this first meeting.

“Yes, Joel. I, we, want it. Want you. Want Shadow. Our mate, our forever.” Your words weren’t perfect either, your sentences were choppy and fast, but it didn’t matter. He moved closer, capturing your lips into a soft kiss and you could feel your soul burst with happiness when it banded with his.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this! Tagging the creator of this wonderful challenge @lavenderursa

#the moon in may writing challenge #moon in may #the moon in may #wolf shifter au #the last of us alternate universe #joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #hopeamarsu #themooninmay

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thisfanisgonesorry · 2 years

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aa your writing is godsend ;; could you write a scout x reader smut fic where he’s eating reader out?? 😵‍💫 take your time and thank you!! <3

omg ilysm i forgot tumblr existed so sorry it took me a bit but here you go !! i also havent written or had sex in a while so im a bit rusty LMAO

cw// smut. obv. female oral BABYYY. scout is so dreamy but with a c ;), he takes after daddy spy in this one lol. ambiguous rship. i cant be fucked doing ~lore~ so its just immediately smut hes already balls deep please mentally prepare yourself and if it ruins it im sorry. i think this takes place in .. a part.. of the base .. somewhere .. in an ambiguous location👍 no beta we die like men

edit: i just woke up and my beta reader told me i forgot to write scouts accent oh my fucking god. no beta we die like men. im not changing it

edit 2: few months later hello, im porting my fics to ao3 and i noticed this one had so much wrong with it (mostly formatting and grammar) and ive changed some of it oops

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His hands found his way into my pants, kind of just groping, as he was hunched above me, pressing me into the sofa-chair below me; his lips stayed warmly connected to my throat as he muttered obscenities. He was teasing, and he was fully aware of it as I let out breathy gasps.

“Scout.”

“Mhm?” I could feel him grin against my neck, beckoning a response. “Babe?”

“Touch me. Can you- please.”

He began rubbing messily circles into my clit as directed for a moment, earning a gasped moan. “You sound so good, you know that?” He spoke as he slowly dipped his fingers easily into the wetness.

“Fuck, really?”

“Of course.” He began mumbling into my neck again, leaving soft bites as he began pumping his fingers in a come-hither motion. “I want to hear you.”

“Please, I need you- I need more. Oh my god.”

And then he stopped. And he removed his hand, and moved off the chair, kneeling in front of me.

“What are you doing, don’t stop!” I frowned.

He began pulling off my pants completely, throwing them behind him somewhere before spreading my legs and making very intense eye contact with it. I hesitated to keep my legs open; “C’mon, show me how pretty you are. Just relax.”

He began holding my calf as he moved one leg over his shoulder and began kissing his way up my leg, closer to my thighs, before finally making contact. I moaned, throwing my head back. He started slow, taking his time as if it was a leisurely stroll.

“You taste good too, what can’t you do?” He joked.

“Shut up.” I said quickly. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I reached down and flicked his, for some reason still on, cap to run my hands through his hair, getting a firm grasp. He let out a groan as he continued ever so slowly.

His hands were holding tightly onto my hips, though I tried to fight it to grind into his face. “Scout. Please. More.” I whined, “Faster.”

He began going faster, lifting my hips higher off the chair to change the angle too, allowing me to roll my hips onto his tongue.

My thighs began squeezing around him and he let out something between a hum and a moan, looking up at me with big eyes. You could see it, he needed this just as bad as I did. He needed to make me cum on his tongue, he was desperate for it, he WANTED to work for it. He wanted to be here for hours for it if he had to.

“Scout, oh my god. Scout.” I began to semi-chant. “I’m right there, please, so close.”

“This fast?” He quickly muttered.

“It’s been a while!” I quickly said back as firmly as I could muster words.

He kept at it with the same agonising pace, though now he was letting out groans that was vibrating through me.

“Scout, I’m gonna, you’re gonna-” My sentences stringed into incoherent moans that gradually got louder, and he began moving slightly faster. I began chanting a mix of ‘fuck’ and ‘scout’ as I reached the edge, my back arched sharply as my muscles tensed around him, basically screaming ‘oh my fucking god’, my head harshly hit the chair as my legs shook around him.

“You okay?” He said after riding out my orgasm, listening to me gasp and pant.

“Fantastic. Amazing. Never better.” I spoke through deep breaths.

He laughed, reaching for my pants and attempting, and somehow now failing, to put my pants back on.

“Thank you.” I said, smiling at him through my haze.

“Of course.” He smiled back, standing me up to finish putting my pants onto my body. Once he finished that, he lifted my chin with his fingers and pressed a soft kiss onto the corner of my mouth; “You should get to bed.”

“Hopefully I can make it there.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

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reds-skull · 4 months

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Hi I’m work anon, sorry it took so long to reply!

Okay here are my questions about Limbo

(You can be as vague or detailed as you like or you can also straight up ignore any of them)

Is Ghost the actual ruler of limbo or is it his Reaper?

If Ghost is/was the ruler does that make Soap one too now or is it Lumanary?

Do you think things could grow in limbo now (grave dirt + light/warmth= little flowers for the moths?)?

What do the other reapers think of Luminary?

Aside from the tear tracks, new fire and fire colour change do Soap and ghost look different know that they share a reaper/what do they look like actually in limbo?

Can price read the limbo denizens minds?

Did soap make the sword of Damocles/can he make more things?

Is there any tidbit or fun little lore bit that you loved but couldn’t fit into the story that you want to share now?

I hope these questions are alright I just really love your AU and I haven’t ever really read anything like your version of limbo before so I’m insanely curious about it (it makes me want to bite something). There’s definitely more questions I’m forgetting but this is getting now so

Have a great day/night and Good Luck with uni!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🥳

Hi again! (love that your name is work anon now lol)

I'm gonna answer this in a bit of a roundabout way, because I feel like a lot of your questions will be answered if I explain more about Reapers and what makes Limbo so special.

So, in the fic I didn't dive in too deeply into what Reapers are, where they come from, what do they do when they're not meddling with human affairs, etc.

Reapers, as mentioned in the story, are powerful interdimensional beings, with the ability to pull beings into their realms, where they can physically change them. Reapers also have an ability to sense the course of destiny, not always in a clear way, which is why Ghost's Reaper was freaking out at the start. Destiny, by the way, is a pliable thing, and can be changed (as Ghost and Soap did).

Now, Limbo is a very exceptional power among revenants. It's mentioned a few times that the reason Ghost and Soap are so powerful is that they wanted something more than life, they wanted revenge. Therefore, their powers had a different goal than other revenants: Ghost's was to withstand any hostile attack towards him, and Soap's was to protect the people worth protecting.

But Limbo isn't fully just to protect Ghost, is it? It could've been a realm that instantly kills whoever enters it [which it was in earlier version btw], but the victims stay alive, they eventually accept Ghost back and obey his word. Why would that be necessary?

Okay, let's define Limbo. A separate dimension that Ghost can pull any being into, and change it. Like Rudy's Reaper said, Limbo basically works like a Reaper realm.

...Which makes Ghost an interdimensional being.

[This part I thought of just for my own fun, it might change in the future as I haven't written it down until now.]

What if Ghost's Limbo is a Reaper realm? That would make him a sort of very weak Reaper.

What if Limbo's intent was to create a Reaper-in-training?

Cosmically, Soap was supposed to kill Ghost. Both of them have a similar origin, except Soap had a specific revenge. Soap's powers boil down to "able to destroy anything." what about Reaper realms? What if their original fate was for Soap to destroy Limbo, and in extension Ghost, a Reaper to be?

Of course, they changed their fate. Which, by the way, started all the way at chapter 8. If Ghost didn't lose his cool and try to protect Soap, he wouldn't have been able to survive Limbo the second time.

So, when the fic ended, Ghost and Soap were both able to influence Limbo, their Reapers melding together.

Let's go back to your questions:

-Is Ghost the actual ruler of limbo or is it his Reaper?

Ghost. His Reaper can't change Limbo, just like other Reapers can't change its Reaper realm.

-If Ghost is/was the ruler does that make Soap one too now or is it Lumanary?

As the Reaper of Luminary said, they're now revenants of light, its absence and creation. Ghost and Soap share their rule on Limbo, Ghost on the victims (absence) and Soap on the moths (creation). I'm not sure if by Luminary you refer to the Reaper, which like I said can't affect Limbo.

-Do you think things could grow in limbo now (grave dirt + light/warmth= little flowers for the moths?)?

Okay, another tangent lol.

In the deal Reapers strike on a revenant's first death (as seen in the comic I made before the fic), they say "from this day till the day you die you are mine."

It's a concept I haven't expanded on at all, but what happens to a revenant after they die? In short, they're released from the deal, and are no longer under the rule of their Reaper.

As Ghost and Soap are now, alive and under the Reaper of Luminary, they're limited to the powers they were given. So, no, no flowers in Limbo. Yet.

After they die, and released from their Reaper? Suddenly they won't be limited to just those powers.

Sidenote, Limbo as it was acted like purgatory/hell basically. Now that Ghost and Soap rule over it? Could be turned into heaven.

This is the fundamental difference of them as Reapers-in-training. They're basically a classic Reaper now, taking people to the afterlife.

-What do the other reapers think of Luminary?

Before stitching together, the Reaper of the Void (Ghost's) was one of the youngest Reapers out there. That's why it's trying to force Ghost constantly, it's like an overbearing parent with their firstborn child. The Reaper of Destruction (Soap's) was one of the oldest, dating back to the first explosion ever. It was much calmer because of this, it has already seen everything, and had an easier time accepting the new change.

Other Reapers recognized Luminary as a herald of a new age, where humanity can affect Reapers just as they affect them. Whether they reacted well to that or not, I haven't decided yet.

-Aside from the tear tracks, new fire and fire colour change do Soap and ghost look different know that they share a reaper/what do they look like actually in limbo?

Outside of Limbo, beside the changes you listed, they didn't have any other. In Limbo, as you probably know, Ghost's eyes glow white. I imagine if he had his mask off, the tear tracks would as well. Soap's eyes were mentioned to glow as well, but unlike Ghost, the light seems to come from inside him, so his pupils are the only thing that glows.

-Can price read the limbo denizens minds?

If he had the misfortune to enter Limbo, yes, Price could read their minds. Ghost mentions in a very early chapter (3 or 4 I think) that the victims of Limbo have impaired mental capacity, so the experience of reading their mind would be different to that of a normal person.

-Did soap make the sword of Damocles/can he make more things?

As things are currently, he can only use the sword. Ghost's Reaper says Ghost stole light "a sword and a shield". Ghost obviously uses the shield constantly around him throughout the fic, and Soap uses the sword.

-Is there any tidbit or fun little lore bit that you loved but couldn’t fit into the story that you want to share now?

I think I answered that one first actually haha. As a last thing to mention, because Ghost and Soap are what they are, even after they die they would still be together. I didn't think of how Reapers die (if they die), but I'd say Ghost and Soap will have a couple hundred millions years together ahead of them :) [that moment when the cosmic horror turns into cosmic romance]

Thank you for letting me ramble about the magic system in the fic, it's one of my favorite things to figure out, and I always overthink everything so 90% of the details don't end up ever showing up.

And thank you for the good luck, I certainly need it T_T

Have a good day/night, and a Happy New Year!!! <3

#asks answered #ty for the ask <3 #long post #dont know if/where i should put the cut so youre getting no cut sorry

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hollowwrites · 9 months

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Blindsided

Part 12

Ominis x MC

Summary - Ominis is back and he’s a little bit worse for wear. Fortunately, Evelyn knows a thing or two about pain

I’ve gone full on head-canon, no lore accurate Drabble here!! I just want to take care of Omi okay? Leave me be!

As always swap Evelyn for your own MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of pain, Medical stuff (the mildest ever I honestly don’t know what i’m talking about), Kissing, lil bit of biting…just a nibble.

Word Count - 1993

The Room of Requirement seemed different every time she entered nowadays. She’d told Poppy about its location and its menagerie of beasts and told her it was hers. She still used it to brew potions and grow plants but The Room had now broken into wings.

Poppys was warm and open. A constant display of the sky and stars, no doubt from the time Amit spent there with her.

Evelyns’ had changed drastically since fifth year. The Vivariums completely gone and transferred to Poppy, only a small greenhouse like building with a potions stand remained. A book nook was tucked haphazardly up the corner with stray vines cupping at the small sofas legs. Any available surface either had a book, a plant or tea cup sat upon it. The gentle constant hum of distant water echoed through the glass hall and little flocks of birds busied themselves through from her wing to Poppys’.

Ominis couldn’t appreciate any of this in his current state.

The persistent ringing in his ear left him without his dominant sense. He relied completely on his wand, for once, and the gentle pull of Evelyns hand in his.

She gently guided him to the sofa and asked him to sit whilst she readied a bowl of water, some clean wash clothes and a variety of Wiggenweld Potions. The sound of distant clinking, vial against vial rang in Ominiss’ good ear.

“This is payback for fifth year isn’t it?” He said sitting back against the sofa. He smirked but it sat oddly on his face. Like he was anticipating pain. His nose flared as he took long exaggerated breathes.

“Well you did coerce me into spending the day with you. And force fed me Wiggenwelds. Speaking of…” she took his hand and placed the vial in it. “Drink”

His face twisted up in disgust before he did as he was told and downed the putrid liquid. He coughed

“With how good you are at potions I assumed your Wiggenwelds would taste better” She laughed breathily. Not like he can talk. His did more damage than good.

Ominis could suddenly feel her presence over him as she manoeuvred between his legs. She tilted his head slightly up and to the side, her cool finger tips gently gripping his jaw.

He longed for his senses to return to him.

He needed to know if her heart yearned for him, like his did for her. Needed to hear the way her heart stuttered like the evening behind the Quidditch pitch.

He felt himself lean forward, sitting up straighter to get closer to her, knee knocking against knee, when he shifted.

For the time being, he lived in this fantasy world where she tended to him sweetly. Whilst she lived in the real world, starring at the worst Crucio scarring she’d ever seen. Even his old ones across his chest were smaller than this. Its tip started somewhere in his ear and swirled down across his neck and throat and over her collar bone. The bruising was a deep purple almost red at its centre. Like it radiated pain.

“Your brother…he must have really meant it…” she whispered, pulling his collar down and inspecting the bruise.

Ominis didn’t respond. He simply sighed.

She hovered her hand near its centre and could feel its energy against her finger tips. A small crackle of red lightening snapped up to her finger.

“When did this happen?” She asked sternly.

“About…three hours ago…” he stretched his back and neck out. “He did it as I was leaving. Maybe to get me to stay…I don’t know”

“I’m sorry” she said and kissed his temple.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry you ever had that family.” She spat, her venom aimed at his brother and parents, not him. He sighed again before he twitched and squirmed in agony. A deep visceral hiss left his chest, the familiar echoey allure of Parseltongue filling the glass room.

She held his hand as he rode out the wave of pain. He’s been through…too much

He sat slumped over, panting as it subsided.

“I’m going to get some materials that might help okay?”

He squeezed her hand in response, unable to speak in his current state.

Moving away from him, reluctantly, she gathered the items she had been studying over the years.

After Sebastian had become somewhat obsessed with the Dark Arts, Imelda refused to take it easy after Quidditch started again, and even she couldn’t seem to stay away from getting injured, Evelyn had taken it upon herself to learn some of the Healing Arts. She never thought she’d be using them on Ominis. He was her safe space. He was supposed to always be safe.

“So I’ve been reading about Pain Relief. Pain derived from a curse is complicated but…I think I can stop the bruising. You may still experience tremors for the next few days. It’s an Unforgivable, there’s…not much I can do there.” She mumbled most of it, not completely sure of her abilities.

Ominis barely heard her. The ringing in his ear became louder after the last wave of pain. He tried to focus on what he could comprehend.

She smelt like Roses and freshly cut grass. Floral and sweet.

Her touch felt like a cool breeze on a warm sunny day and…unconditional love.

Her voice, though he barely made out the individual words, sounded like a calming lullaby. She only ever sounded like this with him.

Her softness was reserved only for him.

He was quiet for a long time.

She rang out the cloth in the tiny basin she brought over, carefully tipping some Wiggenweld onto the dampened cloth.

“I don’t know if this is going to do much but…it might make the bruising less painful” she returned to between his legs holding his other shoulder, bracing him “I also don’t know if this is going to hurt”

“What a fantastic nurse you are” he teased, but the tone was warped as he spoke through his teeth.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring his snippy tone and pulled gently at his collar. The bruising got worse as she pulled his shirt away and she couldn’t help the gasp that left her.

“Ready?” She continued softly, despite his attitude.

“I’m ready” he said shifting in his seat, reading for the potential pain.

As carefully as she could manage, she dabbed at the bruising, keeping the cloth over its centre, just above his collarbone.

Thankfully, it was not painful. The Wiggenweld sank into his skin and he breathed out a long and heavy sigh. She watched as the bruise retreated away, as though the cloth was absorbing it.

“That…feels nice. Thank you Ev-ARGH” he grunted once more as a wave of pain enveloped him. His hands flew to her waist, fingers digging into her side.

“Shhhh okay…it’s okay” she wrapped her arm around the unmarred side of his neck, keeping the Wiggenweld soaked cloth pressed to his neck. Whilst his forehead pressed against her stomach mumbling incoherently into her, she lightly rubbed small circles into his back. “I’ve got you” she whispered

Then…

“Ah…” he sat up suddenly and seemed to look around, sighing contently “I can hear you…properly” he smiled.

It was like he’d resurfaced from water. The popping of his ear was painful, but it was worth it to be able to see her again. His increased senses returned to him under the restorative properties of the Wiggenweld and he reached out to her, confidently, her heartbeat like a lighthouse amongst a choppy sea. His hand sought her out, his palm resting on the flat plane of her chest. The rapid thumping of her heart against his fingertips lined up with the rhythm in his ears.

“There you are” he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt and heard her heartbeat racing “My little Hummingbird”

Thank Merlin he is blind.

The tingly sensation of her cheeks reddening was stronger than she had ever felt.

My Little Hummingbird

His.

She smiled placing her hand over his.

“I just need to clean you up” she whispered. Her voice so quiet she wasn’t sure she’d actually said anything.

“First…” he stopped her hand moments from dabbing at his skin, looping his fingers around her wrist. The hand resting on her chest ran up along her collarbone and around her neck. His fingers weaved through her soft hair and pulled her down to him. “…If I may”

It didn’t really seem like a question. Not the way he said it. Not the way she heard it.

And she didn’t need to give permission. The small whimper that left her lips was enough.

Her hand went limp, dropping the cloth to the sofas cushions and gently cupping his face. They met in the middle, both seeking each other out equally.

Their lips touched softly to begin with. A surprise to both of them. After three days neither imagined such a tender moment would occur. More of a desperate raking of nails and skin and teeth.

The warmth of her lips against his was something Ominis was certain he would never tire of. He had already committed their last kiss to memory, it playing over and over in his mind as he dealt with his family.

But this one was so different.

So much more.

She poured her love and sympathy and heartbreak into him, gliding smoothly over his lips as she deepened the kiss.

She tilted his head up, leaning further in, her chest pressing against his. His hand resting on her hip glided down her thigh and pulled her into his lap. It was probably meant to be sweet. But his nails dug into the fabric of her shirt and carried down on to her legs, leaving red lines of tortured want in its wake.

She gasped. Her lips parting a fraction and Ominis took that opportunity.

He took her lip between his teeth, his tongue running over the flesh he’d gathered. He delighted in the little noises he pulled from her. The tiny gasps and needy mewls, each like a sirens song drawing him closer to…he didn’t know what. Just that it was probably worth it.

Another strangled gasp left her as he pulled on her lip. Letting go, he nudged her chin upwards with his nose, kissing down the length of her neck. He felt the vibration of her groan against his lips causing him to chuckle.

It was unlike any laugh she’d ever heard from him.

It was throaty and deep and sultry.

Like he was fully aware of the affect he was having on her.

“Ominis…” she keened, her hands gripping at the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Both had forgotten about the last three days.

And the scar

And the fact he still bore that Curse.

The trail of cold left behind from his open mouthed kisses made Evelyn shudder. His lips circled the tissue between her neck and shoulder. Purring, he took it between his teeth…

Before clamping down harder than either of them had anticipated.

He whimpered and shuddered in pain as another wave of the Cruciatus hit him. The yelp that erupted from Evelyn caused him to gaze up at her with a furrowed brow.

“Are you okay?” He grunted through gritted teeth.

She rubbed at her neck, feeling the tiny indentations of his teeth across her trap.

“Yes fine. Are you?” She held his face searching for any remaining pain from this swell of the curse.

“Mmmmmmmmgh” after releasing a breath he held on to, he continued “Perhaps…this isn’t a good idea, not right now”

She exhaled through her nose, the slightest hint of amusement gracing her tone

“Perhaps not” she brushed the hair from his face as she spoke “There’s always next time”

“Oh…” he gripped her waist, pulling her closer one finally time “…I am beyond thrilled, to hear there will be a ‘next time’”

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knackercracker · 4 months

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Ghastly figures no question just wanna hear more about it

YAAA okay so its time to ramble I suppose

Lets start from the veeeeery beginning shall we? Alright, Goldie's done the big ol' bite of 83 (I'm going to be changing a few things like this, I'm a big FNAF lore fan) and he's chucked into the backrooms. Freddy rarely comes to visit, most of the time when Goldie is deactivated due to boredom. Time skip to maybe in-between the years. 1990 perhaps?

Goldie is slowly degrading, the damp environment he's in being the leading cause. He spends most of his time shut down, like a power saving mode. During the vulnerable times, an unknown person causes many damages to his body, leaving massive gaps in his body and a damage endo-skeleton. He's missing an ear and has wires haphazardly poking out of many openings between limbs. (Strangely enough, the most damage done to him was on his stomach, preventing him from eating things in this AU)

The MCI is also in this story. If you have questions about it please ask, since it's a little off topic from the main story.

This was when Goldie begins having nightmares about The Bite, allowing Nightmare to slowly 'infest' his dreams. He'd show up in shadows, his influence causing his dreams to change. (think Cassidy's influence on Mike's dreams in the FNAF movie) This eventually leads to their meeting, Goldie thinking it's a manifestation of what 'he' did and Nightmare finding a friend to talk to!

Eventually, Nightmare becomes his therapist yada yada yada (don't give him other patients) and the fun begins!

If you have questions about anything particular I said OR something you think would be interesting to know, don't be afraid to ask!!!

#ghastly figures au

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t-thathandsomedevil · 7 months

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Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

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Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics)

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests.

I appreciate your support 💞

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-Arii💕

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You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

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“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

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You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.”

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?”

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!”

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

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You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..”

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,”

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled.

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..”

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Dog Dean Afternoon

Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.

Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bestiality Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat Word Count: 2.8k Bingo Squares: @samwinchesterbingo - Case Fic

A/N: Yeah… I don’t know what to tell you other than: Yes. You read the tags right. Dean turns into a dog, he fucks Sam. They’re into it. If you’re not into it that’s totally fine, just scroll on!

The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated.

Sam stared down at the German Shepherd currently sitting at his feet, looking up at him with open adoration and wagging his tail across the carpet eagerly. One minute he’d been looking at his laptop, reading up on some lore, and the next the chair across the table from him where his brother had been sitting was vacant and a large dog was sniffing around his feet.

“Uh… Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly, knowing he sounded ridiculous, but what other explanation could there be to a sudden disappearance of Dean and simultaneous appearance of a dog that had not been there moments before.

“Ruff!” A deep, booming bark responded, and Sam had a feeling that translated as ‘yes’.

“Can you understand me?” he asked next, and dog-Dean answered with an identical affirmative bark to his first. “Okay, well, that’s good… I guess,” Sam mused out loud, still shell-shocked by this turn of events.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Sam stared at his brother before he let out a shaky whoop of laughter.

“I gotta be honest man, I don’t know what the hell to say to this,” he ran a hand through his hair, trying to think. “I guess we just wait until it wears off, right? The spell said it only lasted like forty-eight hours or something, right?”

Dean made this sort of whiny-growl noise that Sam thought might be some kind of warning to stop laughing at the situation, but he just couldn’t help himself. The dog stood up and walked pointedly towards the motel door, jumping up to stand on its hind legs, and tried to bite the handle, jiggling the lock. Sam surreptitiously picked up his phone and snapped a couple photos.

When he didn’t manage to get the door open, Dean sat back on his haunches and barked at the offending object, then swivelled his head to look at Sam, then back to the door, then barked again.

“What do you want?” Sam asked in a slightly babying voice, the way you would talk to a child who wasn’t great at communicating their needs yet. Or, you know, a dog.

Dean barked again, baring his teeth this time to illustrate his displeasure with Sam’s tone. He scratched at the door and when that only engendered more laughter from Sam, he trotted over to the man, ducked his head, and bit firmly at his brother’s ankle, causing Sam to jump up in alarm.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” he griped, trying to bat the dog away, but Dean was insistently butting his head against the back of Sam’s knees, urging him towards the door of the motel room. “Okay, okay, calm down!” he admonished Dean in exasperation, reaching for the Impala keys. “I was just messin’ with you, c’mon, let’s go to the pound and see if you can understand dogs like you’re supposed to,” Sam laughed as Dean growled at him in annoyance, but the dog trotted after him obediently nonetheless.

Sam thought the visit to the dog pound went well. As soon as they’d walked inside, Dean had run off towards the kennels and the ensuing cacophony of barking was loud and lengthy. Sam took it upon himself to distract the poo volunteer that was running the shelter at the time by taking him outside and quizzing him about dog care. On the surface, this was just a stalling tactic to give Dean time to talk to all the dogs inside, but in the back of Sam’s mind, it occurred to him that if something had gone really wrong with the spell and they were stuck with Dean in German Shepherd form for longer than the prescribed length of time, he might actually need to know all the stuff that the volunteer was prattling on about.

Back at the motel, Dean ran into their room and immediately jumped up on one of the beds, walking himself in a circle and pawing at the ratty comforter until he was satisfied, then curled himself into a circle and settled down with his head tucked over his legs. Sam watched him bemusedly, wondering how much of this behaviour was basic dog instinct, and how much was his brother. It seemed pretty evenly split in his opinion.

Normally, at this time, they’d be thinking about what to get for dinner, and that presented Sam with the curious conundrum of what to feed Dean. Should he go buy dog food?

Dean growled viciously when Sam suggested the idea, so he decided to go with the Dean classic of burgers. He skipped most of the toppings his brother normally went for, simply providing him with some cooked burger patties and a side of bacon, but Dean seemed satisfied with this offering, eagerly wolfing down his own portion, sitting on a chair at the table with Sam and eating off a plate, because he had growled yet again when Sam had tied to place the dish on the floor for him.

Sam was getting quite good at interpreting ‘fuck off’ in dog language.

They couldn’t proceed with working the case until Dean changed back from dog to human form so he could actually tell Sam what he’d learned from the other dogs at the kennel. Sam had tried to get Dean to spell things out for him using a bunch of words and letters written out on index cards, but the results had been frustrating to say the least, so they’d set them aside and decided to wait out the duration of the charm.

Bedtime presented an interesting problem too – just another on the extensive list that had resulted from this whole ungodly incident. Typically, Sam and Dean would spend most nights in the same bed, unless they were pissed with each other about something. Dean clearly expected business as usual tonight despite his current form, because when Sam tucked himself under the covers, the dog jumped up on the bed right next to him and nosed his way under the comforter, shifting awkwardly onto his side and attempting to spoon his younger brother. It was sweet, really, Sam thought. Dean was actually much more eager to cuddle as a dog; if he’d been human, that whole routine would have been accompanied by grumbling and a facade of reluctance. Sam wasn’t opposed to this particular shift in behaviour.

At first.

After a few minutes of the heat ratcheting up between them, Sam shifted a little to rearrange the furry leg –arm?– that was draped over his middle causing him to sweat. Dean as a dog was even more of a furnace than usual. That’s when he felt it. It was poking at the small of his back, rather than the crack of his ass where it normally rested, but there was no mistaking it. Dean was hard, and his doggie cock was rubbing casually against Sam’s body as if this was any other night. Except Dean was a dog.

Heat began to overwhelm Sam for an entirely different reason. Unbidden, his thoughts flashed back to a case a few years ago with their friend James –a witch– and his familiar. Portia had the ability to shift between her human form and her alternate, a large German Shepherd. Dean as a German Shepherd was even larger than she had been. At the time, Sam had congratulated Dean on not stooping to the level of making a bestiality joke when James had confessed about the true nature of the relationship between him and Portia, but it had been an uncontrolable urge on Sam’s part to see what Dean would say when he mentioned the B word - because Sam’s brain had immediately gone down that road from the second he knew what the girl was. It had been Sam’s attempt at subtlety, bringing up bestiality in a way that could easily determine Dean’s feelings on the subject without revealing Sam’s own thoughts.

Because he had had a lot of thoughts. When Dean had transformed into a dog earlier that day, they had briefly flashed through Sam’s mind, but he’d pushed them aside easily in favour of the case at hand, they had work to be doing, after all. But now, when there was nothing left to do but get a good night’s sleep and wait for the spell to reverse, when Dean’s obvious erection was beginning to rut more intentionally against his back, Sam had something serious to consider.

Was he really contemplating this? Letting Dean fuck him like this? Letting a dog fuck him like this? As if he could hear exactly what was running through Sam’s mind, Dean let out a whine and tried to wrap Sam more tightly in his paws, humping against him with a pathetic, animal desperation that had Sam’s dick throbbing painfully in his boxers.

Fuck. Am I actually… yeah, Sam decided as he reached over his shoulder to run a hand through the thick shaggy fur of his brother’s coat. Yeah he was gonna do this. Who knows when else such a perfect fucking opportunity would present itself? No pun intended.

Cautiously, Samm rolled himself around so he was facing Dean, the dog’s paws still draped over his waist and thigh. He wrapped his arm under Dean and pulled him in gently, rubbing his cheek into the fur of Dean’s neck and scratching behind his ears. The dog gave an appreciative whine and bucked his hips again, and Sam took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and trying not to fly out of his skin with excitement and guilt-ridden arousal as he skimmed his right hand down the fur in Dean’s chest, over the soft, velvety skin of his belly, and down to his cock.

The dog dick was wet, practically slimy, and it should have put Sam off immediately, but with an embarrassed groan he felt his own dick twitch in his shorts, pushing out its own drops of arousal. It felt smaller than Dean did as a human, but Sam knew that would change – dogs got bigger when they fucked, the pressure of a willing home wrapped around them prompting more blood to flow to the extremity, stretching it hard and wide until… Sam gulped and whined at the thought – the knot.

God, he knew he was sick, he knew it was insane and disgusting but he didn’t fucking care anymore. He wanted this dog cock to stuff his hole and knot him like a bitch.

“Fuck, Dean,” Sam groaned, moving his hand over the wet doggie dick, pressing a finger against the leaking slit and gathering the slick on his fingertip. hesitantly, he brought it to his lips, then sucked it in, letting out a whine that nearly matched the desperate pitch of the dog’s.

Working quickly now, Sam shoved his boxers off and threw the blankets haphazardly down by their ankles so he could move more freely. Dean wriggled a little, as if unsure where to move to, so Sam made the decision for him, helping him roll a little more onto his back so his belly was facing up in the air. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Dean’s cock, angry red and dripping wet, only about half of it poking curiously out of its soft sheath. Sam reached out, mesmerised, and ran his hand over the base that was still covered. The dog panted happily when he sped up his persistent touches, so Sam took that as a sign that Dean enjoyed being jacked off by his brother just as much as a dog as he did when he was human.

Without pausing to think too hard about the reasons this was still all a very bad idea, Sam bent over and sucked the flared tip of the dog’s dick between his lips, rolling the flesh eagerly against his tongue. It was so wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong, and that’s exactly what had him reaching down to wrap a fist painfully around the base of his dick, because he was in serious danger of busting his load over the sheets in about two seconds.

It kind of felt like the first time Sam and Dean had ever touched each other – the taboo so hot and overwhelming they both cum quicker than teenagers losing their virginities, despite the fact they were both well into their twenties and far from virginal at the time. Apparently incest was no longer the limit of the sick and twisted shit they were willing –eager– to do to get off.

Dean’s cock was growing noticeably in Sam’s mouth, and to his astonishment, he could already feel something thick and harder forming at the base of the dog’s shaft. Fuck, if Sam wanted that knot stuck in his ass rather than his mouth, he had better get a move on. He let Dean’s cock drop from his mouth reluctantly and scrambled off the bed quickly to find their lube.

Fingering himself open had never been Sam’s favourite thing, he had always preferred Dean to do that, and his wrist cramped up funny as he bent his arm behind himself and began to stretch his opening. Partly out of laziness and partly out of curiosity of what it would feel like to be stretched open on doggie dick, he only worked two fingers inside before he gave up and dropped onto the bed on his hands and knees.

The large German Shepherd circled him, snuffling around Sam’s neck, beneath his arms, the crease of his hips - scenting his bitch before he mounted him. The tongue took Sam by surprise, and he yelped and twitched out of reach when Dean’s long tongue licked in a solid stripe from his balls up to the crack of his ass. Dean wasn’t happy that he was trying to avoid his investigation of his hole though, because he immediately followed Sam across the bed and stuck his tongue firmly back where he wanted it, which was laving enthusiastically over his brother’s freshly lubed hole.

“Fuck, Dean,” groaned again through clenched teeth. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?” Obviously he wasn’t expecting Dean to answer him, but the dog gave a sort of yip, his teeth grazing over Sam’s flesh and making the man shiver, and Sam kind of thought that might have been Dean telling him: “shut up and enjoy this, bitch.”

It seems that the appeal wore off very quickly for Dean though, because he only treated Sam to a few more rough licks before Sam felt the dog’s paws scrabbling over his back awkwardly, trying to find purchase in an unfamiliar position. He could feel Dean’s cock slipping eagerly across his back, but the dog wasn’t having much luck with aiming. It seemed like all he could manage was catching the head of his cock on the rim of Sam’s entrance before it skimmed by and Dean would whimper in frustration.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Sam reached behind him to run his hand through Dean’s fur, comforting him as if this was actually a dog and not his big brother. Dean would give him shit for it later, he was sure, but the playacting was making Sam even harder, so right now he didn’t give a fuck. “Take it easy boy, lemme help,” he grunted, his hand groping behind him blindly until he felt the dog’s cock.

Sam gripped him firmly and directed the cock back towards his hole, rubbing the tip insistently over his entrance until –finally– Dean slipped inside. The groan that ripped through Sam was practically inhuman as the dog began to fuck him furiously, without any care for Sam’s comfort, just using his body to accomplish his goal – and Sam was one hundred percent okay with that. More than okay. He was being one hundred percent, completely and utterly ruined by a fucking dog cock and he fucking loved it. And the knot wasn’t even inside him yet.

He could feel Dean trying to force it inside of him, but his thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic the closer the dog got to his own finish and Sam was becoming impatient.

“C’mon boy, fuck me, fuck that knot inside me, good boy. Yeah, there you go buddy, make me fucking take it,” Sam practically growled the last words as Dean’s knot forced its way inside his hole, stretching him past the point of comfortable, but the pain and ultimate sign of submission was what did it for Sam. As Dean pumped ungodly amounts of doggie cum into his ass, Sam came untouched onto the sheets beneath him, panting just as heavily as the dog now locked with him. It was just as well that Dean in dog form seemed to enjoy cuddling, because Sam wasn’t entirely sure how long they would stay knotted together.

However long it turned out to be, he had a feeling it wouldn’t feel like long enough when Dean pulled out and left him empty again.

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stylishgods · 8 months

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thjats it im Asking im makign an au and i need to know what part in bauble's lore my au can stem from., give me the Lore im twisting it afectionaltelye . /not Forced (if you dont eant me to make it that is Okau im just asking in case its cool

NO THAT IS TOTALLY OKAY smiles so widely. ok umm brief trigger warning for uhh. child abuse/neglect, torture, cannibalism, UHH like. brief mentions of disordered eating?? i dont know if this really counts as disordered eating or not but eh. just in case. NONE OF THIS IS GRAPHIC AT ALL ITS ALL JUST MENTIONED THAT IT HAPPENS this is a like. brief summary. not going super in detail about marie because i might talk about her lore separately sometime

bauble is the youngest of 9 siblings. he's the child of a half - deity and a human. he was born very sickly, and is extremely weak by deity standards. as a child, bauble was very interested in art. however, his interest in it was stopped by his father upon declaring that him and his siblings, aside from marie, would all fight to become the heir of the family's company.

in the universe bauble lore takes place in, deities are more of a species than gods. of course a few deities are gods, but not all of them. if a deity is killed, they will shatter into shards. if said shards are consumed by another deity, they will get the powers of the deceased deity. bauble's father learned of this, and decided to take this to his advantage. some deities with enough power also do not need to eat because they're immortal, but still do for fun.

slowly but surely, over the course of 8 years, one sibling would be killed for the others to eat. aside from this, the children [ aside from marie as she was the only one of them to be a fully mortal human ] did not eat, due to being told they didn't need to because they were powerful immortal deities.

they were in fact not. they all had partial immortality; they would not die unless someone was to physically kill them. this is the sole reason they all, especially bauble, even survived without eating regularly.

bauble and his siblings had most information about many things not taught to them. none of them aside from marie had ever left the estate. due to bauble being the only male [ at birth. bauble identifies as agender later on ] child, the contest was rigged towards him.

bauble was very attached to his older half - sister marie, who acted as a motherly figure to him after their parents had divorced. though as time went on, marie grew more and more unwell, and became bitter and began to resent him. bauble didn't understand what he was doing wrong, but regardless continued to try and cheer up his older sister. especially so when she would lash out at their father and get locked in her bedroom.

by the time bauble was 16, he and marie were the only siblings remaining. marie immediately tried to strangle bauble to death so that she would be able to take his place and reclaim her place that she felt bauble had taken her, causing bauble to freak out and impulsively slash open her stomach with one of the shards of their deceased sibling. this killed marie, and bauble was left there terrified and sobbing as he watched his beloved older sister bleed to death.

bauble is currently 46 years old. he's a very snarky, petty person. he has repressed every single memory of his childhood aside from marie's existence. his father took advantage of this, making it seem like none of his siblings had ever existed aside from marie, and that marie had died after running away from home.

bauble is unable to walk or even stand due to how sickly he is, and levitates himself around to move. he also is unable to consume food due to the trauma of eating his siblings, biting into anything at all will feel like flesh to him. but he can drink liquids fine.

blah blah he hates dave and bambi because daves school is ugly and he wants to tear it down that whole thing.

and then he meets david. someone who hates dave and bambi just as much as him, the only person around who seems like he actually gets him. and bauble VERY quickly gets attached, especially so seeing as david is the only person aside from his dad and the workers at the estate that he regularly talks to. and then they immediately start trying to literally fucking murder dave multiple times

bauble begins to feel weird around david. he doesn't exactly understand what that feeling is. he has never felt it before in his life and he's worried that if he tells david, david will hate him and he'll be alone again. after david eventually explains to him what sexuality and gender and romance and sex and relationsihps and the such are because he literally did not know, bauble begins to realize that he's in love with david. he also learns that all the tech in the estate has been purposely modified to withhold certain information from bauble ever learning. this leads him to get a secret phone to hide from his dad so he could actually use search engines as he pleased.

eventually david and bauble begin dating. and then on the same day they fucking kidnap and torture dave because they think it's funny. while dave is being tortured, he admits to david that he was still in love with him up until now. david is unsure what to say, and bauble immediately gets jealous. though the two then leave dave to die in an abandoned building. which doesnt last long the next morning marcello and bambi find out quickly and then kill david in front of bauble. and then marc throws bauble at a wall.

bauble heals and revives david, and collapses after. he then eventually realizes way too late that he'd stayed at david's house overnight without telling his dad, and starts to panic as he recieves endless calls and texts from his dad. he's too out of it to realize this is his secret phone. he feels terrified something will happen to him when he goes home and doesn't even know why. the worst that's ever happened as far as he can remember was being yelled at.

eventually, due to bauble being unable to levitate himself due to his head injury, needs david to carry him home to the estate, where david quickly learns that bauble's dad is a Fucking Asshole. bauble is yelled at and then locked in his room for the next three weeks. bauble begins to remember certain things about his past while he's kept in there.

after he's released, david and bauble reunite. and then later that day, when bauble is left alone in david's house, bandu breaks in and then rips out his organs and drowns him in david's bathtub. david rushes bauble to the hospital once he gets home, and bauble's world starts crumbling around him upon finding out his immortality was a lie.

things continue spiraling from there. david realizes he's still in love with dave, even while dating bauble, but lies to him about it. bauble's chronic illness begins to get worse, and he constantly finds himself nauseous and often has fits of vomiting. david realizes bauble has never been to a doctor before and immediately takes him to the hospital again, where bauble then eventually learns that there is shit Wrong With Him but still insists that nothing is. bauble remembers everything that happened when he was a child and starts breaking down. his dad injures him so badly that he has to call david to get him out of the estate because he can't move. everything keeps getting worse and worse and worse.

and then david lashes out at him.

david accuses bauble of not being honest to him about everything that's been going on with him, to which bauble in response brings up how david is lying to him about not being in love with his ex anymore. the two argue, and it leads to them breaking up. bauble moves back into the estate due to having nowhere else to go. david remembers a bit too late that bauble's had information about basically everything kept away from him his entire life and wasn't lying because he genuinely didn't know.

bandu, ironically around the same time, pesters expunged into reviving this guy that bullied him on twitter's dead sister because it'd be really fucking funny. expunged reluctantly agrees. the same day, david goes to the estate to get bauble back. he then ends up arguing with and then killing bauble's father. but by the time he goes to apologize to bauble, he's stopped. a woman he's never met tells him he needs to leave and that bauble doesn't want to see him. marie grins to herself as david leaves.

bauble was left heartbroken and ruined by his and david's breakup. he felt hopeless, he felt like life didn't have meaning anymore. he hated himself more than he ever had. he needed someone to cling onto and tell him things would be okay. and then, marie came back into his life. but little does he know that marie wasn't at all genuine in her intentions of rekindling their bond.

eventually, marie and bauble have dinner together. marie poisons bauble's wine, and he's left mortified on the floor as marie tells him how much she hates him for taking her life away from her. bauble dies, and marie sets the building on fire. david sees the fire in the distance while out and about, and immediately goes over to see what's wrong. he's mortified to find bauble's corpse on the floor, burning up in the flames. he then goes up to the second floor balcony, where marie stood overlooking the flames, and tackled her off of it, choking her to death once they hit the floor, then fleeing the estate with bauble's corpse.

when bauble wakes up in the hospital again and sees david beside him, he immediately assumes the worst. he still thinks david hates him, and after being betrayed by marie, he thinks david is here to kill him for good. but he honestly had no hands that he'd rather die by than david's, and told him to finish the job. david is confused and concerned, and assures bauble he isn't going to hurt him. the two make up and rekindle their relationship, and luckily, things only get better from that point on.

david is finally over dave, bauble is free from his family and is able to heal from his trauma, and david even is able to finally get bauble to be able to start eating by working up from liquids to soft foods. also marie gets revived again because expunged feels bad for her but she and bauble never really see eachother again she just lives with expunged and bandu now YAYYY ALL DONE

#mr bauble business [ oc ]

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warabola · 3 months

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top 5 favourite ssea locations? 👀

OH NO. Do you know how hard that is going to be to narrow down??

Alright, disclaimer: I haven't actually played the zubmarine DLC. I own it. I could by every means play it. It is hand crafted to appeal to me. I just keep getting lost at sea instead (starting a new file and dissociating as I travel the boundless depths of the zee and sink into the impeccable atmosphere). So I'll take that into account, and also consider most of these from primarily a Sseas perspective.

5. Visage

Why is this port not mentioned more in Fallen London. Did something happen to it? Are the zailors collectively in agreement not to ever mention it? Visage has a fascinating culture and I am weak to everything mask related, as well as it's a good port on the Iron Republic - Port Carnelian - Polythreme cycle for reducing terror.

4. Venderbight

I'm a simple man, okay. I really like Tomb Colonists. Unlike Fallen London's exile, I find Venderbight rather serene, and the First Curator's storyline both fascinating lore and a comfortable ritual? I do it in every playthrough like clockwork, partly for the reward and partly for the ritual of gathering the Neathbow again.

3. The Gant Pole

Alright this one I'm cheating a bit on. I know it primarily from the ES Leviathan. But how can you not be compelled by the place where The Zee Goes To Die? Of the passage of the Midnight Whales? Of haruspicy and monstrous change and the colour left behind when there is nothing else left?

2. Kingeater's Castle

1. The Avid Horizon

So many stories come back to this location and it stands like a monolith in a lot of my characters' stories as a result. But it's also incredibly peaceful in Sunless Seas. A place to repent your crimes and seek forgiveness from an empire-- does Fallen London ever even mention that? That unspeakable traitors and criminals make the pilgrimage to write down what they've done, and that the Admiralty takes note?

My impression of the Avid Horizon was largely formed before understanding what it actually is, and before any knowledge of Seeking. I admit I'm a bit biased as a Finn/Canadian because the mention of the stars reflected in the waves and the biting winds and the design itself feel somewhat nostalgic. Its colour palette reminds me of the northern lights.

That said.

This is so hard to do. The lore in Sunless Seas is amazing. Mt Palmerston is fleshed out in Sseas in a way you don't see in Fallen London, but that is so interesting with the context of Hell's history and politics. Frostfound contains so much deep lore that it takes multiple reads to really take all of it in. Aigul and Nuncio are fascinating, and also criminally underused in Fallen London. Diving off the Salt Lions and harvesting it for the Bazaar. Knowing the backstory to Port Cecil and the implications for the Great Chain. I can genuinely talk for hours about any little bit of Sunless Seas, anyone and everyone has permission to yell about it at me. Favourite game of all time.

#ask games #sunless seas #i have only JUST started learning about the Discordance and Salt in full #and finally understanding some of the things that happen at Kingeater's Castle #i am sorely tempted to install sseas again and do another play through #THE definition of brain rot #incredible ask thank you

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gontagokuhara · 5 months

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OKAY I FORGOR💀 TO MENTION THIS actually idk if I already said this but I LOVE the way you write kokichi? Like kokichi's jesterism clowncore energy is not talked about enough in this fandom, he's not just a lying troll, he can also be a corny little canned-bit filled jokester! He can be your angle! Or yuor devil! But he and Kaede give off such an "annoying little brother"/"exhausted oldest sister" vibe in pointy objects it never fails to make me laugh and also feel feelings!

Also ngl writing my lil (literally >2k) review gave me the energy to do my writing assignment so thank you for indirectly but also directly contributing to me not failing my class LMFAO

hi hello!! first of all thank u again for ur very sweet comments i keep rereading them . actively working on the next chapter and i reread them like an hour ago <3 also you are so me re: the writing thing literally i am writing this long ass response out as a warm up to getting started on the chapter again I SEE U. solidarity u got this class

as always below the cut because i like to yap (no spoilers butttttttt call it a small hint of what's to come next chapter)

ANYWAY !!! im glad people like that choice <3 his general silliness tends to get lost in canon in the midst of such a heavy fraught situation (where his dumbass is instigating fights constantly......) and so i feel it more natural to have it bleed into him in pointy objects you know? his backpack also offers just unreal opportunities for clownery and i can't help myself. i have issues with a lot of canon/fanon portrayals of kokichi so with him (as i do miu, and kiyo, and kaito, etc) i like to do the classic mogul move yoink & twist. i take character that needs fixer-uppering, mash 'em around like playdoh, and make them mostly the same but......better in my humble opinion. i feel like i do that pretty well with kokichi, and hearing those choices are appreciated makes me very happy <3

in that vein the kaede/kokichi dynamic is SOOOO important its one of my favorites ive worked into pointy objects i think. justice for my real protag kaede BUT her biting the dust so early both robbed canon content of what a friendship between them could look like. but it also gives me LOTS of room to pick up their barbie dolls and make them have good moments together. speaking of pointy objects canon, they arrived at camp within about a year of each other, before a lot of the other mainstay demigods began living there full time. gonta, miu, kaede, maki, and kokichi spent a lot of time as the only ones at camp; kids like kirumi/tenko/himiko/angie/kiyo are all summer-only, and full-timers ryoma, kaito, and kiibo came later (ages 14, 16, and within a few months of sonia giving them a soul [roughly the same stretch of time as ryoma's arrival], respectively).

all that lore TO say: kaede and kokichi grew up together in a lot of really important ways, and the dynamic that developed over the years very much is that exhausted older sister/exhausting little brother who are fiercely and kind of unexpectedly protective over one another. i could go on about all of the early full-time campers' dynamics because there's a lot within those five especially that i've like. developed in my brain? but havent fit into the 170k words 💀 the mind palace of spiderwebbing character relationships is very vast for how much has actually made it into the fic.....but wink wonk we WILL see a taste of it this next chapter

and finally, re edits: i did my one BIG edit fest back in may, and since then there haven't been any major changes. that said, i do reread the prior chapters quite often (checking details to make sure new writing doesn't have any discrepancies, getting myself back in the headspace to write shuuichi's voice, etc) and do occasionally find typos or phrasing or sentence flow i like changed, so i do fix those as i see them. that said, i DO know what you're talking about with chapter 3; that was a chapter i did pretty majorly redo in may, and there was definitely some redundant word use and odd sentence structure i went back and corrected. but i haven't made any changes that drastically alter the contents of the story; not more so than i did back in may, at least!

ok this as always got very long but it was as always very fun to answer!!!! thank you again for all your support MWAH MWAH and im sure we'll make contact again soon enough!!

#ask #bittercideristaken #pointy objects #ALSO.......when i think about you in my brain im split between calling you 'bitter' or 'cider' DO u have a preference <3

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