#Faerie Hunters

[pjo-obsessed-nerd]

Oh, hey, by the way, I wrote a book. Uh. Yah. It's been nearly a week and I didnt even think to mention that anywhere on my account at all whatsoever, so... If you wanna know more about my book and my lil characters, uh... Lemme know? Ig?

This is Mira Grimm, descendant of the Grimm Brothers and a Faerie hunter.

This is Amy Milan, Mira's best friend, confidant and self pronounced personal stylist. (Also voted in HS to be most likely to commit a federal crime and get away with it.)

This is Zeke Ford, Mira's crush and soon to be very close friend.

And this is Jared, the guy Mira begrudgingly accepts as her cursed Faerie protector.

Tales of the Grimm: The Big Bad Wolf https://a.co/d/9YZPT3I

Link if you wanna check it out maybe? Please? Pleeeaase???

[phantomsies]

SACRIFICE + eren j. , chrollo l.

two musical geniuses, a jealous husband vs. an obsessed ex..and the alliance between them that you’d never thought you’d see.

📝: musician x influencer au, (this is an expansion of the original one, an au within an au), black fem reader, smut themes, implied threesome, this is an excerpt and it will make sense once I post the full fic. If nobody is fucking with the concept, we’ll just pretend this never happened 🌚

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compromise…to settle a dispute by mutual concessions. To sacrifice and even bend for the sake of the greater good. Out of all of the intricate lyrics and enigmatic pieces composed by your husband, it wasn’t a word that had ever found mainstay in his vocabulary! For nothing, no one and especially not for a person whom he’d harbor resentment against. Or rather…hated their fucking guts with a passion! Extreme, but a far more accurate description. Although, you couldn’t blame him too much. After all, this was someone who reminded Eren not only of himself but of the harsh reality, that what once was…could always be again!

“Yeees, that’s it, gorgeous. That’s the pretty face I know..the same one you used to make when I was so deep inside of you..”

eyes trailing to the back of (y/n)‘s skull, those nimble fingers clawing into the dark silk sheets and your back raised from the mattress as your husband’s cock made what felt like permanent residence inside of those warm folds. The constant snapping of his hips with sporadic thrusts and that menacing smirk on his face: a sure fire sign that he had something to prove. He’d always fucked you like a rabid animal when he had a point to get across. When you’d angered him, when he missed you..and now, when your ex fling thought that he could make a return and swoop you out from under him. Too bad for him, that ship has long sailed and it was another man’s last name you were wearing these days. Not to mention the half a million dollar wedding ring. It was also your beloved EJ who couldn’t stop pulling orgasm after orgasm from that beautiful body..making you quiver and writhe in a fit of bliss whilst those delicious juices splattered his abs, the sheets and anything in its vicinity. The man who’d contorted your body until you folded and proceeded to drill that leaking pussy into full blown submission. All but etching his name on your insides to remind you who you belonged to. Hell, at this point, it was more consolation for himself more than anything.

“Don’t listen to that bastard, princess. Eyes on me…I’m the only one you need to focus on. Fuck him.”

but as that third climax neared and his thumb pad rolled around on your clit, Eren couldn’t help but to feel that your body was intertwined with his own but your mind resided somewhere else at the moment. That the other voice in the room had penetrated your psyche while he only held dominion over your flesh. It was a surefire way to piss him off, that was for certain. Because no matter how hard he grasped your hips, regardless of how far that fat, throbbing dick glided into you and stuffed that pretty cunt to the brim..no matter how many times you met his amazing strokes with the clap of that voluptuous ass, crying out to him for more and begging to let you squirt all over him as his rings pressed against your throat whilst tears, as well as a smile plagued your face. Or if he placed a foot on your head and fucked you reminescent of an animal as his new rival glared on. It didn’t make a difference how many times you called him ‘daddy’ or told him that he was making you feel so good; so tight that he felt as if his entire shaft was going to snap in half! Hell, you could shout to the heavens that it was all his. Anything to make him feel better..to console that already shattered ego of his. After all, it had to be pretty damn fragile to even entertain someone else when he was fucking the most beautiful woman either of them had ever laid eyes upon.

“How sad..even now, as our princess is about to come so hard for you..you can’t even grant her your full attention. And you think you’ll convince me that she’s in better hands with a man who’s so utterly selfish?”

because even as you centered his face to your own with a palm on his cheek and pleaded with him to look into your eyes as he stuffed you full of his seed..he too had accepted the fact that you were divided. Feeling defeated even now as you reach euphoria right underneath him. Because the man who had been viewing this salacious display..dark eyes glued to your nude bodies, fist clenched around that cock..stroking back and forth as veins protrude in his hands and precum seeped down the knuckles. His chest exposed as he stimulated those sensitive nipples..something his precious (y/n) had done so many times before. The man who felt more like a conductor to a salacious symphony rather than a helpless third party watching the girl he was once called his be fucked stupid by another guy..wasn’t interested in competing at all! Not when it came to music, awards shows, charts or even a seat at the proverbial table. And most certainly not for you. Even if it was a childish bet that had landed you here in the first place.

“Come now, pretty girl. Don’t hold back..you look as if you want to explode. It’s okay.”

and like that, rising to his feet ever so casually, he’d continue pumping that dick in his palm as he inched closer, snatching your face towards his own so that you could meet gazes like you did that first night you’d encountered one another. Eventually teasing the head against your plump lips and lobbing a trail of spit between them. Almost as if he wasn’t even in the room, as if it wasn’t his cock pleasuring you, (y/n) released at this man’s whim! As if he had trained you previously.

“Chrollo..” “That’s right..I’m here now, darling. Sorry to keep you waiting. Be a good girl for us and come. Don’t make him ask again.”

meanwhile, Eren could only glare as you made a mess of him, pawing at his abs and thanking him furiously for bringing you to ecstasy. But there was no need for ill will or hurt feelings. He wasn’t the enemy whatsoever. More so like an ally to his cause. Chrollo didn’t see the need in bickering when they could both enjoy you to their heart's content. When you desire them equally. A compromise. After all, it was what love and life were all about. And sadly, it didn’t seem he had a choice.

“You see, Eren. It’s what I’ve been telling you all along. If we work together, we can accomplish great things..I know our baby feels the same.”

[honeyxmonkey]

Scary eldritch terror fae boy Douxie

[illustratinghan]

Yellow Rainflower ~ My Heart’s Betrayal 💛

- a recreation of Kieran’s flower card -

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

follow me on instagram! @/illustratinghan

[d4rkshad0w]

KIT IS KIERANS NEPHEW🥹😭

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres • mythological horror

this horror genre is rooted in the mythos of a culture. these films are based on the legends we heard growing up that scared us. this sub-genre is closely associated with folk horror.

[poetpony6890]

Kit: I’m not saying I’m suicidal I’m just saying if I got shot tomorrow I wouldn’t mind

Kieran: that’s still highly concerning! 

[witchlingcirce]

Next up on my over-analysing the flower cards in TWP, The prince of Faerie, wannabe Targaryen, and love interest of Dru… Mr ash Morgenstern 😩😩

I think is where we get onto the more simple of the flower cards- less phrases (Like Dru, Kit & Ty). And more one word things.

Royalty I think implies exactly what the word royalty means, lol. I think Ash’s role in the series will definitely revolve around a lot of his position in Faerie. He is quite literally the Seelie Kings son!!

I think, again, his Royal position will affect him. I think Ash has always been someone in some sort of position in power. He is the seelie queens son, he was gifted things from the seelie king. Heck even at Thule, he was given special treatment for being Sebastian’s son (not that even means anything… f u Sebastian). And so I feel his time with Dru will probably be him deconstructing those values ect. And even with deconstructing those Values, allowing himself to be close with others.

As he is apart of the main cast, I assume he will eventually form a relationship with characters like Kit, Ty, Thais and more. And so I feel like it will be kind of stepping aside from his royalty and this perspective for a bit.

Also one thing I feel like people don’t talk about a lot: his old flower card meaning was “temptation” 👀👀 many things to ponder.

I also have a feeling at some part during the series there may be a fight for the fae throne. We are obviously going to get a lot of faerie politics in the book, and a-lot of people speculate that Kit may become the seelie king. While I don’t think kit will become the seelie king, I do think there will be some sort of power play. Very game of thrones, me likey.

[whereserpentswalk]

They say there was a monster hunter, who had killed countless cryptids and entities, who fell in love with a vampire. They fell in love when they were fighting, but as they rolled around it soon felt as if they were playing, and soon they kissed, and he forgot about her fangs that could have so easily bitten him. And for once he chose not to kill a monster.

And she told him that she could be with him, and be his lover, for as long as he wished. But she reminded him that she was a free being, that she would never be tamed by him, and never made to put down her weapons, and be made to be like a human bride. She would never be able to marry him by any law, never have sex with him or bare his children, never take him as her only lover, or his god as her only god, and when he died her life would still be far from over. And he agreed with his words, but hoped she would change her mind some day on all things.

As as the hunter was still young, he let her hunt with him. She could see and hear better than any human, and knew where her fellow unseelie lurked. She could hypnotize a mothman as he shot at it from the ground, and could track a werewolf in the darkest of nights. And they would run together across city streets in the moonlight, and for a time their love was true. And all the local bars and local artists began to know their names well, and as the cold autumn night winds blew in their hair, they knew eachother at their best. Soon they had an apartment together, and he would brush her hair in the morning light as she slept.

At first they thought they were alike. But as he saw her hunt more, saw her mouth open wide into a mess as fangs and sharp teeth and then fold back to human shape, saw her run naked to chase down a stray goblin, and saw her sexless body naked, with scars from where her humanity was lost, he began to see her as a wild beast he had on a leash. And as she saw all the things he hunted, how willingly he would trust the testimony of humans, and how little he would show ugly things mercy. There were many creatures she had to convince him not to kill, as many as there were creatures she helped him kill, and she too felt she was hold a leash with a wild beast at the other end more and more as time went on and on.

And as he got older and older, and he began getting stranger and stranger freinds. Strange to the vampire at least, to the monster hunter they were very normal. No longer did he know the poor, the students and teachers and programmers and artists. Soon he had freinds who worked in finance, in law, who ran startups, or women who lived like pets in their husband's laps. And suddenly he wanted her to look presentable to them, even if they knew she was a vampire she couldn't be the kind they would be afraid of. Her mouth couldn't open all the way, it had to remain in a human looking state. And she couldn't spread her wings, and she had to move like a human, and dress well around them. And when they ate she couldn't drink blood, she just had to be served mortal food, and state at it as she ate nothing. And he'd pet her little head as he answered so many questions for her.

And as he got older still he began to have richer and richer clients. Fewer people in danger and more and more people looking to get rid of "problematic elements". And more and more did the hunter look at the vampire and realize that he was older now, and she was still young. And he wondered if he should have told her to transform him when he was still young, and make him like her, of the unseelie kind, forever young. Yet he thought he was too late for that, not knowing how much older he still had to grow.

And eventually, as he was older, and his clients ever richer, he told her that he was moving. He didn't ask her. He told her. And it was assumed she'd move with him. And he took her to a town, just outside of the city limits, where you needed a car to leave. And there was nothing to do at night, and no cryptids or entities but her. And there was a big house with a TV. And he would drive into the city to hunt, without her. And she would no longer walk the city streets, free and wild, and she would no longer have freinds outside of him. And she was alone, for the first time in centuries she had nobody.

And once, after they had lived together in that town for years. As he had grown older, he told her that it was time she finally slept with him. He pointed to his body and explained to her that he had needs as a man, and she had duties as his wife, and it was the first time he ever called her his wife. And as she told him no, he pulled down his pants, and began to force her mouth open. And it did open, but he had forgotten how wide it did open, she had made it look human for him for so long, and soon the bottom half of her face had once again shown itself as a mess of sharp fangs and many jaws.

They say she flew back to the city that night. And say that his body still sits in that empty house. Cold and abandoned, stripped of pants, and drained of blood, doomed to be forgotten.

[calistairs]

does cc realize how badly she’s gatekeeping the iconic kitty’s relationship? twp is a need!

[pumaloafing]

Sorry for all the tags

Edit: I wonder if instead of Hunters I should have put Humans.

[pjo-obsessed-nerd]

Idk how we feel about tik toks on here, but I'm doing the link and the video; ANYWAY, My friend (who loves my wip book) sent me this and now I'm drawing my hyper masculine jock-type character in this cus YES he would own this shite

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81ag365/

[thetantiger]

sorry I couldn't actually get this out on the day I had some shit come up but WOOOO I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE (they're like me!!)

[honeyxmonkey]

"Will you still love me? Even like this?"

"Nothing could ever make me stop loving you."

Despite everything, Carter still thinks Douxie is the most beautiful creature to walk the earth...

[oraclevibes]

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[cyanidas]

Cellia

[ The Hunter Faerie ]

"What? Who's eating Neopets??"

I finally cracked and made a messed up faerie oc who is responsible for food items with neopets in them. She crawls around like a creature, mostly just cackles instead of speaks, and is the epitome of the *bites you* meme. For no reason at all I have decided she has a crush on the Negg faerie. (idk i just wanted her to be a disaster lesbian)

Cellia was initially supposed to be a Tyrannian faerie, but as I colored her in, she started to look more Lutarian. Her markings are based on the weirdly unique Speckled Usul design (which I love) and her outfit consists of the pelts of her prey. But don't worry, that's not blood she's covered in... it's just really red dirt 😂