#“pure rage kill”? lmao!

[madevampselle]

Darling, stop trolling.

[fhrlclln]

qimir x sith!reader

i’ve been thinking of this lil idea i had posted and i wanted to experiment a bit on writing how the scene between qimir and becoming-a-true-sith!reader would unfold and maybe dive more into qimir’s emotions. so here it is!

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“you don’t want to do this.” he dodges your swing of your lightsaber. “i don’t want to fight you-“

“i trusted you!” you roared as he blocks your slash with his saber. the sound of them clashing rings through both of your ears as you looked at him with hatred in your eyes. you push forward and he pushes back. qimir’s lips tremble slightly seeing you try to kill him.

it pains him.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers, there’s a slight crack in his voice. your eyes are wet with your tears, the light from both of your sabers each illuminated your faces. your heart feels like it’s so hollowed out. how could he do that to you? how could he lie to you? after all you had done for him, stayed loyal to him. he does this?

“you’re not.” your voice is on a hard note. you swiftly backed away, raising your saber up to aim his neck. he blocks and you two move in a tandem. he doesn’t attack you but merely defends himself from your every move.

“fight me!” you yelled. “come on, master.” venom laces in your tone as qimir winces at your powerful attacks and words. “you wanted me discarded then do it!”

he backs away, hesitating, his grip on his saber is tight. the numbness in his chest grows seeing you so full of hatred for him. he blinks, remembering your kind eyes and the most beautiful smile that he had received back then. but now all he can see is pure rage and detestation. your face is illuminated crimson from your lightsaber. your saber is as red as his, it was once blue but now it bleeds red. it bled because of him.

he should be proud, shouldn’t he?

that you embraced your rage and hatred fully towards him. that was what he taught you didn’t he? to embrace your emotions and use it. he taught you well or so he thinks. and this felt like de javu for him, like the same thing that happened with his own former jedi master. and it makes him feel disgusted that the cycle continues. it’s all his fault.

you charge at him and he uses the force to push you back roughly. he grimaces hearing your body hit against the stone wall and you cry in pain. his brows furrow and he stands still. you are kneeling on the ground, clutching your injured arm from the impact but you still clutch your saber tight. you spit out blood from your mouth and he waits for your next move, hoping this would end quickly.

if he succumbs to your blade then he shall accept that willingly.

you finally look up and he feels like his whole beliefs of the dark side start to crumble.

“my acolyte…” his eyes widened and you stand up.

your eyes are not the shade of that beautiful color he adores. it was now pure yellow with red at the outline of the irises. you had embraced the darkness in you at last. he sees that the former acolyte he knows is gone. and it makes him think that…

failure.

“i hate you.” you sobbed. “i hate you, qimir.”

qimir stands in place, not moving and you charge ahead, your red lightsaber pointed to his chest and he lets out a shaky breath. the vulnerability in him finally shows.

he failed you.

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good night again lmao. also, im almost finished writing the smut part for my next qimir fic req!

[11queensupreme11]

Just saw your reblog. lol how do the yans feel about percy and anthonius matching for life, basically? Or that she got that from saving anthonius?

Poseidon: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! TURN AROUND AND GO BACK TO CAMP, WHO CARES ABOUT THE ATHENIAN SCUM AND THAT STUPID MOON GODDESS" -> to full on screaming and raging when she carries the sky, then pure jealousy when he sees that they now have matching grey streaks. i was gonna say he'd order to have anthonius' head shaved LMAO but then i remembered that this is poseidon and he'd probably just kill the dude

Hades: jaw DROPPED. this man is shocked at the sheer danger his poor niece-wife (lol) has been in from getting attacked by dionysus, the entirety of the whole quest, to meeting ATLAS and carrying the skies 💀💀 she could've been perfectly safe at camp.... but she put herself in danger for some BOY 🥲

Apollo: ngl, this dude would probably faint the second she switched places with artemis to carry the sky for her so she can fight atlas. like on one hand, thank you for saving his alt!sister, but on the other hand, he knows that carrying the sky is hard af so the thought of his beloved percy being put in that situation is probably too much for him to handle 🥺

Beelzebub: screaming, crying, shitting tears. not only do they have matching grey streaks, but she got it from PUTTING HERSELF IN DANGER FOR ANTHONIUS 💀💀💀 once he gets over his mental breakdown, he'll be pulling out the cuffs and cuffing her to him since it's the only way to keep her safe 💀

Loki: SEETHING WITH JEALOUSY 💀💀 TO A FULL-BLOWN MELTDOWN WHEN HE SEES HOW MUCH PAIN SHE WAS IN. this man is ripping his hair out from the stress and jealousy alone, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT FOR SOME STUPID HALF-BREED" "but i'm also--" "YOU DON'T COUNT, YOU'RE DIFFERENT"

Anubis: this puppy's gonna rip anthonius to shreds if he ever sees him! 🤗 in his eyes, it's ANTHONIUS' fault that his mate got hurt, practically TORTURED actually due to carrying the skies, so his thought process is to kill anthonius to avenge her! then he'd go smother her in cuddles and kisses (she's gone numb from the shock of seeing anthonius' dead body 💀)

Cú Chulainn: "that was so stupid of you, why'd you do that, now you have a grey streak and you look like a fucking skunk 😒" but on the inside he's ALSO seething with jealousy and worry. he wishes percy would've just stayed safe at camp and if he ever met anthonius, he'd probably sneer at him for being a man yet needing to be rescued by a girl, then he would kill him for percy's sake cuz he realizes that percy would quite literally DIE for him and he's not letting that happen (sorry bro, but percy would die for anyone 💀 also, let's not tell him what happens in mark of athena 💀)

[monimccoythings]

Tiny and cute!

Here I come with a new one! Thanks to all the shitposts that give me life and inspiration to write this! I think this might be the last one I write of this series for now, because I’m literally out of ideas lol. But it has been really really fun. I really enjoyed it. But don’t worry, I’ll keep posting if I get more ideas.

Ayyy lmao when I get a better quality of the angery boi in a pickle jar I update it. This contains spoilers!!! If you haven’t watched the movie yet, go and watch it now! It’s worth it!

Previous parts: 1 and 2

Next parts: 4 and 5

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff @harpy-space​

After so many tiring weeks working your ass off for the minimum wage, you finally got a very well deserved vacation. Which you were totally planning to spend with your friends and your little pal.

He was such a grumpy pants, he cussed you whenever you came close, but deep down inside his little black heart you knew he craved the attention. If only he didn’t try to bite your fingers with his hampter teef.

So, you, Peach, Mario, Luigi and Toad set off on a journey to the Kong Kingdom, a tropical paradise, for a week of unashamedly lazing off. Since nobody trusted Bowser to be left on his own without causing a ruckus (throwing the piano over and over again against the bars of the cage), you so kindly offered to bring him along in a pet carrier. Oh he was big mad now.

Didn’t help that you kept feeding him apple slices through the bars saying “does the Big Boy want his appy slices?” and it certainly didn’t help either that the Big Boy really wanted his appy slices. To make up for the embarrasment, maybe you’d let him take a sip of your Caipiranha plant cocktail.

The Kong Kingdom was something you wouldn’t have even imagined in a thousand years, and you came from the Mushroom Kingdom. Throw tropical paradise, with Aztec aesthetic and Nash Car in a blender, mix it, and that’s what you get.

One of the Kongs kindly took you all to your huts and very wisely ignored all the Traffic regulations and laws of safe driving, which moved you so much, you spent the entire journey with tears in your eyes and your mouth open in a never ending scream of pure terror.  Yeah, next time you were walking.

One of the most peculiar traditions of the Kongs that you experienced there was some kind of tournament in a stage that was literally floating on air. You had to say it was a bit awkward when the kinda handsome? and cocky prince of the Kongs invited you all over to ‘smash’. Oh well, it would be way too difficult and weird to explain it to them anyways, and quoting Mario, ‘that was a pipe that wasn’t worth exploring’.

The tournament was like watching a real gladiator battle, but the gladiators had superpowers, and they were monkeys. Of course DK won, since, until Mario, he was the undefeated champion. He was a show off, you were truly impressed and cheering for him. He sent a flirtatious wink your way. And a loud thump was heard from inside the carrier. Awww, potato man didn’t want anybody else catching your attention. That was so sweet of him, actually.

The truth was, that despite this being a bit of a holiday, the real reason you all were there was because the turtle had to answer for his crimes against the Kong Kingdom. Godzilla v. Kong. It was jury duty for your friends, yaaayy.

Apparently Bowser didn’t get the memo. He was absolutely angery, screaming, raging, fighting. There was no way to handle him. To try an coerce him out of the carrier and into a proper cage was a task no Kong was patient enough to endure.

Would have it been easier to handle if he had remained in his temporary enclosure? Yeah, it would, but Kongs were monkeys with deeply rooted traditions, and if the teeny mutant ninja toitle had to be in a cage on the witness stand, then he would be in it, conscious or not. Looks like they had very little regard for the rules of the courtroom, but he had tried to kill them, so they were even.

Nobody took into account the possibility that he would manage to break free and make a run for the entrance. Tbh, it was kinda sad to watch him give the effort of his life trying to get to a door that was like ten feet away from where you all were. Still, no Kong was able to lay a hand on him, given how slow he was and how eager he seemed in getting hit, it was as if they were avoiding him on purpose. Peach would later explain you that given the nature of the power up, if he got hit in any way the mushroom would loose its effect and would turn him back to his original size, which was a big nope.

While the jury was debating wheter let him enjoy what little freedom he would have before he was tricked back into the pet carrier or just pick him and finish it, you had a moment of enlightment. That was it, the moment you had been waiting for for the last months, what you had unconsciously been training for your entire life. This was your moment to shine, your moment to be the hero, your moment to-

“Look at you so tiny and cute!” You gushed, picking him up, mindful of the spikes in his shell. He wiggled, trying to be set free and demanding you to put him down that instant or throw him as hard as you could against the wall. But the only thing you wanted to do was...

* smooch * You kissed the tip of his nose. You had been wanting to boop it since day one, and its scales were as soft as you had imagined. Your life dream had been achieved.

Bowser went very still in your hold. His eyes were wide and his pupils had shrunk with shock. The Kongs looked horrified at you so casually holding a narcissistic and psychotic tyrant like a pet, Peach was awkardly smiling at the eldest Kong, Cranky, while Mario and DK were trying as hard as they could to not burst out laughing. Luigi quietly snapped a pic and quickly hid the phone in his overalls, when the guards shot him dirty looks.

It were a couple of uncomfortable minutes that felt like years for all of you, until someone decided to clear their throat, snapping all out of their stupor. Bowser was still frozen so putting him inside the cage was easy. And so, the trial went on without any more disturbances. Whetever the sentence was, he didn’t hear it, nor did he care. Because his mind was occupied by something else. The kiss.

BONUS SCENE

You didn’t know how it had all started but suddenly there was a loud explosion and the entire castle was on flames. Tumbling, you made your way through a bunch of screaming toads towards the source of the blast. Because you perfectly knew where it had started.

The thick smoke made your eyes watery and you blinked several times, trying to clear your vision through the tears. You coughed several times, your lungs ached and you felt like you were going to pass out at any given moment. But you had to keep going fowards, make sure everyone got out safe. And by everyone you meant every single one of the creatures inhabiting this castle.

Finally, you reached the giantic doors. Exhausted, you tripped and desperately clinged onto the golden knobs, burnng your palms in the process due to the overheated metal. Thankfully, your weight was enough to pull the doorknob and push the door open.

You fell against the cracked marble floor, the only things in front of you were the dark columns of smoke that clouded your vision and the burning roar of the flames in your ears. Until, you saw it.

A gigantic dark shadow with glowing red eyes pulled out from the darkest of nightmarish Hells. The eyes burned with a flaming passion and seemed to be piercing your soul. For the first time in a long time, you felt true fear running through your veins. Still, you were too stunned to move.

A low rumble came out of that disturbing sight. It started to approach you, with every step it took the ground shook, and the less time you had to make a run for it. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought that were you brave enough to run, this monster would catch you in a matter of seconds despite its size.

A sob got caught in your throat when the smoke cleared and you got to see the owner of those eyes.

Your little fella. Your beloved tiny musical tot that played piano. Literally everyone’s warnings against him suddenly came to mind. He was not so little now.

Bowser extended one hulking arm, and with one of his meaty fingers, he dragged a claw through your collarbone without breaking the skin, like some twisted version of a caress. He let out a low purr, certainly deepest than it had sounded merely days ago. “Look at you...So tiny and cute...”

[og-akiree]

Yandere Sir Pentious | General Headcanons

Since no one else is doing it, I will >:(

Ps. I take requests ;)

● He may not be the smartest or strongest, but he's got the spirit alright.

● In this scenario, you met him first at the Hotel. Maybe you were a sinner looking for redemption? Maybe you were Charlie's friend or in a leash? Or maybe you just were there for the free housing? Either way, this man fell in love with you on first sight, believe it or not.

● He walks in all sad and pitiful `redemption redemption' and you don't buy his lie and goddamn it he doesn't know why but the glare you are giving him gives him the chills. And not in a bad way mind you.

● Like you're just standing there glaring at him, and he just locks up when he sees your eyes on him. `Who is this?` `What's their name?` `WHY ARE THEY SO GODDAMN SEXY?!`

● Eventually (literally on the first day lmao) when Angel Dust discovers the "hidden" camera and you walk in, dropkick him and stand on his back with one leg to keep him down he almost moans right then and there. Like wtf why are you so good-looking while beating the shit outta him???

● You ain't even gotta be stronger than him. When you lay your hands on him (or literally any part of you), he just locks up and lets you throw him around.

● The Egg Boyz are gonna call you 'mom' 'mama' 'momma' or any possible alternate regardless of your gender (or lack of).

● Like the Egg Boyz just are too dumb to comprehend anything. In their eyes, the boss loves likes you, you care for the Egg Boyz (whether out of your own volition or not doesn't matter), and you keep their boss in line. To them, you're a mother because a mother's role is to care and keep the daddy in line, right? (Why Egg Boyz, why).

● Anyways, as a yandere, Sir Pentious is more capable of showing his feelings for you than in the show. Instead of saying, "Because I'm buying drinks for everyone," he goes "because you are my first ever friend" or something like that.

● Though he certainly isn't the strongest demon out there, he ain't the weakest either. If some random demon happens to be messing with you, they just might find themselves in a bit of a pickle when Sir Pentious pays them a visit <33

● "You better bow down trash. You're in the presence of a RULER." (He's talking about you, btw) he worships the ground you walk on. You can't do any wrong in his eyes (even though you are in Hell for a reason)

● You could literally blow up an orphanage, and he would go "Yeah well the orphanage was in their way."

● In the final battle, you had gotten hurt, and he couldn't stand it. In his eyes, someone so powerful and mighty (even though you may actually be weaker than him) couldn't be defeated by something as simple as a hit from the first man ever, right? Right?!

● There are two ways we can go from here.

● One is that Sir Pentious sacrifices himself for you. He sees how hurt you are and filled with rage and the thirst of revenge he gets a confidence boost and kisses you deeply, declaring his undying love for you in front of EVERYBODY.

• Then he powers up the machine, dies an embarrassing death and yada yada. Now in Heaven, he will literally fight tooth and nail to either get back down to you or to bring you up there with him.

● If it so happens that he can't remember anything, then he would feel deep longing for something or someone that he can't quite place. What is this painful feeling in his chest? Why does he feel like he is missing someone important?

● Alternatively, if it so happens that YOU end up dying in the final battle, then Holy Hell.

● Seeing your lifeless body fills him with pure heartbreak that he didn't know he was even capable of feeling.

● He would kill himself then and there. He doesn't care who he will leave behind as long as he gets to die, too, while holding your hand or hugging your body close to his. He can't live without you, even in Hell. To him, the only way to be loyal to you now that you are dead is to be dead with you.

● Even in death, you can't escape your diehard fan <3

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 14 (Orgasm Denial)

Jackson Rippner x Reader (NSFW)

(1,064 Words)

Summary: you refuse to give Jackson his phone call, so he refuses to let you come

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, hostage situation, threats, airplane bathroom sex (woooo mile high club), little bit of hair pulling, Jackson being forceful, orgasm denial (duh)

Notes: ok, so I meant to write a fic for this movie WAAAAAAAY back in April but hey, better late than never LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

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Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself in a hostage situation, but here you are.

One moment, you’re sharing a drink with the charming man you met at the bar in the airport, then next thing you know, you’re forty thousand feet in the air, staring out the window, by that same charming man, keeping you trapped to your seat.

His plan to you was easy: call the hotel, and switch the room. That’s it. The way he had described it to you was exceedingly simple. He specifically told you, it’s simple. But if it was so simple, why would he threaten to kill your family? Why was he so hellbent on getting you to switch the room? Why would he shoot down your every single, rightful attempt to escape? If it was so simple, why couldn’t he do it? What was he really hiding from you?

“Jackson, this is fucking insane,” you hiss. “Sooner or later I was eventually going to have to go to the bathroom, it’s an eight hour flight for Christ sake.”

He holds up an empty water bottle. “Best I can do.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny?” You let out a soft chuckle, laced with annoyance. “You think you’re fucking funny? You’re not funny, Jackson.”

“Look, if you just made-”

“No, no, what would be funny, was if you let me piss myself, making a scene on this fucking plane, which I’m sure you wouldn’t want, right?”

Jackson sits there silently as you continue to go on your whispered tirade.

“And if I get taken away, you’ll never get that call.”

“Your family will die.”

“How bad do you want it, Jackson? Fucking try me. You want me to make that call? Then please, let me go.”

Jackson stares at you for a moment, completely dumbfounded. His icy eyes soon narrow into an amused gaze. He lets out an entertained sigh, and gets up from his seat.

You cock your head, confused. At first you think it’s some sort of trick until he motions for you to go. As you make your way down the aisle, you feel a tight grip on your wrist, holding you back.

“Don’t get cute.”

He lets you go, and you find yourself in the cramped space. After locking the door, you make the attempt to collect yourself, taking in a deep breath and exhaling a groan of pure rage. You curse yourself at the situation you found yourself in. You curse yourself for the possible danger you’ve landed your family and possibly innocent people in. You stare at yourself in the mirror, angry that you even let yourself fall for him back at the bar before all this even happened. At this point, you would like for nothing more than to punch the mirror, cracking and shattering it into shards.

Wait. The mirror?

Glancing at the soap dispenser, you frantically pump out some of the soap, forming suds on your hands. By the time you’re finished writing your message, you let out a laugh of relief. Cleaning off the evidence, satisfied with your plan to escape, the pride suddenly drops into the pits of your stomach as you find Jackson, waiting outside the door.

Before either of you can get a word out, you feel his hand covering your mouth. The back of your head hits the wall as he slams the bathroom door shut. You feel woozy, from the quick motion quickly halting to a stop. You can hardly pick up what he’s saying until you find your consciousness has faded back into place.

“If that little, by-the-book stewardess saw that, the plane would be safely landed, I wouldn’t be able to relay my command to the man outside your house, and your family will be dead.” His hand grips the sides of your cheeks, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes, glacial, look at you fixedly. “It would be wise of you to stop gambling with their lives.”

Due to the cramped space you two currently find yourselves in, you feel his body on top of yours, impossibly close. The room starts to grow heated. Breathing heavily, adrenaline flows through you, ready to escape by any means necessary. Without thinking, you press your lips to his.

He opens his mouth slightly, allowing you to feel one another’s tongues in your mouth. He nips at your lip as he pulls away, eliciting a soft mewl to escape your lips. You gaze into each other’s eyes, deeply, before diving back into one another.

The kisses grow more heated. You can feel him gripping at every curve and crevice of your body. Your hands make their way up to his head, fingers raking through his hair, giving it a soft tug. You note that this seems to spur him on, as he grinds himself against you. Feeling the sudden friction to your groan, you let out a hushed moan.

You soon find yourself being propped up on the sink. The sound of heavy breathing and Jackson unzipping his pants fills the cramped cubicle of a room. You can feel a growing dampness from within you sex. Arousal spikes within you, once Jackson’s throbbing cock is whipped out from his pants.

A hand drops in between your sex. You bite back a moan as Jackson gathers your pooling arousal, swiping over the spots that make you squirm. He lets out a smooth chuckle, pleased with himself. Positioning himself with your entrance, you feel his cock slide into you roughly. His other hand warps into your scalp, yanking you closer to him as he fucks into you.

His pace is slow, but exponentially rough. You can feel him splitting you open deliciously, fighting the urge to let out whimpers of pleasure escape, which would compromise both your position. It’s when he speeds up his pace, which has you getting more vocal as you beg for your release.

“Jackson, please,” you pant. Your back hits the wall with each thrust, feeling yourself come more and more undone.

“N-not until, fuck, you make, the call,” he grunts, pounding into you.

“Mmm, you know, I-I can’t do that.”

“Then I guess, you won’t be coming anytime soon,” he teases, cruelty staining his voice. He slows down his pace, significantly, forcing your approaching peak to cease. “It’s your choice, how bad do you want it?”

[whoreish-behaviour]

If your asks are still open, could you please do a Bakugou that came tired from work, but his darling wife/hubby got a bath and a whole meal ready for him and then maybe a little soft smutty?

Thank you~~

Tysm for your ask >:3

And I'm sorry - this came out wayyy longer than it was suppose to lmao

Warnings >~< = Soft!smut, F!Reader, use of 'good girl'.

Not proof read - ignore any typepo's

He had been tense recently. You could sense his overwhelming anxiety building up.

Ever since you had met Katsuki Bakugo you knew he was filled to the brim with pure raging emotions. He was just one of many who didn't know how or where to channel them.

However, that was what you signed up to deal with - at the ripe age of 12 when his former venomous words shifted to less harsh ones of encouragement and disguised care.

'Just don't get yourself killed I don't wanna hav' to carry ya to the damn hospital wing'

'You okay?! You hurt?!'

'Dumbass, your doing it wrong. Watch me'

Even back then you knew he cared. Something in your heart just told you that this ball of anger and pride cared about you.

You were the one to confess first on his 19th birthday. Everyone knew about the both of you, all except for him of course.

All it took was Izuku pulling you in the back garden and attempting to kiss you, all while Bakugo watched from his balcony.

Never before had he felt anger quite like that. Pure rage laced with fear that you didn't like him. He had been trying to find ways to tell you but always came short.

He was stomping down the stairs in no time, eyes set on the back door so much that he had missed how Izuku was already back in the living room - cheeks pink with embarrassment.

He practically barged his way through doors until his eyes landed on you, alone, sitting by the pool. You were tracing the waves with your finger tips, eyes set on the clear water.

He crossed the path and stood next to your sat body. However, you jerked back when his voice broke the silence.

'So, where'd little Deku disappear off to?'

You instantly turned to look up at him, his red ones already boring into yours. You swallowed your nervousness that always seemed to appear when he was in your presence.

'Oh, er, I'm not too sure-'

'Who would've thought that you liked him huh?' His words held a bite to them and you tilted you heard in confusion.

'What..?'

You stood up beside him, wondering if he was just pulling one of his many stupid jokes on you.

'And who said that you two of you were allowed back here?' He was growing more and more frustrated, arms now crossed over his chest as he stepped closer.

'Bakugo, I'm sorry but I swear-' You tried again but he cut you off.

'If you wanted to just be alone with Deku- then you shouldn't have come.' He looked away as the sentence left his scowling lips.

And that was when you realised why he was so fired up.

He was jealous.

And you couldn't help your smile as you eyed the angry look on his face - offended that you dare give Izuku a speck of your attention.

Your smile however set him off even more as he spat more words about how you should just run back to Deku.

Tired of his meaningless rant, you rudely cut off as your used all your strength to push him straight into the water below.

You couldn't stop your laughs as you heard the splash of water, his body completely submerged. You then once again took your place beside the pool, this time dipping your toes in.

You waited patiently, grinning ear to ear as your saw his head resurface.

And boy - if looks could kill.

'Im sorry suki, I thought you could use a cool down.' He seemed to be in shock from your actions, your audacity leaving him stunned.

Confidence high, you gripped the front of his shirt and gently pulled him towards you. You leaned down closer, both your heart and his beating wildly.

'And I like you too dumbass.' You repeated his nickname for you back at him and he almost laughed at your copy cat behaviour.

'Come here.' You didn't have a choice as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards his chest - bodies shivering from the cold of the water.

His lips immediately enveloped yours as you both smiled into your first of many kisses.

Finally, you were his and he was yours.

The memory played on repeat as you bent over the tub, warm water racing through your fingertips. Your cheeks were tinted, remembering how you felt in that moment.

Deeming the water hot enough, you leaned over and turned the tap off. The bathroom was dark, the candles littered on every shelf casting a warm glow.

You knew both you and Katsuki needed this.

You needed to be together, life and work had used everything in its power to hinter you seeing each other and you were tired. Today would be different no matter what.

Exiting the bathroom, you checked your phone. Katsuki had sent no messages but you knew he would be home soon.

It was 12pm at night- you knew Katsuki expected you to be asleep but like you said, not tonight.

The sound of the lock being turned alerted you and you moved quickly to the door - ready to greet your tired husband.

He never failed to make you nervous. Your heart jumped as he came into view, his eyes cast down at the wood floor.

After years of training, your husband had filled out his role at Number 2 hero, his shoulders wide and chest packed with muscle. Only one word could described your husband and it was big.

He only noticed you when he fully in the apartment, door closed and relocked.

Katsuki felt himself physically melt as he took you in. You were stood about a metre away, too far, with your arms clasped in front of you - eyes full of love ready to reel him in.

He was on you in a second, arms around your figure and nose shoved deep into your neck. You always smelled like lavender, the calm he needed.

You also wrapped him in your arms, breathing him in like oxygen. You felt so happy you could cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you finally felt wholly safe again.

You felt his hand gasp your jaw, angling your face so he could smash his lips to your - something he felt like he hadn't done in a lifetime.

You kissed back, fingers lacing into his hair and tugging his impossibly closer.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to yours, finally opening his eyes to stare into yours.

'Why you crying baby?' His heart sunk, both hands now cradling your head, thumbs swiping under your eyes.

'I just missed you.' You sniffed, hands moving to hold his wrists.

Guilt ate at him as he pressed his forehead back to you, wishing he could take the loneness from you.

He knew exactly how you felt, he hated only coming back to your sleeping figure - little hands gripping his pillow to your chest. Without you there, he felt empty as he saved life after life.

He was determined to change something, there was no way he could leave you to be so upset again.

'Im sorry my love, I'm so sorry.'

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, caressing and kissing - basking in each others love.

It was you that pulled away first, hands coming up to remove his hero costume. He watched as you did, eyes tracing over your face, already missing your lips.

Once he was only in his boxer, your gently took his hand and lead him into the bathroom, the whole room warm from the heat of the candles.

You turned to Katsuki, undoing your sheer robe as he watched silently, eyes bouncing as more and more of your skin was revealed.

Katsuki's mouth watered as your bare breast were revealed to him, nipples hard and standing at attention.

You looked away, kicked the robe away and climbing into the tub.

When you both had bought this house, you had made sure the tub was massive. It was big enough to fit 4 people at least and you loved that it gave more than enough room for you both.

The water came up to just above your breasts as you motioned for Katsuki to follow.

He instantly pulled down his underwear and climbed in behind you, shifting until his legs were around yours and his chest was to your back.

You felt him rest his head against your shoulder, chin tucked in close and he basked in your scent and love.

You lift your hand as placed it on his head, nails began to gently scratch at his scalp and he hummed in appreciation.

Not wanting the water to turn cold before you properly washed up, you turned in his embrace - now facing him, nose to nose and chest to chest.

You looked deep into his eyes as he did yours, a smirk tugging at his lips.

'Your so beautiful.'

You blushed and looked away, still no being able to take his compliments upfront even though you had been married for almost 3 years.

'Thank you.' Needing a distraction, you reached over his shoulder and grabbed the lo-fi and body wash. Pouring a decent amount onto the sponge, you began to run it over his neck and shoulders.

He instantly seemed to deflate, back pressed full against the tub and eyes closed.

You looked over his features, his perfect nose, mouth and eyes - stilling lathering his body in soap.

After he was completely covered, you headed lower - focusing on his abs. You frowned at the various bruises but it was nothing new.

The soap began to float to the surface of the water, hindering your view slightly as you continued to scrub.

You eventually landed on his toned thighs and only then did you look up.

Katsuki was already staring at you, eyes half lidded.

fuck..

You swallowed, nervous from his stare and continued.

Once the soap had left the sponge, bubbles building up around the edge of the tub, your disregarded it - choosing to instead run your hands along his skin.

You yet again looked up, fluttering your lashes at your husband.

You saw him purse his lips and sit up, body sloshing the water around yours. Once you were nose to nose again, he ran his hands down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the skin and pinching as he went.

You whined, thighs shaking as he grasped them, yanking you forwards and directly on top of him.

'Whining already? I've barley touched you.' He smirked at you, dimple evident as you looked away.

He was, of course, right. This was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he's grazed upon your body before but nevertheless, it had your pussy clenching around nothing.

'Please..?' You nosed your face under his, kissing his neck gently. You could feel his pulse and you smiled at the fact it matched yours.

You continued to kiss around, sucking on the skin until light bruises formed. There was always such a massive difference about the marks you left on him and the ones he left on you.

You could feel his hands on you again, moving up from your thighs to your ass - gripping the flesh and squeezing.

You instantly rocked your hips against his hands and subconsciously against his cock.

You both shuddered as your loins grazed. It had been too long..

'You're so needy. Missed me that much?' he groaned as he pinched your ass, using that as leverage to rock your hips again and again against his own.

'Course, suki' You whined.

'Come on then, grind against me. Gotta get that pussy wet for me.' You moaned at his words, moving faster on top of him, feeling his thick girth slide between your fold and up against your clit.

Katsuki moved his right hand from your ass to the front of your body, left still rocking you against him, and pinched your nipple.

He rolled the it between his thumb and forefinger, the rest cupping your underboob.

'So fucking sensitive hah?' He panted in you neck and you whined in response.

'Please let me cum suki, it's been so long' You begged, breaths coming out laboured.

'Rub your clit for me baby, go on.' He encouraged, groping your breast more roughly and moving your hips quicker.

You instantly did as you were told, running your ring finger in tight, fast circles.

Your hips jolted as you hit your high, slowing down as you threw your head back, Bakugo taking the opportunity to suck his own hickeys into your neck.

Overwhelmed, you moaned out loud, desparate cries while it all went straight to Katsuki cock - that throbbed and twitched painfully against his stomach.

'You ready for me baby?' He asked after you had calmed down. You immediately nodded against him and he chuckled in response.

'Of course you fuckin' are. Lift your hips up.' He kissed your check as you elevated your hips, chest pressed flat to his and face in his neck.

He moved his hand from your ass to your tailbone and used the other aline his cock to your entrance. You cried out as you felt him push inside, stretching you to fit his size.

He whispered encouragement in your ear as he told you to lower your hips when you were ready to.

He'd gladly wait here all way for you and you knew that.

Not wanting to wait, you slowly but surely lowered until your hips were flush to his, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You moaned as you allowed your pussy to get use to him again.

You pulled back slightly and looked down. The sight made you clench and Katsuki groaned as he felt it, walls warm and sung to him.

'You feel so fucking good.' He pulled you back to him, sitting up with you. You both moaned as he slid even deeper, tip pushed up and against your G spot.

You both moved at the same time, rocking with the water and he slid in and out of your hole. Your slick made it easier each time as your both groaned and whined into the quiet room.

You could hear the water escaping over the edge of the tub, slashing down onto the ground.

Neither of you cared as you both worked together, hips grinding.

You felt his hands grip your ass, spreading it from the force he was using to move you against him.

You loved it, moaning and telling how amazing he felt inside you. But he knew already, just from the way you were continuously clenching around his length.

'Keep clenching around me , fuck thats it - goood girl' You whined as you witness him go pussy drunk.

'I’m gonna come Katsuki'

His hands moved again, crawling around your waist and straight against your clit. It was sore and sensitive as he ran circles around it.

'So sensitive baby.' You felt his smirk against your neck as you moved faster.

You high hit you like a slap and your clenching finally pushed Katsuki to exactly where he needed to be.

After a few more thrusts, you felt him twitch and release inside you, it was hot and your squirmed at the sensation. He rocked your body against his still, both of you riding your highs together.

'You did such a good job baby.' He slid his arms around your waist and hugged you close.

'Deep breaths,' You did as he said and you were both soon cuddling in the tub, the water lukewarm but neither of you dare budged.

You did eventually lift your head to connect eyes with the love of your eyes,

And he was staring right back at you.

And just like that, you were back in that pool in his back garden, not even a centimetre between you as you bother utter the words,

I Love You.

Again, did not mean for this to be so long :p

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

[worth-this-and-more]

What are you most looking forward to in Oathbound?

You seem to be asking everyone so wanted your opinion lmao

-@BrianaKane 💕

[spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)]

haha i've got so much i wanna see in oathbound so this probably will be long af

-bree finally manifesting her best version. like ik our king was running here and there for her life but finally she's gonna have some time to train herself and finally control her powers without arthur dicking in or her ancestors warning her at every waking and sleeping moments. and also, the dragonnnn do I need to say anything more??

-ruthless nick. i neeeed to see that side of him, because a reason I did not like him very much in legendborn as a whole was because he was actively suppressing his emotions trynna be the calm kid but he really really needs to rage now. we saw sel's soft side now I wanna see nick's ruthless side.

-we might not get much sel content but please for the love of everything that is holy I need need neeeeed natasia in oathbound or I'm gonna die seriously I need to know her I need her to adopt me and bree and sel and alice and william and everyone because she's totally mommy vibes I mean she's our only hope in this adult world

-alice as the fierce regent or maybe the unofficial regent or unofficial william's squire both work perfectly and will be so cool, and also teamed up with William with her terrific ideas and willpower, she's gonna go crazyyyyy and also I think she and sar might have something start in oathbound?? like idk I just have this feeling but yeah

-did i mention i wanna see the dragon again?? because I wanna see the dragon again and oooh maybe the dragonn is gonna kill the shadow king but let's see haha that might be in the fourth book

-and yeah i need sarah griffiths to takeover the southern chapter demolishing victoria because as William is probably not gonna be here I feel like she's gonna be in charge because obviously everyone kicked out tor. sar and the morgaines would make a terrific group and I'm living for it.

-i wanna see zoelle and eljiah slowly but surely siding with bree because they just seem power hungry demons and bree could give them so much more, like what if they meet valec and then find out that oh you could get these things and deals with humans all at the same place how cool is that?? and if they are shadow king's kids, which doesn't seem much unlikely this old man has a lot of kids scattered around, this forced family of valec, sel, zoelle, eljiah and maybe some more would finally throw up their parental trauma on the shadow king and maybe, just maybe break his ego or bruise his anger whichever works.

-a small part of me believes that a bree vs shadow king battle is probably in the fourth book butttttt a nick vs shadow king, or sel vs shadow king is possible depending on who reaches there first. i do feel like nick would somehow find out that erebus is not erebus by maybe his newly found abilities and knowledge, so maybe nick vs shadow king is inevitable.

-and ohhhh alice vs tor where tor dies please please please please I wanna see that I wanna see alice absolutely destroy that piece of shit yk just pure fury unleashed upon tor. it's gonna be so epic and if it happens in the ogof-y-drraig oooooh even better because that's where tor defied our king officially and that's where she should crumble to dust

-willark content please i need those two idiots falling in love I feel like it's gonna be "he fell first, he fell harder" and lark has already fallen so I want to see William falling in love all over again because pleaseeee I need it tracyyy

-regent cestra either having a redemption arc, there is a slight possibility of that like a cobwed's strand amount of chances but it's there for me personally, or else she should die. bree vs cestra would obviously be amazing but it could also be by the hands of one of the shadowborn or maybe shadow king would kill her too either for the drama or because she figures out that he has bree or something

-dragonnn dragonnn dragonnn dragonnn

now imma just stfu okay bbyeeee (edit: i added the willark point because how on earth did I ever forget it????)

[weebsinstash]

Ok but like

Imagine if there is 1 spider who can tell the difference, a bestie you had that was perhaps the one who was sent to recruit you in the first place, and/or the one who was the first to go on a mission with you, and the first(outside of Miguel because ofc he had to watch and decide to let you join) to go yandere.

And imagine when YT shows they dont care, actively trying to distance themselves from her in any way they can. And they're the only one who can tell the difference, with just even seeing how they walk being enough to know it's not you.

But when they point out that's not you all the other spiders deny it, saying they'd be able to tell the difference without even trying(they cant lmao).

Then YT decides to make they're life hell because how fucking dare this rando try to out her?! So all the spiders bounce back and forth from treating them like shit to treating them how they normally would depending on which you they talk to.

Then when they nearly or they think they kill you they freaking the fuck out, having to be restrained to stop from helping you. Possibly even being degraded for trying to help 'YT', with some even saying they should kick them out of the society after.

Holy shit- imagine if they're the reason you live taking off their's and throwing it to you because they'll just go back to they're universe unlike you.

Or imagine they leave the society after you 'died', possibly even getting kicked out for attempting to attack 'you' in a fit of rage. Only to once back in they're own universe do their best to try and find a way to bring the real you back.

Queue you at your new home or job and what a looks like a hobo bursts in sobbing they're eyes out and calling your name. Tackling you into a hug, insisting their never letting you go and never letting those monsters near you again.

God love all this drama and heartbreak ♥️💕♥️💅

An idea I had thought of was "what if a Spiderperson Reader had been close to had to go do stuff in their own universe and that made them too busy to come and visit and during all the YouTwo drams they're instrumental in saving your ass"

Like for example Peter Porker and Spider Noir are absent from the second movie so say we've got Miguel and the other relevant Spiders are having their weekly "We Love Reader" power hour when Noir descends from above and shares the findings of his investigation, pure detective style, with pictures and everything, or lil Porker can tap into some toonforce shit and just glance at YouTwo and say "haha OK really funny, but where's the real one?"

Say you're good friends with Hobie and he has to "go underground for a lil while" cause he has to focus on fighting the fascists back home, and then he pops up like two months later, you're glitching out because YouTwo just smashed your bracelet and Miguel and tons and tons of other Spiders watching and facilitating and Hobie takes one look at YT, "who's this slag?"

Or, before he takes his trip, he comes to visit you at your apartment, definitely knowing it's you he's speaking to, and YouTwo is in Nueva York and you're starting to get paranoid and you open up to him about all your worries and the weird shit starting to happen, how you're worries about being replaced and how people are coming up to you about things you didn't say or do, and you even suggest a secret password so that the next time he speaks to you, he can know it's really you, and Hobie can tell you're just, absolutely stressed the fuck out about all of this, probably even passes the word on to Gwen and Pav since they're mutual friends to help keep an eye on you while he's gone, and to watch out for YouTwo

Cue Hobie "I hate fascists and tyrants" Brown coming back and you're just glitching all over the place with your bracelet broken on the ground while Miguel and tons of other Spiders are just WATCHING and you see him and immediately start screaming the password and "hobie, don't let them kill me, this is gonna kill me hobie, please help me, i dont wanna die, please i dont want to die" and, obviously best case scenario is "Hobie convinces them that YT is the fake" or "he opens a portal back home, gives you his bracelet, and both of you immediately fuck off to go flee into his home universe" but of course the more chaotic "you vanish and all hell breaks loose, a full on civil war between 'the Reader Loyalists' vs 'the YouTwo beta cucks' and everyone is scrambling to find you while you're off like, hanging out with Miles as he helps heal your trust by being a good little brother or getting creampied by Miguel 2

But like. Lmao. Imagine some shit happens like Reader was good pals with Sun Spider, told her you thought it was really inspiring to see a disabled Spider (and I mean depending on your preference Reader has problems themself) and like. It's a week after you've been "poofed away" and everyone is hanging out at like a celebration party or something just because, so many of then are convinced YT is you which means they're also still being nice as fuck to YT because you had been starting to become depressed and also the whole elevator incident and, everyone's having drinks and snacks and suddenly YT makes this sort of. Comment. It's either something like "who's the Spider in the wheelchair" or something like. Vaguely or super offensive "it's just kind of, awkward, you know, being around one of THOSE people"

And Pav is there and just kind of chuckles because he's confused and YouTwo continues "I just mean, you know. We're kind of better than them, you know? How did a cripple become a Spider?"

Cue everyone in earshot just, like, all but dropping everything in their hands as the realization sweeps over the room, "oh shit that's a fake, the real you is gone"

I imagine until they got caught that YouTwo is an absolute menace. Could suck up to one of the scientist Spidermen to help make bugs and wiretaps to spy on you in your apartment so YT can better impersonate you, intercepting any social plans and showing up in your place, learning personal info, private mannerisms. YT, to be blunt, using sex to control any Spiders who like you thst way to have them make fake alibis or spread rumors or help YT make other helpful connections (who are all also furious when YT is exposed, because, like, for ones who slept with them, dude that's rape, they all thought they were sleeping with someone else. Could you imagine Miguel fucking YT and that's like the first person he's been with since his wife has died and he had meant it to be with you and it actually be some big impactful like extremely emotional thing for him, and it's this massively personal invasion of his privacy and trust that it turned out to be an imposter. He feels dirty and disgusted and, oh my god he GOT RID OF YOU for this, this evil, selfish, manipulative whore

Reader off trying to mind their own goddamn business in their new home, either on their own or New Miguel, and you bump into someone who you USED to consider a friend and, with good intentions they tell the Spider Society you're alive and, it begins this massive manhunt with the intention of bring you "back home". THEY are all super extremely happy, making preparations to throw one big "We're So Sorry We Kind Of Replaced You And Almost Killed You" party, meanwhile YOU are terrified at the sight of any of them because you can't trust them and the Society as a whole anymore and, what if they tried to kill you again?

Miguel: I can't even express how glad I am that you're still alive. We've been looking everywhere for you because we're sorry and--

Reader, shoving bagels into their purse: sorry I have to go

[the-crow-binary]

You guys want to know a fun flower fact ?

Lilies represent pure love, the nobility of feelings, but also marital union. After the death of someone, they are used to represent the purification of their soul before they reach heaven.

So now that we established that... What about we take a look at two lovely pics ? <3

First is Mathias Cronqvist and the corpse of Elisabetha, covered with lilies. Second is...

Dracula from CoD.

It's interesting to see that Mathias has a few lilies of his own. If Elisabetha's probably represent all of what i mentioned above, Mathias' lilies might only represent his feelings for her, how deeply he cared, his union with her. But it's interesting to interpret them as some sort of "mockery" of the "purification of the soul before reaching heaven" part, knowing how that man ends up. <3 Dead ? Yes (kinda). Pure ? No. Heaven ? LOL. LMAO. <3 His lilies are also clean. Just normal, pure white flowers...

Now if we look at Dracula's lily, not only is there only one, but... it's bloodied. And while Mathias' lilies were "attached" to him, Dracula is actually holding his... by the tip of it's rod. As if he could let go at any moment, as if it would slip from his hand from the slightest wrong movement. It's a very delicate situation. And the representation of his current state of mine. This man is broken. He loved Lisa so deeply he regained his humanity back while with her, but everything shattered when she died. If the lily represents his love for Lisa and what was left of his humanity, things part of him is still hanging onto... you can be sure it fell off his hand the moment Trevor killed him. Grief and rage took place in his heart, turning a love that was pure into something unholy. Into an obsession, a fuel for his madness. And while he lost the flower, the blood remained. He's forever tainted, unable to escape his sadness and anger.

This is my interpretation, though I'm sure there can be more. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

okay, venus, now imagine that puppytaru has a rival! let's just say it could be another puppy or a person.

ah, my hands shake so much when i think about how pathetic he can be when he's jealous. when you bring another man into your house, puppytaru is so furious :( his sweet little owner treated him so cruelly and his little heart broke into pieces. he just loves you so much and wants to be your only lover. :((

he wants to be the only one who loves you. the only one who protects you. and the only one who fucks you. why did you replace him with someone else? did he misbehave? he will do anything for you, you just say!! he will cook dinner, he will clean the house, he will fuck you so fucking good, but just don't let anyone else touch you :(((

he sees you hugging another man, and he beats his body against the kennel to get to him and tear him apart with his teeth. at this point you might think about how cute he is. he cries and whimpers, his pitiful meow coming from the kennel. he bares his teeth and claws trying to open this fucking kennel when he sees how a man touches you with his lips.

he only dreams of tearing a man to shreds and then fucking you next to that useless piece of meat. his cock is aching and all he wants now is to get rid of the pest as soon as possible and fuck you well. <3

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mmhmhmmhm venus it's me again (<3 anon with breeding kink lmao. that sounds stupid. so you can call me cat anon) i have so much brain rot with puppy/fox taru. and i hope you don't mind it. because i love this protective jealous type so much omg i'm in love with it and i hope you understand why i'm so horny :(((

cat anon!! hehe that’s the cutest i love cats!! i have a cat her name is olive :3 but i’m also allergic to cats… i survive on pure love and spite!! she’s my baby :3

wehhhh jealous puptaru :(( no matter which childe i talk or think about, he always has a nasty jealous streak!! it’s in his overwhelmingly protective nature to keep you safe and away from anyone else but, especially from other men.

it takes him time to warm up to each of your friends, he’s always trying to figure out if they’re a threat or not, but this guy… is different. puptaru can tell he’s into you!! why else would he be touching you like that or kissing your cheek as a goodbye? he must be trying to take you away!! what an evil fella >:( you already have someone, a doggy who will do anything for you!! throw away that guy you don’t need him!!

try as you might, he’ll never take kindly to any sort of rival. he’s already declared you as his mate so he believes he’s well within his rights to try and tear this guy to bits. puptarus teeth are no joke!! if he got close enough, he could shred this guy in a couple of bites. keep him in his kennel and he’s growling and shouting to be let out, clawing at the grates desperately to just kill this man who thinks he can take you away. no amount of reassuring can quell his need to dispose of him. certainly don’t cheap out on his kennel if you want to keep him safe, puptaru is strong and can bust anything sloppily made open if he tries hard enough.

gets a raging boner thinking about breeding you next to a rivals corpse. it’s like… a posthumous ‘fuck you’ to whomsoever it is; a true mark of mutual ownership. lets be honest, he owns you just as much as you own him. only difference is he’s wearing a collar but sometimes he thinks about getting you one too. yknow, just to really drive the message home.

[doyouremem8erme]

Heyy this is @agalychnisspranneusroseus I saw your tags on that storyboard of the sashanne divorce swordfight and YES it's striking how Sasha doesn't attack ONCE. At least during those first shots, iirc she did swing her sword once or twice later but that fight as a whole is Anne attacking and Sasha always on the defense trying to stop her without hurting her. See how she grabs both her swords with one hand and uses the other to grab Anne, keeping the weapons away from her face. WHICH REMINDS ME -> Anne has always been much more brutal with Sasha than Sasha's been with her in their swordfights. Like in both cases it's understandable lmao but I still can't stop thinking about how Anne left Sasha with a very noticeable scar on her face and Sasha deliberately kept her swords away from her face as to not hurt her. Because she loves her. Because she doesn't want to scar her 😭 Anne is trying to actually kill her out of pure rage and she's just thinking about how to stop her without hurting her.

honestly tho theres such a difference between their two swordfights bc in reunion anne is really on the defensive almost the whole time

sasha makes the first move and anne only raises her sword to protect sprig

like especially in the first parts of it sure shes pissed off as hell at sasha but shes mostly like. hold on are we seriously doing this gladiator style.

like look at her face when grime annouces the trial by combat. she doesnt want to fight her!

and meanwhile sasha is the one who makes the first move and runs at her and anne is like oh SHIT i gotta not get stabbed to death that isnt supposed happen to anyone until next season finale!

like you can tell just from their stances here. anne is just trying to defend herself and the frogs but sasha has been living this toad life for months now and has gotten wayyy into the warlord teen lifestyle. even tho shes super pissed in some of these scenes every time sasha tries to land an actual hit shes super shocked and betrayed looking.

this is her bestie who she was so excited to reunite with! how did things go so wrong?

but sasha being so so willing to resort to violence against anne and the plantars is too much for anne and shes like ok fine. were doing this. and she pushes sasha back and disarms her but scars her in doing so.

i wouldnt say anne is more brutal overall in this fight because like. sasha was the one trying to kill her frog family and actively trying to win this literal battle with literal swords this whole time! and sasha almost won but anne stood up to her at that last moment.

honestly they shouldve both been hurt in this fight but a disney show isnt gonna show cuts and scars unless theyre plot relevant. matt braly had to FIGHT for darcy to get the cut on its face in all in and made the blood green as a compromise. i see it as more symbolic than anything i guess? like any of those other moves couldve left scars--annes aiming for sashas weapons anyways and slashes her face at the same time bc of the angle--and it serves as a reminder of who sasha is now and what happened between them.

true colors though. true colors is where things are different.

anne has finally given up on sasha being her friend. she gave her a second chance and she still betrayed her. just like last time shes been put in a situation of sashas making where the only way out seems to be violence. theres something to be said abt what happens when you put these kids in a war environment and give them swords and then tell them to work out their feelings. the soldiers surround you and you both have sharp deadly weapons...what choice do you have? every sign is pointing towards doing what you need to survive.

and so sasha tries to talk things out and anne just wont hear any of it. the toad army is already on their way! sasha betrayed her sasha is causing all of this she cannot let sasha get in her way

and for once! sasha is actually in the RIGHT! before sasha was doing some really terrible things and anne absolutely needed to stand up to her. but sasha wants to talk things out peacefully so they can work together to take down the king! she loves anne but also she doesnt NEED violence to win this. at least she SHOULDNT. she wants anne to be on her side! on the RIGHT side! she doesnt need her swords to do that!

but anne is in a place where she will not listen to anything sasha has to say because what reason does she have to trust her? shes proven time and again that shes a ruthlessly manipulative backstabber and will use that to get what she wants. shes put this entire kingdom at risk--full of newts she met and befriended and her own friends and allies in the castle--and she needs to be stopped at any cost.

man i dont even know where to finish all this with partly bc i cant fully get into anne and sashas heads there and also because i cant get true colors to load to get screenshots lol. its just such a moment from that episode that often gets overlooked for the calamity powers and stab scenes during the battle in the castle but... yeah i believe the storyboard artist actually confirmed that anne was intended to be actively going for sashas vitals there like damn

[slashthrashandcrash]

OOC: You know something I been wanting to ask because of your art of Entity GF and his daughter, what are your thoughts on The Entity? Like do you have your own version of how it looks, acts, eats all that jazz?

She is a bad bitch and I love her!! We love an eldritch horror that exists purely to feed on chaos and insanity and play with her little murder toys <3

I do have my own version of her that kinda fluctuates depending on my mood and like 0% canon accurate, but we're here for a good time not a long time so who cares lmao --

I think she can manifest a human form (or any kind of life form she's imitating), but there's not much use for it aside from physically existing so it's not really worth the effort to maintain. This is the form she can be summoned by, though, and while technically you could "kill" her it's more like an extension of her true self - it would hurt and piss her off but it'd be a long shot to fatally wounding her cosmic presence. She's sadistic but patient, she definitely plays favorites and is vindictive to anyone that steps out of line.

Another idea I use is her human form is actually more of a prolong possession; the setup being that she was a girl who was either used in a summoning ritual or accidentally botched her own attempt and ended up becoming a vessel for the Entity, giving it its first taste of fear and rage and revenge/bloodlust. Being bonded to a human connection is what allowed the Entity to slip into our metaphysical world. Since she herself was a failed sacrifice, it will use her to gather others to stay fed, causing her to grow more powerful alongside it and gradually losing her human appearance for more arachnid features. Of course, anything in her mind and soul that was once human has long been corrupted or devoured. Mostly.

As such, since the human is still the anchor/host, she's essentially become the "heart" of the Entity, in that if she is ever destroyed then the Entity will cease to be in this state (not dead, but weakened and forced out of this world). Because of that, her human form is closely guarded and unable to be reached, like a doll that's never taken out of the box or even shown in public. Wouldn't want anyone to get any ideas...especially when there's rumors going about of a very specific, very dangerous summoning ritual that could force her human form out. Naturally, she would still have all of the Entity's powers, so bringing her out and hardly half the battle won, even less because the ritual would require Survivors and Killers working together.

[doorrobloxstuff]

MAIN AU LORE - REVISED (PART ONE)

Alright, so, after some thinking. I’ve decided to blow up my old au and rework it :)

After all, it’s two years old and it’s lore has been kinda blown around in the wind. So, resetting everything.

I’m doing the ones I have lore for, as I don't have all the energy in the world anymore.

Important stuff:

Seek’s family + the other entities are trying to escape the hotel. Their family was sealed away by the guiding light nearly a couple thousand years ago.

The entire hotel was pissed off at humanity for destroying their old home, killing Seek’s mother (A-250.), Killing Depth, Some of Rush’s and Ambush’s children, permanently disabling Ambush, potentially killing Silence (they never found their body), and causing Greed to die from a grief induced heart attack.

The guiding light was an angelic being sent to stop them. It built the hotel entity and gave it life, she had no malice towards them, but they needed to be stopped.

It made their prison as humane and as comfortable/natural as possible. Intending for it to eventually return to earth and become their replacement home after their rage cooled and grief healed.

…But never made it inescapable until then, rip.

The other entities work for Grumble and company in various positions.

Jeff betrayed Grumbles and chose to side with the guiding light after seeing that its basically blinded with hate and was making a monster out of its son, Seek.

The upper hotel is the living quarters for the worker entities to stay in except they have their own large suites behind doors inaccessible to humans.

The lower floor is a busy multiplex of pipes and productivity. The pipes are meant to feed into Seek’s mass and get it to a powerful enough state to escape the hotel.

Entities names are actually quite long and complicated! A mixture of sound-words from entity language. The names we call them as are shortened versions or not accurate to their true name! They also have names chosen at the time of their birth, and names they choose. Those change very frequently.

So..let’s get to the hotel’s denizens, shall we?

- Canon characters + lore (in order of sort of importance) -

Grumble:

Grumbthinkle von tentacle:

The ring leader behind this whole operation

Pretty mean and grumpy to be honest. The human-translated name is very accurate.

Jeff’s brother, Seek’s uncle, parent to the giggles. Screech’s GREAT uncle.

Disowned and reverted to its natal name after what happened with Jefftholomew. Wants nothing to do with him.

Imagine a pot of pure, unadulterated rage and grumpiness and resentment and spite and every other negative emotion stewing in a pot. Behold, GRUMBLE.

The boss man :tm:

Okay okay headcanons now.

..and also perhaps with a smidge of sorrow.

Aro Ace :)

Brilliant at engineering and construction. Built a labyrinthine network of pipes and mines to try and get more resources.

May have..once taught humans how to build aqueducts.

Also really, really likes gardening.

What can I say? It’s really good at digging with those tentacles.

Its favorites are gardenias.

Eyes loves it lmao those two have entire cork boards dedicated to their plants and what they want to plant this “season”. (Sunlight is rare in the hotel dimension.)

Would probably be caught dead with a garden trowel in its hands singing in the worst goddamn voice you have ever heard.

Really close to its nespring, Seek..though..it also may see it as a tool necessary for it and the others to escape and take their revenge.

Often lazes about in its nest when it exhausted itself from working on pumping raw ore and metal into Seek’s mass.

Does give a flying fuck about its underlings..but its number one priority during work hours is GETTING OUT and its second one is GETTING REVENGE.

So..certain things have..flown under its radar.

Adores its children the giggles and often cajoles them + the hotel’s children with tales of its inventions and adventures long past.

Loves to read to them in its deep voice.

It’s nickname is grumby :)

Its stories are long and complicated, sometimes hard to follow but very entertaining if you manage to stick along for the ride.

It frequently dreams of home..sometimes of a certain someone to.

Seek:

Grumble's Nespring (nonbinary term for neice/nephew), Parent of Screech, Snare + one more.

Married to Figure. <3

Twins w/hide

Still the spiteful little british guy I want to write more of, just huge(r)

Built like something out of vita carnis, think the harvesters with tendrils that suck the everliving shit out your blood and liquidify your organs in an agonizing display of unnatural brutality.

..a bit..err, peeved with the fact that its uncle pretty much is using it to get their way out, sometimes forgetting the fact that Seek is not, just an object for him to use in its escape plans.

Veeeerrryyy particular in the placement of it’s mass.

Hates how much its grown, almost to near dysmorphic levels.

*GRITS ITS NON-EXISTENT TEETH* “I JUST..WANT..TO..LEAVE.”

Sick of it all, not gonna lie.

Figure is it's rock and sanity.

No more winemaking rip. But still loves drinking wine and will often be seen sharing a sip or two on a romantic night out with Figure.

Still wears its suits. Still does the fancy thing.

Screech:

Mischievous lil guy

Plays with the giggles.

Has a more humanoid form, just doesn’t take it.

Is growing quite strong mass wise (see what’s in the nest lol), but Seek FORBIDS grumbles from getting children involved in its plan.

Grumbles concedes, because it kind of agrees, but also because Seek could turn it into an albinistic stain on the wall.

Screech still loves to listen to its to it’s auncle’s stories.

Eyes:

Extremely anxious sometimes to the point of near-neuroticism.

Talks like this this! This! Meant to be disconcerting! disconcerting and all over place! Place.

(There will be translations so people with screen readers can still read! )

Sometimes feels ignored, despite being older then Hide and Seek combined.

Secretly heartbroken about it, but doesn’t say a thing..but they’re boiling over..ohhhh they’re boiling over.

Their emotions are a complicated and LOUD mess.

Besties w/halt they both yap.

Misses their father. Sometimes visits him when they..gets really bad.

Teleports around when their thoughts are everywhere and they want to talk.

Can be dignified..when they want to be.

Don’t look at me! DON’T STOP LOOKING AT ME! Don’t look at m- PICK A LANE GODDAMNIT IT.

Dating Jack, it’s casual and going steady tbh.

Kinda frowned upon that they’re doing so because Jack used to date hide and that was cringe for all involved.

Kinda just is around, likes to cook :) Chef eyes.

Do not bother them in the kitchen they will scream and go crazy.

Giggles + (older giggles/big giggles)

There’s a 100 of them.

Four large ones, and a bunch of increasingly smaller ones.

The four older ones were alive when the hotel collapsed.

Three of them are getting very. very. Tired.

The forth is uhhh..complex.

I’ll do “fourth x reader” fics with the fourth fully grown adult giggle I just want don’t want the aromantic grumble (their father) in any romantic fics lol.

That’s my compromise to you so you do get find romance with one of the nest entities

The four large ones meet every night.

Hide:

Twins w/Seek

Dating Glitch.

COULD be as strong as Seek, but would never even consider increasing its own mass after what happened with Seek.

Extremely close w/Seek

Much more reclusive.

Afraid of its uncle and hates what he’s doing.

light-based in mass that can become much more gooey when distressed or nervous.

Sometimes looks like a weird abstract painting.

Also grieving its home and mother.

Loves to paint.

Used to a lot of paintings of their old home, which tend to be misinterpreted horrifically by Grumble and would further its resolve and/or be used as an example. So, it stopped painting that.

Instead it’s gotten a bit more..secretive about what the meaning behind the paintings it makes are..some are more obvious then others. (Nudges the paintings of shadow/depth.)

The paintings are mostly used to jab at grumble/show better futures without going through his insane ass plan.

Those who truly know and are be to interpret them correctly and figure out their meaning are their friends lol.

It’s sort of its little artistic rebellion against Grumble.

It may ;) have painted ;) a few ;) familiar friends. ;)

Jeff:

Seek’s and hide’s + eyes dad lol

A couple of thousand years old, created alongside his sibling, Grumble.

Used to live at the bottom of the ocean with him before both of the siblings chose to travel the world in search of a home entity.

It took them awhile, those two going on many adventures, finding treasure, fighting other entities, discovering fascinating creatures, meeting friends along the way (some of whom joined them), procuring knowledge.ect

Whole ass dnd campaign with those two.

Jeff gained a deep understanding of humans and respect for them. Viewing them as friends and kin while Grumby kind of just- 🤷

They eventually, did find a home entity. One large enough to house them and their friends.

They all moved in and it was a very happy life for awhile. :)

Found a wife. Had Eyes and later Seek and Hide with her.

Then well..

The humans came.

Centuries later he still doesn’t hate them.

Betrayed grumbs and worked with the guiding light to use his knowledge of the archaic and magical and help Guide create the crucifixes.

Was disowned and is now violently hunted alongside Dread and El-Goblino so they will stop murdering humans.

He also managed to place a spell upon his shop so it’s always concealed.

A bit of a silly guy, loves to play coy.

He’s good at drawing magic runes and ancient languages but utter dogshit when it comes to writing in english.

The money (knobs) is magic too.

Help how do I describe him, goddess of everything else vibes.

Is extremely depressed on the inside though, but DARES not to show it.

Is hurt that Grumbles has pretty much turned his entire family against him and (to him) very few actually see that what he’s doing is insane.

More furious then hurt that he’s using SEEK of all entities.

Glad to have to have Dread, Hide, Gobby and Guide so he’s not too early.

He’s also dating dread lol

Dread:

Toad entity :)

Has pores in his skin and poison in his blood that is extremely deadly.

He can also squirt it in your face.

Also Jeff’s personal spy and pair of eyes.

NO ONE has a clue that he's working with Jeff and except those who are close to Jeff.

Kind of just stands there and pretends to take little naps while secretly spying on others casually.

He's very friendly, so if someone comes up to him while he's listening to others he'll just go about chatting with them.

He also bakes pastries and cooks with Eyes.

Rush and Ambush trust him a lot! He's one of their buddies :)

Him and Bushy are both aquatic entities :)

Tries his best NOT to hurt humans, but given he's older and disabled (Post-traumatic stress disorder + missing an eye.) usually, the other entities will hunt any humans for him so, it's not much of an issue.

However, if a human being IS in his proximity, he is expected and obligated to try and kill them as to not blow his cover.

He prays this will never come to fruition. ^

He's not expected to participate in any active hunts!!

He's the one he least expect.

Overall very well trusted by the hotel's denizens.

Considered one of the hotel's best singers (though to humans he just sounds like a toad)

Yea get that old man.

El-Goblino

Pretty much the same as canon.

Just fluffy :)

Outcasted from the hotel AND separated from his wife after what happened with the humans.

Just happy to be here.

The lovely pair of speeding soulmates. + everybody else I actively have the energy to write about.

Rush:

Married to Ambush! <3

They have had many litters and raised many children over the centuries, but the notable ones are the rooms entities and the Sally + Dupe (who are twins.)

Bonded pair do not separate.

One of Grumble's most violent and ardent supporters.

Still very, very mad about what happened.

Doesn't mean it like it very much, though......Grumbles is very grumpy and disgruntled alot of the time.

Ambush's better half.

Both work as miners/line workers. Whatever is the necessity for the day, but Rush primarily works with the handling of larger ore chunks due to it's strength.

Constantly exhausted and very achey.

Very touchy around the topic of humans, dislikes their situation being discussed. Will get into violent arguments with those it disagrees with, sometimes ending in minor fights that Ambush has to drag it away from.

Hangs out with Blitz sometimes, but doesn't talk a lot, (esp since the backdoor entities are scheming against Grumble).

Flirts w/Ambush while they work. It's like those two are still dating.

Still loves to knit, sometimes does it when its worried.

Ambush:

Bonded pair do not separate

Permanently disabled, it's jaw was twisted in such a way that it could never heal and is in constant pain because of that.

Some days are better then most, but sometimes It's left in bed twitching in pain.

Also super loyal to Grumble, even if the guy can be..mmm..

Smokes a lot to help cope with the pain, and unfortunately is very depressed after losing its sibling and some of its children.

Very tired...just.. very tired.

Is on the verge of quitting working, but doesn't.

Those weird ass flies:

Just a prey item the entities will gobble on

Kind of like flying popcorn chicken to them

Rush and Ambush both love catching them and frying them.

They’re very territorial and will kill someone and then suck their blood.

Flying evil parasitic popcorn

Y/N:

You! That’s right, you’re canon to this au! (Sort of.)

You’re a bit subjective, but depending on your POV, you can get a lot done learning about the lore of this au :)

sorry guys i am very tired, i'll finish the rest later.

[totaleclipse573]

hey have you ever thought about what the other guardians wouldve been like if any of them had been corrupted instead of doleon

Oh. Oh TOO often.

Allow me to introduce you to the strange brainrot I’ve been having. AT LAST AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT IT. Rant ahead. I warned you.

AKMAD. Listen. Spending his entire life enforcing the rules, being the “stubborn and stern” one at all times, never once daring to question why they couldn’t do more with the shards, step out of any boundaries or try anything new. He just followed. Did what he was told. One day for SOME reason he decides to try it…oh. That doesn’t feel bad at all.

It’s weird to his brothers, the way he slowly started to loosen up. Do whatever you want lmao it’s fine!! Nothing bad actually happens! It was all a lie!! He’s feeling so so normal about that!! Chaos ensues, specifically with the more reckless brothers like Ragnar, Lorcan and Doleon. It’s all well and good aside from that. Yk. Despite Akmad possibly spiraling. Soon after something feels…different. If one of the shards and their energy makes him feel good…feel powerful…what could all seven do? All he had were these dumb light powers he didn’t know what to do with…nothing has meaning anymore anyway! Not anything he would’ve previously thought! So why not try it?? Except…they were all connected to them. Wasting them.

He’d make a far better fit to hold all that power. He knows he would. They know he would. He should have it all to himself. He could do better. He could reject order and rules. He could be free.

I have to wonder, would the survivor of the eventual situation change? Kieran wasn’t killed because Doleon hesitated. Resisted, if you will. Because that was the one most important to him.

I can’t exactly see Erebus getting corrupted, he’d more than likely be able to see the consequences beforehand and not even try it. BUT. If somehow, he were, he’d be TERRIFYING. YOU GET WHAT I MEAN?? Unable to be stopped because he KNOWS what will be attempted. Able to plan way before. Goodness. Villain with foresight, maybe even one he’s now allowed to control. BAD IDEA (good idea it’s a bad evening for EVERYONE.) He’d be an “eerily calm until provoked and he just snaps entirely” type villain if that makes sense

Orpheus………

he’s just a big little guy I can’t do that to him 😭😭 I COULD see him getting overly curious though. Yet he’d be cautious at the same time soooo…this is a complicated one to answer tbh! If it DID somehow happen though I think it would scare him the most. Trying to ignore the sounds in his head by hanging out and being silly with his brothers like he always is!! Wanna play fight? :D

Someone gets hurt. He knows sometimes it would result in accidental pain if he wasn’t careful due to his strength but…he seriously hurt his brother. Did he break something?? It wasn’t an accident. He didn’t mean to! But it wasn’t an accident…? It felt like he had just…blacked out! He doesn’t understand! He never had the intention! He just doesn’t want to hurt anyone else!!

It’s hard to self isolate in The Dome. But when things happen, Orpheus tries it anyway. He knows it can’t last long.

Ragnar. Oh he’d work out of SPITE. FUELED BY PURE RAGE HATRED AND ALL THOSE OTHER LOVELY NEGATIVE EMOTIONS. Which of course makes things soooo much worse for him specifically in the long run. Since shard energy loves negative emotion and Ragnar tends to have a lot of trouble controlling it. Maybe that blind anger was what led him to the shard energy. No Akmad what do you MEAN we’re stuck here for all eternity?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CANT CHANGE IT AT ALL?? WE DIDN’T GET TO CHOOSE THIS LIFE! THATS NOT FAIR. THATS NOT FAIR!!

Lorcan…he was pretty close in terms of overloading on shard energy. It wasn’t as much as Doleon, but he still overdid it sometimes, for the sake of having fun with his cool speedy powers! Except, he knew when to stop. Despite not being the brightest, and not really liking it, he understood that when it hurt him, he needed to rest. Doleon didn’t. He kept going. He didn’t resist it.

So, really, it would be pretty easy to corrupt Lorcan in a hypothetical like this. Maybe it’s his recklessness finally getting the better of him, maybe it’s his more caring side in the midst of a situation, but something intense is what pushes him over the limit. And now he can’t go back. But it’s not even bad!! He feels more energized than ever! So what’s even the big problem, really? He never did like rules anyway, it was all just a bunch of lies…

…Oh no. What did he do. Why did he do that. Why would he do that. How. He doesn’t even remember. What’s happening.

AND KIERAN. GOD. Im imagining a…role swap of sorts? Kind of? Not personality, not appearance, not even their roles as guardians. Just their fates. Between him and Doleon. I imagine Kieran’s main motivation would be the fact that he seems mostly powerless. Mostly useless. He thinks about that a lot…Doleon assures him he is 100% not useless. He just…hasn’t found the right way to harness his powers yet. He will one day! His big bro is sure of it!!

He hears whispers…of how he could have all the power he could ever dream of. How he could truly become something. Doesn’t he want even a liiittle taste of that? It’s so simple too! Dangerous? Now how do you know that? Has anyone tried it before? No, they haven’t. So how would they know?? Just one time..

For the events after, just reverse Kieran and Doleon. Kieran asks Doleon to help him get the other shards from where their brothers protect them. Doleon’s like ooooh okay! I mean if you’re sure it won’t do anything…look at you, all confident! He’s proud! Of course he’ll help! It sounds like it could be fun anyway!

Time passes. Kieran kills his brothers. He can’t kill Doleon though. Doleon lives. At least for now.

Should I make AU’s out of any of these. Anyone want to add onto any of these in some way? Please do if you have ideas I’m very invested in this (/nf)

[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

blood and bones pt. 2

Summary: based on a request: Y/n saves Larissa from the Hyde, nearly dies in the process, and Larissa helps pull you back from the brink of death.

This is the version of werewolf Reader will be taking on. Enjoy!

Word count: 3,168 (a lot longer than pt. 1, I know, lmao)

Rating: 16+, talk of blood, gore, mangled bodies, and near-death experience

You could feel it consuming you, the pure unhinged desire for blood and flesh; nails ripping skin and teeth slashing through arteries and veins. Thornhill’s blood ran hot over your skin, coloring you and the room red while it filled your nose with a tantalizing, bitter copper smell. “Mmmm,” you growled out in pure ecstasy, head thrown back in murderous desire.

Your head was clouded with blood, bones, and death, a deadly, cruel concoction to induce the monster you know you are. Still in your human form, with blood and flesh painting your skin, black claws dripping red, and a sadistic smile marking your face—you were a gruesome sight for sore eyes.

A howl not of your own species echoing in the distance caught your ears. Your eyes flashed open, glowing yellow in the darkness, and you listened minutely as it steadily grew closer towards the Academy. The Hyde. The haze of feasting and killing left your mind instantly as images of the monster harming, destroying— completely annihilating your family flickered before your vision. A growl of rage and pain erupted from your chest, and you abandoned the bloody room, thinking, Like hell, I'll give that boy a chance to try.

Bursting from the doors, you entered the cold, deafening silence of the hallway. By then, everyone had evacuated to the underground library. While Larissa was busy shuffling students down the stairs, you listened in calculation at the sound of the Hyde stalking through the woods and towards the entrance. Your head tilted back, and you let the sounds and smells of the air enter through your ears and nose. Breathing deeply and slowly, you focused on the monster’s movements, smelling the copper and stench of death in the air.

It wasn't far away, almost near the gates– no… it's closer. You stepped out into the middle of the hallway and let your senses take over and surround you with the sounds and smells of the earth. The sound of leaves falling from trees, swirling on the ground, crunching underneath its paws. The dirt giving under its weight, the hair on its back ruffling in the wind. You could smell the distinctly human blood—old and new—clinging to its skin, the deep breathing, the low, menacing growls of never-ending hunger bellowing up from its stomach and chest. Reaching out your senses, you could hear the grating of a gate next to its heartbeat, rain on concrete, paws slapping wet pavement—IT'S HERE.

Your eyes flew open, and immediately you raced to the foyer, a mantra of get there before it does, get there before it does, playing on a loop in your head. Turning the corner, your blood ran cold, and your eyes widened in fear at seeing a certain tall blonde searching the corridor for you. Your eyes moved past her and settled on the Hyde creeping past the fountain outside the front door.

Three heads turned at once while three types of screams rang out. Larissa saw the Hyde and turned to you, screaming your name while you looked at the monster and saw it zero in on her. Your legs pumped, sprinting you through the corridor before you jumped and shifted midair into your werewolf form. Clad in all black fur and yellow eyes, your inhuman form barreled through the long hallway, the muscles in your legs instantly burning over time while your brain and heart worked to fuel you with adrenaline. Your vision narrowed in on the monster as it raced toward Larissa with a ferocity you had never seen before. It was a race to the death, one you were bound and determined to win for the sake of her life.

The Hyde growled in ravenous temptation, and you let a roar burst from you in protective defense for the love of your life. You pushed your body faster beyond any speed you have ever obtained, with the image of Larissa’s sweet yet terrified face motivating you. The wind blew past you, urging your muscles to pump faster and gravity began shifting with your speed, making you fly through the entryway. As your form became a powerhouse of blood and bones speeding towards death, you let the adrenaline overtake your mind and made peace with your quickly encroaching death. As your front paws pressed the ground one last time, in a millisecond, you added more weight and sprung upward. You propelled your body into a jump, soaring over Larissa’s crouching body and straight into the devil’s maw.

She screamed, but it vaguely reached your ears as they rang with your heartbeat and two animalistic growls of outrage. Your body collided with the Hyde’s—muscles and bones slamming with a deafening thunder. Your body rolled with the monster, and it was a fight to the death. Abnormally long claws slashed your body as you clamped down on its neck. Your back feet ripped open its stomach as the Hyde tore into your back. Blood on blood, teeth on teeth, claws on claws, you snapped, ripped, and pulled the skin from the monster’s body as it made ribbons of red in yours. Together you became a gory, monstrous display of strength, power, and destruction rolling through the quad and knocking down everything in your wake. The fountain exploded into bits of concrete as the Hyde flung you from its body and straight through the display. You rolled your bloody body back onto your feet and barreled toward the monster with renewed rage. Faking a pounce, you tricked the beast into jumping over you, and as you slid under it, you latched your jaws onto its ribs and shook your head violently. It howled in pain and clawed viciously into your neck, back, and legs. You swung it by your mouth into the side of the wall, cracking the concrete. The Hyde—beaten, broken, and bloody—shakily stood up, rumble falling off its back, and heaved out strangled breaths while glaring at you warily. It had underestimated you and now was paying heavily for it.

While Larissa watched with bated breath and crying eyes from the shadows, you—despite the rivulets of bloody gashes on your body—stalked threateningly towards the monster, intent on ending this killing game. Seeing your movements, it matched you, limping step for step with long claws scraping the crumbled ground. Growls rumbled from your jaw, and you licked the blood off your teeth in anticipation. Thunder exploded across the raining sky, and together you raced toward each other and collided one last time. You turned your body with the momentum, swiveled to its back, and reached around to clamp your mouth down on its neck. Using your legs, you latched your body to the Hyde with your front paws coming around to dig into its chest and your back ones pushing into the skin on its back. The monster howled as you made fresh cuts with your claws, and the sound reverberated through your throat as you cut off its oxygen. In desperation for its life, the Hyde clawed at your limbs, face, and body, splitting muscle from bone. It slammed its back against the wall, and you howled in pain but let your jaw become locked on its neck and tighten your grip. As the monster gasped for air, it ran through the quad, throwing itself at any surface in an attempt to free its throat from your teeth.

Larissa cried as she watched your body become crushed over and over while you remained strong in your will to save her and the students. The rain was pouring down, and lightning lashed the sky, lighting up yours and the Hyde’s bloody, entangled bodies. Life and death were careening together on a cliff, and as the monster sent both of you flying into the wall again, you closed your eyes and sunk your teeth in deeper. The Hyde let out a booming, choked scream of agony and fell onto its back in everlasting death. You released your jaw and saw the dark sky above you as your head fell back onto the wet pavement.

“Y/n!!” Larissa screamed into the rain and raced toward your dying form. Falling beside two monsters, she pushed the dead Hyde off of you with a grunt and shuddered in fear at finally seeing the bloody massacre that was you. Larissa watched the bones in your body contort on instinct, muscles contract and shrink back into place, and fur reform into human skin. A cry of pain erupted from your bloody lips, and a sob of profound sadness fell from Larissa as she gently pulled your broken, nude body into her arms. She softly, with a shaking hand, pushed the wet hair out of your face and cupped your face.

Crying in the rain and soaked to the marrow, she pleaded with you to keep your eyes open just a little longer. “Hold on, darling, hold on,” she whispered against your wet forehead. Larissa stood with you in her arms and carried you to her office. Slowly she lowered you onto her chiffon couch and grabbed a blanket off the back to cover your battered body. Shakily she kissed your forehead, whispering, “I'll be right back. Don't you dare close your eyes on me, okay?”

Not waiting for a response, she hurried to her in-suite bathroom and grabbed every single first-aid object she could find. With arms filled with medical supplies, she fell to the floor in front of you and cursed panickedly at seeing your shut eyelids. Her eyes glanced at the blanket quickly soaking with your blood and began chanting no, no, no, no as she set about stitching and bandaging your body. She knew your werewolf abilities came with enhanced healing, but that could only do so much with the amount of blood loss you sustained.

Grim and heartbreaking thoughts of your death swirled in her mind as she listened to your shallow breathing. Meanwhile, silent tears continuously fell from her eyes as she pulled the needle through your bloody skin pinched between her fingers. Time slowed with your labored breaths, and Larissa’s body remained tight with tension as she tried to pull you back from death.

**

You didn't understand where you were or how you got there. One second you were clamping down on the Hyde’s throat in furious desperation to kill it and save Larissa, and the next, you fell into blinding pain and darkness. You felt cold all over and remember feeling your bones snap, and muscles contract under the rain as you shifted back into your human form. Blurrily, you remember seeing a white figure and feeling soft hands; someone spoke to you repeatedly, but you cannot recall their words.

Time held you suspended, and the darkness blanketed you in soft silence. A heavy weight pressed down on you like a thick fog of exhaustion and pain. You didn't realize you were dying until it was upon you, and the pain was long gone. Wherever you were, there was no air, no wind, no smell, no feeling—it was vast, abysmal emptiness. Larissa was gone, there was no light, and terror crept its cold hands up your back and ensnared your heart. Under a layer of fresh panic, rationality escaped you, and your breathing became frantic as you searched the darkness for anything. You couldn't feel your hands, body, or face, and you were just about ready to scream when you saw a light.

It grew a warm red color, and as you realized it was the light behind your eyelids, you felt tingling pinpricks pierce your mind, and then your body as a sense of feeling came back to you. Pain, beautiful pain, erupted in red hot, firey trails along your body. You almost cried out in thanks because anything was better than the lonely, overwhelming, overpowering, silent darkness you were under.

You felt hands moving over your body, pressing the last few bandages onto your stitched-up wounds, and a shadow shifted in the light behind your eyes. As your hearing came back, you heard quiet sniffling, and your heart broke immediately, knowing precisely who those cries belonged to. You wanted– needed to see her, hold her, kiss her, and tell her it's okay, that you're fine and reaching for her if only she would turn to look. Fatigue weighed you down, and it took every ounce of minuscule strength you had left to open your eyes a sliver.

You saw, through your blurry vision, Larissa putting supplies away into a box with her back turned to you. Her shoulders were shaking from the cries raking through her body, and your heart split even more for her because you never wanted to be the source of her pain. Your face contorted in agony for the woman that holds your heart, and slowly you pushed the muscles in your hand to work because, goddamnit, she needed you. Inch by inch, you twitched your hand till you could feel enough movement go up your arm and reached across the couch to gently, barely graze your fingers against her back.

Larissa, through her tears, blurrily put the gauze, medical tape, needles, stitches, and other supplies back into the box. As she shakily closed the lid, she felt something—the tiniest pressure imaginable—lightly touch the back of her dress. Her breath hitched, and with wide eyes, she whirled around to find you awake and reaching out for her with all the strength you had.

Gasping out a sob of relief, she moved to you and cupped your bruised and bandaged face, and laid her forehead against yours. New tears dropped onto your cheeks, and she cried above you, finally letting her body relax because you were okay and alive. You wrapped your hands around her neck and breathed a shaky sigh because the worst was over, thank god.

Larissa looked over your face before settling her tear-filled eyes on yours and nearly choked out another sob because it had been hours since she had seen them. She had thought those moments would be the last and was nowhere near ready to let you go just when she started falling in love with you.

Softly you whispered tiredly, “Hi.” A semblance of a smile graced your lips.

Larissa chuckled, and a watery smile bloomed on her face as she gently leaned down to kiss you. “Hello, my darling,” she said against your lips. Remnants of fear and grief returned, and Larissa’s face crumbles in pain for you. “I almost lost you back there.”

You frown at seeing her in so much hurt and wipe her tears with your blood-stained fingers. “I know, but I couldn't let the Hyde get to you.” Your eyes close at the idea of you being too late, and a shudder runs through your body. “I couldn't– still cannot even fathom the idea of you dying, Larissa. I-I cannot handle it, losing the love of my life.”

Larissa’s breath hitches at your last words, and her eyes fill with new tears of a different kind. “Y-you love me?” She whispers, afraid of speaking any louder lest it pushes you to take it back. She never imagined you falling for her. Everyone has always had a critique to level against her, something to turn them off or a bargain to strike with her because of her ability. Every person she's ever met who might even slightly hold romantic feelings for her has always wanted something from her she couldn't give. And here you were, bloodied and nearly slashed to pieces after jumping in front of death for her and almost dying in the process.

“Yes,” you breathe out with intensity and gaze up at her with increasing wonder and adoration. “How could I not when you have become my entire world? Your passion for the students, your determination to make life better for outcasts, and your unwavering courage and strength in the face of constant bigotry and ignorant prejudice. Your intelligence, your humor, your beauty, your compassion—Larissa, it is like feeling the warmth of a thousand suns. You are the light of a thousand stars, complete perfection and fire, and all I can hope is to bask in your warmth, in your glow, if you'll have me.”

Her hand covers her mouth as more sobs escape because your words are making her feel things she has not experienced in years while your eyes are holding more love for her than anyone has ever done. A complete wonder for your existence grabs hold of her mind. In all her years, Larissa has never met anyone who could hold a candle to your passion, strength, kindness, or beauty. The moment she saw you, curiosity and something she dared not name followed all thoughts she had of you. You were a mystery, a beautiful enigma to her, and Larissa surprised herself at feeling more adoration and longing for your presence with each passing day. Your intellect and intense presence reignited a burning feeling she didn't know she was missing. Your balance of power and benevolence stole the breath from her lungs while one glance at your face had her reaching for you before her mind couldn't form the thought.

A wide smile blossoms on her face, and her eyes look down at you like you are the epitome of art itself. “Y/n, my love, I've wanted you from the very second you waltzed in here for the teaching position.” She grazes her hands over your cheeks and down your lips with a softness you are unaccustomed to as if you were made of glass and she cannot bear shattering you. “I’ve loved you long before I realized it, and watching you nearly tear yourself apart in the grip of a monster—all for me? I didn’t know a heart could bloom and break for love simultaneously.”

She leans down and kisses you, pressing every feeling, heartache, yearning, ounce of passion, love, and fear she’s felt for you into the touch of her lips against yours. Salty tears mingle in the kiss, and neither of you is sure who they belong to. Your hands tangle in her hair as hers glide down your shoulders and up your back to press you up against her.

Larissa pulls back, and as both of you warm under the glow of the fire, she whispers with flames dancing in her eyes, “I love you too, darling, more than any human can fathom, let alone describe.”

You smile underneath her and go to pull her back in before she stops you with a finger to your lips. “Wait. Just…before I begin thinking of an entire lifetime of blissful happiness with you, can you please keep the nearly dying moments to a minimum, dear?”

A giggle erupts from you because, of course, her first words right after “I love you” are “no more dying on me,” and you shake your head slowly in admiration and mirth. “I’ll think about it, honey; now, do me a favor and kiss me, please.”