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[salivathehero]

your all good bro

[lornaka]

Happy Holidays xoxo

[dostyaak]

Saw this photo on Twitter, thought "Which YTTD ship is this?", and did it, I don't even ship those two and yet I spend a lot of time drawing this

At least it was funny, so I'm satisfied

[cringefailvox]

“May I ask what you’re trying to make me do?” Alastor inquired politely. “Sing ‘Yankee Doodle’,” Vox said, not breaking eye contact. “Evidently it isn’t working.” “Oh, I think I almost felt something.” “Really?” Alastor blinked a few times, a little enamored with the burning afterimages of Vox’s glowing features impressed onto the backs of his eyelids. “Never mind. Just a bit of a headache from how long this exercise has been dragging on.”

or: what's a little hypnotism and under-negotiated d/s play between friends? :] written for vox switch week over on twitter, day 6: overstim + hypnosis, and inspired in large part by @scarletandcyan's hypnosis practice art that burrowed into my brain and made a home there. go check them out and show them some love!! <3

[hoonshouse]

Giving dom!jay a blowjob for the first time pls🥹

“go on, love. you wanted it so bad, so take it out.” you blink up at jay, nervous but wanting hands fumbling at the zipper of his jeans. jay stands there while you’re sunken on your knees before him, his demeanor toeing the line between patience and impatience. you manage to open his jeans, eyes sparkling when you see the way he’s straining against his boxers beneath—a perfect imprint of what’s waiting for you. you can’t help but reach out and form your hand along the length of him through the fabric, but he catches your wrist before you can have too much fun. “don’t tease, y/n.” you chew on your bottom lip and nod, hands peeling his boxers down until his cock is free from confinement. drool pools in your mouth at the size of him. you don’t imagine you’ll be able to take all of him inside your mouth, but fuck, you want to try. “open your mouth,” jay interrupts your thoughts and your brows furrow, but you do as your told. he takes hold of himself and steps forward just enough to be able to tap the head of his cock on your bottom lip. you whine at the action and his lips threaten a smirk that he lets die. “let me feel that tongue, pretty.” you don’t hesitate to snake your tongue out, swirling it around and over his tip, eyes fluttering already from how content you are to have him like this. he lets you sate yourself for a few moments, hand combing through your hair lovingly. then, “think you can handle it if i push myself between those pretty lips?” he poses it as a question but you know it’s more of an expectation. you nod, lashes batting sweetly. “please, jay. want you.” he hums, petting your hair in approval before he slowly thrusts his hips forward, inching his way inside your warm mouth. he only gives you a little at a time despite his urge to have himself fully sheathed inside your mouth and throat, shallowly pumping into you to see how much you can take. he hisses when you so naturally close your lips around his girth, your hands clutching at his strong thighs.

he’s so big that your former hypothesis was correct—there’s no way you’re going to be able to take all of him, at least not today. before jay is able to instruct you, your hand shoots up, working the shaft that you can’t fit into your mouth. “fuck,” he curses under his breath, proud of how you seem to instinctively know how to please him. jay lets himself get carried away, lost in the perfect cavern that is your mouth. he makes sure to keep your hair out of your face as he fucks into you, occasionally stopping only to tell you to take him yourself. jay’s muted grunts and groans are the only sound in the world and, suddenly, the only sound you want to hear for the rest of your life. you experiment with your tongue, finding that his body quakes when you dip your tongue into that leaky little slit. you do it again and again, hungry for that response from his body, until jay’s hand slides in the back of your hair, fisting it. “fuck, baby—wait.” you gasp, sucking down all the oxygen suddenly available to you as jay pulls you off his cock, eyes boring into yours seriously. “you’re gonna fucking make me cum like that, so i need you to tell me where you want it.” your mind floods with images of all the possibilities, but you already know that what you really want is to taste jay. like, really taste him. “mouth, please.” you say it so politely that jay curses, feeling more in love than ever. “okay, pretty girl. swallow for me.” jay eases himself back into your mouth, sighing in relief at being back where he belongs. it only takes about a minute of your tongue and his thrusting to tip jay over the edge, an extended groan leaving his body as he covers your tongue in his cum. his eyes are glued to you as he watches you start to swallow him down, carefully removing himself from your mouth so he doesn’t let a drop of his seed escape. you smile up at him and lick your lips, satisfied. he chuckles at how grateful you look even though he is the one that just came. he tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans and then squats down to your level, hand cupping your chin as he looks into your eyes with adoration in his. “did so good for me, hmm?”

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[foogriffy]

Being and Becoming

your transformation won't be easy or painless, but it will be beautiful

[keirawantstocry]

If you need ideas, I have a few.

Maybe canon divergence with fitpac date, with tubbo going with them, because they did asked him if he wanted to join them.

Or maybe something about post-prison, with them having to start over, and also having a talk about what happened in the last days, processing their emotions.

i love you so much i hope you know that xoxo

AU WHERE TUBBO DOES ACTUALLY GO ON THE FITPAC DATE WITH THEM 

Tubbo’s calamitous trains of thoughts came to a sudden stop when Fit spoke. “Come with you guys?” 

The guys in question were both standing in front of him now, dressed up for their date. Fit, in a fancy form fitting suit and Pac in a nice button up and slacks. Their expressions were mirrors of each other; earnestness and concern. 

“Seriously?” Tubbo asked, his voice cracking on the word against his will. 

Pac nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, Tubbo. We are, you know, family. You are always welcome.” 

Fit echoed his sentiment. “Yeah, Tubbo. You’re very welcome to come to the movies with us.” 

Tubbo blinked. “I mean I don’t want to bother.” 

“But it’s bothering you,” Pac pressed. “And it’s no bother to us so why not?” 

Tubbo felt suddenly guilty about the ender pearl and the plan he had to steal Pac away. “Okay.” That was it, he had decided. “Okay, I’ll come with you guys.” 

They both smiled brightly at him and Pac slung his arm around Tubbo as they set off. 

– 

Fit showered Pac in food and clothes and whatever he could ever want as soon as they got there and to be honest it didn’t stir a bit of jealousy in Tubbo. Pac handed off as much food as he could to Tubbo while they both laughed at Fit’s nervous antics. 

“He really likes you,” Tubbo whispered to Pac while Fit’s back was turned. 

Pac grinned. “He does.” To Tubbo’s surprise, Pac slipped his hand into Tubbo’s and squeezed. “Let’s go watch whatever movie he has planned for us, yeah?” 

The word us echoed over and over in his mind. “Yeah.” 

-

The movie was an old black and white one that had them all curled over laughing. Tubbo had been sure he would be gagging and rolling his eyes at how romantic they were being the whole time but to his surprise he seemed to fit in with them like a puzzle piece they didn’t know they were missing, Tubbo pressed into either of their sides at any moment. Laughing with them as they compared the animated creatures to other islanders. Teasing Fit with Pac when he accidently fell into his lap. Stumbling awkwardly through words in Portuguese with Fit as Pac howled with laughter at them.  It soothed his fears for a while. The promise and security of being with both of them. Maybe things would be okay. 

[ineff-ability]

love letter 💌.

some days feel like standing on the edge of a cliff,

yes, the wind is in my hair,

and yes the view is enough to snatch my breath away,

but all i can do is look down, and wonder how long it would take to fall.

however, where there is a cliff, there is also someone pulling me back. 

i don’t believe in soulmates anymore

but someone important once mentioned how everything in the universe was once space dust,

i think that our space dust always floated together. 

and even if this is the only universe in which that is so,

i am glad for this one. 

i am glad you exist in my life.

i may be able to count you all on my fingers, 

but who judges a sunset for only happening once a day? 

thank you. i love you. and i needn’t add any tags or any assurances that this is “only platonic”. 

who ever said that platonic wasn’t enough?

xx

[kiwowiwo]

Benjamin "Barbie" Pierce aka ultimate babygirl

[asfodelle]

Rictus (4228 words) by Asfodel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: He Tian/Mo Guanshan (19 Days) Characters: Mo Guanshan (19 Days), He Tian (19 Days) Additional Tags: Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Mo Guan Shan Feels a Lot, The Piercing Scene, Coda, Ch 431 Rewrite, Canon Compliant Summary: They don’t have to sit on a bed, naked knees pressing together to carry this through, but Guan Shan doesn’t move. He remains there, back stiff in apprehension yet slightly leaning into He Tian’s careful gaze, into his touch, hands curled to fists over his thighs. He Tian’s too big, he must have a gravitational pull, that must be why Guan Shan can’t fucking seem to keep him at arm’s length. It’s science.   Or a deeper dive into the piercing scene.

[kevindavidday]

i did it. i made a desi kevjean playlist.

[kazanskys-mitchell]

idk why i felt like posting this but here’s something for yall

the writing the writer

[27-royal-teas]

“Um, so, I guess we’re stuck, then?” Pete asks to nobody in particular, rubbing his neck anxiously. He’s holding his phone in his hand-- he had just called the fire department, who had told them that help was on the way and to stay in one place. Not that there’s anywhere to go-- they’re in an elevator, for fuck’s sake. Patrick’s soul boils with spite.

Or: patrick gets stuck with his work archnemesis in an elevator

[t1meslayer]

It's peanut butter jelly T1me!

... Alright, now @alchemicallymoon doesn't have to call the authorities.

You know the drill — go check out my latest Dungeon Meshi fanfic, "Peanut Butter & Jelly." Then click that button down below to read my completely overindulgent author's commentary!

Dungeon Meshi... Ah, Dungeon Meshi.

I wrote my first DunMeshi fic "Scrambled Eggs" when Trigger's anime was beginning to air. Maybe this was a silly idea given it's a post-canon event, thus alienating the people who might've been curious to join community spaces after watching the first couple of episodes. However, I read through everything before the anime started on the recommendation of friends (including my collaborating body of spiders @trybard) and fell deeply in love.

No joke, some things in that story changed my life at the exact moment I needed it. I couldn't hold myself back when it came to appeasing the DunMeshi faithful among us.

And hey... It worked out! "Scrambled Eggs" became my most successful fic of all time, sitting at over 250 Kudos as of this writing.

I can't judge any fanfiction.net metrics because that site doesn't even have a Dungeon Meshi tag... But that's a whole other story.

That Farcille story was not the only idea I had logged in my Notes app, but needless to say that success did encourage me to continue sooner rather than later.

... Perhaps a little bit later following self-imposed hiatuses for my poll-winning Stardew Valley fic "How You Get The Girl" and the first part of my ambitious Pokemon Scarlet and Violet fic "Fallout." But I have also been doing some Meshi writing for the Dungeon Meshi Cookbook Zine?

That brings us to "Peanut Butter & Jelly." I believe it's mandated by law that all DunMeshi stories are named after a relevant food item or monster within their narrative.

In this case, the titular sandwich was my inciting incident. I've recently found myself working retail for the first time, stocking shelves at a major brand store. One day I was pushing merchandise on the aisle with peanut butters and jellies and thought, "Senshi would make a killer PB&J."

My first developmental task was deciding what kind of monster could be cooked into the sandwich. One early source I came across was a blog for fantasy author Alex Maven, in particular the article "TENDING A GARDEN OF TERROR: A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO PLANT MONSTERS IN 5E DND." This introduced the vegepygmy:

I haven't played much Dungeons & Dragons outside a "Gaming in American History" class during college, so I can't say I'm an expert in the subject. But I gathered through Maven's site and fandom projects like the Forgotten Realms Wiki that vegepygmies are forest-dwelling, humanoid rot creatures created by exposure to Russet mold spores who tend to use basic tools such as slings. They can drop skins upon death, which Maven describes as an item that "looks like a furry patch of mold. It has not much use to leatherworkers but can prove to be really useful to alchemists, healers, and medicinal experts."

A few details were simplified for my fanfiction (let's call those "creative liberties" ala Ryoko Kui's unique takes on classic monsters), but the gist still felt right: forest creatures using a weapon that fires small projectiles.

What better projectiles to find in a forest than hard-shelled nuts?

I imagined something like walnuts, but the semantics don't really matter. For the most part this was set-dressing to write a story in which the main party gets to interact, unlike my isolated Farcille piece. That's where this became a "lost chapter" set prior to the discovery of Thistle's home on the Dungeon's bottom floor.

I channeled my best Ryoko Kui absurdist cover art for the featured image, though using digital collage. Originally I planned to use full color, but a fun idea came later to desaturate things for more accurate manga sensibilities:

For comparison

The impetus to write this piece when I did was two-fold. On one hand, I had time to kill during production on "Fallout," and it only felt right to do a bit of extra prep for another Dungeon Meshi zine application I've had my eyes on.

On the other hand, I became obsessed with DunMeshi's second ED for a good while. Especially this frame with Kabru's party, and the implication that Rin is constantly on the verge of wiping her entire team on accident:

Kabru fic one day.

Later I became obsessed with DunMeshi's second OP. Long-time fans may remember when I had matching levels of anime opening brain rot for my Jujutsu Kaisen Satosugu fic "Infinitesimal Distance."

Obsession, it turns out, can be good for creating silly art.

I tend to give myself a challenge for each fanfic to help further my craft. This time, the challenge was to capture these wonderful characters in a way that matches the rhythms of the original series. I pulled from the styles of a few older pieces to differentiate stages in what Alchemically put as the manga's "kill-cook-eat" formula:

The brief Laios battle uses a Falin flashback ala the manga's Living Armor arc. I used text formatting and alternate tense to separate this moment as in my Splatoon fic "Yesterday is But Today's Memory." ... Also the action is almost directly lifted from my friend's Stardew Valley OC Lotus fighting a skeleton in "Willow."

I used a bit of funky text placement with sub- and superscript formatting to convey motion with details like Izutsumi's yawn in the post-battle cooldown period, like my ScarVi fic "Paradiso."

Senshi's cooking segment is vaguely reminiscent of the recipe at the start of my Breath of the Wild fic "Recipe to Please a Princess." I used blockquotes to convey Senshi instructions as "narration," interspersed with character reactions and interplay.

Finally, I discovered that you can set a "Heading 3" HTML format over empty text to create double-lined dividers. Thought that would be a fun way to present the final ingredients list (sans nutritional information - I'm barely qualified enough to write a recipe without looking up guides on how to make peanut butter and how to make jam).

Speaking of that splash screen... We should talk about the stand-out part of this fic.

My drawing!

That's right, I draw now. Expect to see a lot more funky stuff.

I took a figure drawing class hosted by one of my friends recently, which coincided with seeing fics written by lovely folks like @flutefemme and @duelbraids that utilized custom artwork. Extra special shout-outs to duelbraid's "Splatsville Daily's Concert Review" for inspiring this artwork insertion via a whole Getty Images pastiche.

Incredibly cool idea!

Go follow them. I'm not asking.

For my sandwich art, I looked at references for braided challah and whole grain breads (since I figured that was more natural for the setting than a "Wonder Bread" look), and drew those overtop the shape of stacked slices using real-life bread reference. The knife and plate are also based partially on utensils I used for reference.

My backdrop is simple, meant to look like the plate is atop a transition point between patches of tall grass and worn pathing in the forest clearing within which our scene is set.

Creating a recipe title card ala banners in Dungeon Meshi's anime (used to great effect with bits such as the dragon meat bundles rolling past Senshi) and an ingredient list ala the manga came later.

However, I do think it's fun that the titles look imposed over the food, rather than blending too much into the background.

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Bonus content for those still reading along:

You can see me practicing bread on the opposite side of the page in this sketchbook. Plus, my "Fallout" teaser image is bleeding through.

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In terms of actual writing quirks I'll be brief. My favorite part of this piece is the smaller arguments and references throughout.

Laios and Falin's childhood village having no magic uses, which means no ice cream [ :( ]. This points to the negative reactions people had when Falin discovered her own magical aptitude.

The introduction of Laios' party ending with Izutsumi just being. Izutsumi. I'd draw later attention to an "Izutsumi thinks about herself" joke with some fun gender(tm), but this early moment was meant to convey my intentions for capturing DunMeshi style.

Yes, Laios talking about using mold powers to regenerate limbs is a reference to Resident Evil Village. No, I have not played most Resident Evil games.

Chilchuck's laughter being stylized as "nahaha" draws a connection to Izutsumi's similarly smarmy sense of humor. It's also a reference to how PokeMas wrote Rika during a story event around the time I was writing this. I feel like those characters sound similar!

Marcille does ritualistic morning hair care. IYKYK.

Izutsumi flies across the sky like a startled cat in an old cartoon.

Chilchuck is tired of everyone using his lockpicking set for odd jobs like mimic meat retrieval and walnut cracking.

Laios wants to get Namari some slings to inspect!! I just think they were really chill buds, actually. He'd probably get her hyperfixations, even if he doesn't get armor.

Marcille's holier-than-thou speech about assuming there's some sexism in Senshi's Scooby-Doo party division is cut off by Chilchuck digging into the idea of the Canaries existing at all. What are they, some kinda Suicide Squad?

Izutsumi is always hesitant about their food. Luckily, this is perhaps the least monster-filled meal yet - unless you're Laios, using leftover Changeling sauce that was meant to be an ointment. He's a freak like that.

Food opinions: Senshi likes crunchy peanut butter. Marcille cuts the crusts off her sandwiches.

I actually presented a poll to my beta reader wondering whether Chilchuck or Izutsumi would chuckle first at Marcille using the term "nut butter." Izutsumi won handily.

Most divorced dad definitely made his daughters sandwiches. That's, like, the one real divorced dad meal I'd expect.

For those in the know on events in the manga, Laios noticing some droppings on the floor is a pretty solid indication of what story beat the gang is approaching within the fiction...

Finally, I know one of peoples' favorite parts about "Scrambled Eggs" was the sheer amount of food-related descriptors. I'm not sure I had quite as deft a hand this time around since most of my energy went toward dialogue interplay, but hopefully you still got your money's worth!!

[valleynix]

I was looking back at the angsty posts and was reminded of Alcina getting a second chance in chp 8 😭😭 it made me think of if one of the sisters got a second chance instead.

Maybe bela somehow was able to go back right before she was killed and was confused at how normal reader looks and how they don’t know anything.

HMMM >:3

She doesn’t understand.

How could this have happened so quickly? How could they be completely fine during dinner and a beast by moonrise?

She’d found them in the library, wings out, hunched over and stumbling as though they were drunk. She wasn’t aware they even had a mutation - what were they? - but upon seeing it… Perhaps both she and her family had been wrong about this stranger and what they meant.

After urging Daniela to find their mother or someone to help them, the human she was growing attached to focused their attention on her, and the battle was bloody.

She hadn’t wanted to kill them, no. She knew what a frenzy looked like, how someone behaved when they had no control over their body, and part of her thought she could save them. All she needed was a distraction, but she underestimated how rabid of a cornered animal they really were.

Through her best efforts, she’d thrown them against bookshelves, sliced at them, dodged them enough so they stumbled into something else, torn out their eye… And yet, as though their body were nothing more than a machine in her uncle’s factory, they continued after her.

Bela knew her youngest sister wouldn’t want them hurt, not in an unrepairable way, but as the bells chimed in the castle’s highest tower, she knew something had to be done or none of them would make it through the night alive.

She could do nothing, however, except let her eyes drift closed. As she felt her body crumbling around her on the floor and that beast in her home stumble through the library’s door, she could do nothing but wait and beg.

A second chance was all she wanted. She knew she could do something, knew she could help them-

And when she reopened her eyes, she was in that same library, holding open a book in a clean room. The bookshelves were how they’d always been, the books themselves still neatly placed in order of genre, no blood or missing appendages…

“…think so,” the human mumbles, grumbling as they shift in a chair beside her. Their cup clatters as it’s placed against a small plate, and they wince as the sound hits her ears. “You don’t find it odd that the lord would abandon his name like that? All for someone he barely knew?”

What-

This doesn’t make sense. Wasn’t she just-

She was dying. It was no dream, no hallucination. She knows what she saw and what she felt, so how the hell-

“Maybe I just don’t know what that’s like. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to go through the marriage and keep his name-“

“What are you talking about?”

This was… She remembers this moment, though it was some time ago. She hadn’t meant for her words to come out that harshly, but… What was going on?

The human tilts their head to the side, brows furrowing. “We were… discussing the latest book you’d had me read, weren’t we? I thought…” They lean away from her a little, worry clear in their eyes and features. “Is everything all right?”

How could she lose that much time as if it were nothing? That doesn’t… She was just there-

“You were… Something was wrong.” She’s sure she must sound insane right now. “I was- Wasn’t I?”

Their confusion only grows as they shake their head, glancing all around. “You’re talking to me, aren’t you? I don’t understand.”

They look so… them. No blood on their face or anywhere around them, no wings, no… nothing.

Both golden eyes stare up at her after a moment, a single brow lifted with a question clear on their face. How is it that she lived through something so real, only to continue her life as if nothing had actually happened?

Doesn’t that mean she could prevent it? She could stop it from happening, stop the destruction they caused.

“You would… tell me if you were hiding something about your existence, wouldn’t you?”

Their head tilts to the side. “I would if I knew anything. Should I be worried about where this conversation is going?”

“No, no. I’m sorry, little one. You’ve done nothing wrong.” That doesn’t seem to calm their anxiety any. She tries to smile and pat their leg, but they flinch at her touch. “You’re in no danger, you know. I must have dozed off and had a nightmare, is all.”

But she remembers. She knows their conversations, their intimate moments, their care for one another. She knows their true laugh, the way their eyes glow brighter when they smile, and what to say to really fluster them.

She knows it all, every interaction until the moment she was dying. How did she…

The human raises their hand and places it on her forehead, determined. They hold it there for a moment as Bela’s eyes widen, completely flabbergasted.

They hum and lean back, a mischievous smile pulling on their lips. “Cold, as usual. Your body never gains warmth, does it?” She must have had a stern look on her face, as they avert their gaze and mumble, “Sorry, my lady.”

She snorts and shoves their head, her own worries easing. Despite her suspicions of them after that… They really didn’t know anything, did they? Whatever that was - whatever it meant… Hm.

They continue reading in silence, occasionally humming or gasping quietly, and she chuckles to herself in turn, watching and studying them. She memorizes their face, washing away that terrible image of them bloody and with only one eye left in their head.

After the maids clean up their little messes, she tells them, “You’re safe here. If you know something and you’re unsure what it means, I ask that you come to us and let us help you decipher it.”

They give her a nasty side eye, though she knows they mean it in a lighthearted way. “You’re awfully worried tonight, aren’t you?”

Right. There’s no way they remember any of that, not with how casual they’re speaking with her and acting. The fact they’re not panicking and wondering where their other eye was told her enough.

“I want to ensure you know you have a place here. We mean you no harm, and I hope you mean the same.”

They shrug and go back to their book, though it’s clear they’re not reading any of it. “I don’t think I could harm you if I tried. That sickle you always keep at your waist isn’t there for show.”

“No.” The silence between them rapidly becomes awkward. “But we don’t know what you are. We don’t know what could become of you, what lies within your body we’re unaware of. You could be an immense danger to all of us, kill us with ease.”

Good one.

“I don’t think so.” Their voice is quiet, and she watches as a small smile cause the corner of their lip to tick up. “You take such good care of me, despite hardly knowing me. It’s only fair I return the favor, hm?”

Her brows furrow. “In what way? We have everything we could ever need.”

They glance at her, their eyes drooping as their gaze flicks down her body and slowly back up. She feels her cheeks heat almost immediately as she coughs and turns her head away, some of her flies buzzing around her shoulders.

“Ah. I see your point.”

“I often make good ones.”

As she snorts with them and flicks their temple, that horrible image of them becomes vague in the back of her mind. She could fix things, could help them understand that her family would keep them safe however they could.

They’d gone against Mother Miranda, after all. What were a few more months of caring for this human?

She could simply never realize how quickly things would change for the worst.

[zmeydeva-arch]

⊹ ( @notodin ) CONTINUED FROM HERE . . .

          INSOMNIA IS A NEAR AND DEAR COMPANION ON THE ROAD.     perhaps it is all the nocturnal longings which she harbors but each sunset heralds in hours of unrest for the witch.    the rarity is this:    sharing her bed with another with little intention to flee from sheets come morning.    once she had indulged readily in cravings of the flesh;    it was a means to pass those sleepless nights and delivered her satisfied into a haze of content exhaustion.     yet now,    with the dragon so close,    wrapped tight around her heart she could not give herself over to compulsion.    FOR THAT WAS THE BEAST TALKING NOT THE WOMAN.     though it was certain those threads were not so separated now a mangled mess of serpent and human as one.    

         the winged creature reaches out with teeth first instead of skin on skin.     burgeoning fondness calls for a sampling of savors.    A TASTE OF WHAT THE ENCHANTRESS BEGAN TO COVET.    there is no way to cease the movement,    the proximity had filled her lungs with the aroma of wanting.    it is the first bite of fruit,    barely a mouthful of red and her limbs sing with release over the swelling flavor.    the grin that parts her lips is that of intoxicated delight     ━    dripping with torpor,    gratified and pointed with pride. ❛     i have hungers in me you could scarcely imagine,    moi korol.      ❜    the raven’s amusement with her sudden aggression only serves to heighten the gratification of this particular animal.    her gaze is full of stolen moon’s glow and her pupils have narrowed to thin lines    (    raw,    exposed and yet she knows the upper hand is well within her grasp    )   

         ❛      fairness has no place here.    when have i once been so generous with you?    that is not what you desire from me either,    not truly.      ❜    all that spilled vermillion across her tongue yet it cannot contain the horrid aftermath of the dragon’s aching fangs.    she uses this stolen moment as an advantage and she overcomes the warrior not by strength but with trickery.    rising for a kiss she avoids at the very last instant and eivor is pushed onto the padded earth beneath the girl’s smaller form.    

      ❛      you may have your taste once i have gotten my fill.      ❜    the heaving of her chest is heavy,    mercurial and quickened.    when she lowers herself the skin beneath her fingertips is contrastingly warm and she knows her touch is nothing so fervid.    this time she greets with mouth first,    her maw against the base of an awaiting.     she presses her lips to that pulse point and then that kiss becomes a wound as canines bring ruin to veins      ━    the monstrous maiden drinks deep.