#HISS LITTLE TEEFS

[monkeydlesbian]

i just can’t stop looking at this picture of chopper like he’s so cute HES SO PREPARED AND READY WITH HIS LITTLE BACKPACK HES SO EXCITED

[leezlelatch]

Bite

18+ MDNI

Secondo x F!Reader - p in v, praise, explicit descriptions, dom!Secondo, maybe kind of spit kink, biting, blood kink

Short smut dedicated to my and Secondo’s beloved @writingjourney. May his teef always find you.

“Very good, falenina. Brava ragazza. That’s it,” Secondo coos in your ear, his tone low and breathy as you rock against him. His hands curl under your buttocks, pulling you even closer, impaling you on his aching cock over and over again. You pant, little puffs of air through each cry of pleasure that curls through your cunt and up your belly, a coil ready to snap at any moment.

“Your Papa is so proud of you. You take him so well. The only one,” he continues, his lips kissing a trail from your shoulder to your neck. “Harder now, sì?”

He bucks his hips in time with your roll, his large hands anchoring your body as he fucks you, feet planted firmly on the bed as he pistons into you. His eyes shine with a carnal ferocity as he watches your face, your mouth hanging open and eyes closed, unable to control the feral sounds leaving your mouth.

“You look at your Papa when he fucks you,” Secondo demands.

Your eyes snap toward his and he growls his approval, a hand cupping your neck to pull your face down to his. He bites your bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth with his tongue, sucking on it until it’s swollen and slick with his spit. That hand on your neck slides up to your hair, gripping it. He presses his forehead into yours, his own animalistic sounds mixing with moans.

The room is filled with the slick sound of his cock pounding into your drenched pussy, and Secondo’s hips stutter, uneven and desperate as you grip him with the force of your orgasm, a choked sound leaving his lips. You spasm around his cock, keening, and all he does is flip you on your back, continuing his delicious assault against your insides.

“Another,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck once more. “Cum for your Papa. Cum for me.”

His words cut off and he groans, bracketing you between his arms as his hips slam into yours.

“Cazzo…I can’t,” he whimpers now, eyebrows furrowing as he closes his eyes. “I can’t hold it. Amore…”

His legs shake, his body growing heavier on you as he loses momentum, so close to his own orgasm. It makes you wantonly cry out his name.

Secondo’s eyes snap open and he gazes into your ruined face as he snaps his hips a final time, deep and searching. His head drops, teeth finding the soft skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

And he bites.

Bites hard enough you screech as you feel his hot seed fill your quivering pussy, and the warmth of your blood on your neck. Secondo’s scream is muffled by your skin, his body convulsing in his ecstasy before he collapses on top of you.

It’s quiet after. Your shared labored breathing is the only noise. Little aftershocks race through your body, and Secondo gasps as you flutter around his softening member.

He slowly lifts his head, licking a stripe from your chest to the bite, savoring the coppery taste of your blood.

“Sometimes you make me think those rumors about you being a vampire are true,” you say in a hoarse voice, a smile on your lips as you wrap your arms around his heated body.

Secondo chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to his bite. “If only I had the supernatural strength to go with it. I’ll need the heating pad tonight.”

[justafoxkit]

TFP Agere Headcanons (I couldn't find a screenshot with all of them, rip.)

💜Megatron:

💜Dragon regressor/caregiver flip!

💜He will bite your face off before he admits it to anyone but Soundwave.

💜He regressed involuntarily, and went to Soundwave bc he wasn't sure what was "wrong" with him. Together they discovered regression through the Internet.

💜He either hides in his quarters when regressed, or he goes flying.

💜*bites, bites, bites*

💜 Seriously, get this poor critter a teething toy he won't rip up, have you seen his chompers??

💜 Unexpectedly soft and vulnerable as a little. He hates the vulnerability, but those who know of it secretly adore the softer side of their Lord.

💜He can and will growl/try to bite anyone who tries to take something from him. He once bit Breakdown because the guy tried to retrieve a vehicon he was holding like a teddy bear.

💜As a caregiver, Megs is stern but loving. He tries really hard to be patient with any little one he encounters, especially when their adorable mannerisms remind him of a certain little archivist he used to help care for...

🐦‍⬛Soundwave:

🐦‍⬛ Caregiver!

🐦‍⬛He always knows about one's regression before they do, somehow.

🐦‍⬛He's the only one Megatron won't ever bite as a little, and the only one he'll listen to.

🐦‍⬛A gentle and silent caregiver, he secretly loves taking care of little ones. He finds it fascinating that one can shift into a different headspace.

🐦‍⬛ Soundwave definitely watches agere tiktok compilations to learn as much as he can.

🐦‍⬛When he can't be there, Laserbeak often hovers near the little one until he can make it. He also uses Laserbeak to keep watch over littles who are too afraid to tell someone about their regression.

🚀 Starscream:

🚀 cat regressor!

🚀Mostly regresses to deal with trauma, and absolutely refuses to let anyone know about it!

🚀He stims a lot as a little! He rumbles his engine to mimic purring, flaps his wings up and down, waves his arms, you name it!

🚀 Starscream prefers to regress outside eof the Nemesis; it's the source of a lot of his trauma, so he just feels safer in isolated places on earth.

🚀One time he and Arcee bumped into each other while regressed. It was...have you ever seen those videos where the two cats stand across from each other with their tails fluffed up just hissing and yowling? Yep. That was what happened. Optimus (not regressed) had to pick Arcee up and physically separate them. They...don't talk about it.

🚀He still hasn't noticed Laserbeak following him when he's regressed to make sure he's safe.

🧪Shockwave:

🧪Father Caregiver!

🧪This guy is fascinated by regression as a concept; he shares Soundwave's interest in how it works, but more on a scientific level.

🧪As a caregiver, Shockwave is a bit strict with regards to safety and care. He makes sure his little one has consumed energon and lays down to recharge when tired. No matter how much they fuss.

🧪Not the most entertaining CG, but he takes good care of any little ones he has.

🧪 Despite his scientific demeanor, he actually quite enjoys holding and caring for littles. He finds it therapeutic, chalking that up to his natural instinct to care for children and infants. Definitely not because he just likes cradling a little in his arm, nope!

💝Knockout:

💝 Fox regressor!

💝 An absolute menace as a little one; this little guy is a kleptomaniac when it comes to shiny things. Many will go searching for random items they 'lost' only to find a stash hidden away somewhere.

💝 Like Megatron, Knockout is a very bitey little one. He doesn't need teethers as strong as Megs though. He's just got little bitty teefs!

💝 Often gets zoomies and races in alt mode around the Nemesis. He's only plowed into someone twice, surprisingly.

💝 He's one of the only ones who's open about his regression; he knows Breakdown will deal with anyone who dares to say anything.

🚙Breakdown:

🚙 Caregiver!

🚙 Mainly Knockout's caregiver, but doesn't have the heart to say no to any other little one that wanders in.

🚙 Like Bulkhead, Breakdown is an absolute softie with his little ones. He loves making puns and telling jokes to make them laugh.

🚙 Uses his large size to his advantage, and carries littles in his arms or on his back.

🚙 He's a calm presence that is unmatched in his ability to talk down a scared and overwhelmed little one.

🚙You can't tell me that he wouldn't baby talk when he thinks no one's watching. You know he would.

🪽 Dreadwing:

🪽 Toddler regressor!

🪽Two words: Soft Baby. He's such a soft and gentle baby! Look at him wrong, and he may cry. No, he WILL cry.

🪽 Dreadwing loves soft textures, something he loves about humans is how many soft things they make. He found a huge stuffed bear that was abandoned behind a deserted mall, and it's his most prized possession.

🪽He has a really hard time while regressed because his brother isn't there. Once Skyquake died, Dreadwing spent a lot of time sobbing into his bear unconsolably. It was one of the few times he let Soundwave look after him, just because he didn't want to be alone.

🪽He and Optimus sort of have a weird feeling of familiarity, but neither of them know why. Call it little-sense, idk.

🪽Most often goes to Breakdown when he feels he needs a caregiver to help him; the bot's goofy nature helps him relax.

🪽Skyquake:

🪽 Lion regressor!

🪽 Scary boi, look at him, so scary! Grr...

🪽He's intimidating because of his size, but regressed Skyquake is just a little guy that tries to be scary. Think cub Simba trying to roar.

🪽He found out about lions soon after arriving on earth, and absolutely fell in love.

🪽 Seriously, just ask him about lions and he'll tell you everything there is to know about them.

🕷️Arachnid:

🕷️Mother caregiver!

🕷️She's not super invested in the whole "regression" thing, but she spotted Starscream wandering around in petspace and followed him around out of interest.

🕷️She's not a part of the Decepticons, and she definitely doesn't seek out littles, but if she happens to see one she just might stick close by. Not that she wants to care for them, no! She's just... observing.

🕷️Tsundere caregiver, she tries and fails to convince herself that she doesn't want to be someone's official caregiver. But, the life of a rogue does get kinda lonely...

Nicknames:

💜: Doesn't really have any nicknames, you better believe Megatron will give you the DIRTIEST look if you call him anything. (Soundwave internally calls him "Little Spitfire".)

🐦‍⬛: Wave, Wavey.

🚀: Doesn't really have any nicknames, because he doesn't share his regression. (If he had any: Rascal, Troublemaker, Little one.)

🧪: Shocky, Doc.

💝: Foxy boy, Beautiful, Snatcher.

🚙: B, Papa.

🪽: Sparkling, Wings, Dee.

🪽: Sky, Cub.

🕷️: None(If she had any: Mama Spider, Nini)

Sorry if this wasn't as in depth, it was kinda hard to come up with ideas for the Cons. I had someone ask if I was doing Decepticons, so I hope this meets expectations! Let me know if you want me to do other characters, like the predacons, or side characters.

And yes, I know the Skyquake's Headcanons aren't canon compliant, but let me have this. They killed off too many cons imo, let the boi be happy T^T

[little--ghost]

After the most recent post, Ghost reminds me of a skittish cat

Imagine you just get close and they hisses

this is canon actually there have been multiple posts throughout my time posting where they have been very cat

i also almost never draw their shade form, but know they are even more creature as a shade

but tbh, they're just very hissy to everyone that isnt their world's siblings

[ other gijinkas belong to @/pocochiiiiii]

and they also embody the spirit of the cats not liking to be touched unless its on their own terms (they wont admit it, but they do enjoy headpats. they just get shy about it)

[ other Hornet belongs to @/goonsgospel

and the most important feature: their little teefs (all of them have fangs though)

[cerebrobullet]

Sharpe's Trafalgar Daily Book Report:

(i spelled it correctly this time 👍)

OH i take back my bitching about the telescope, the scene is here in chapter four!!!! and cornwell fucking described them both as awkward yes, absolutely thank you, merry christmas to me it's exactly what i wanted. wellesley fucking FLEEING every time he has to behold sharpe, i wanna cackle. he didn't even let the major stay and chat he was just outta there.

ah, you know lady grace is growing on me a bit. like, still not teresa but she's very cute with sharpe. i think i have figured out what sharpe needs for a Successful Relationship tho: a woman who can tell him what to do lmao. he wants to save sad little meow meow ladies from their sorrows, but what he needs is to get stepped on.

i will never get tired of people just taking care of sharpe. giving him food and blankets and just insistently looking out for him. he's a scrunkly stray kitten with his lil teefs sticking out and hissing at everything, but then they just pick him up and pat him until he calms down hehe.

sharpe about wellesley: "i dont know that i like him, but i'd like him to like me" perfect timing, i'm about to edit the new fic so 👌 thanks for the inspiration

lmao captain chase sees sharpe again and is immediately all "cool i am soooo kidnapping you to join my ship! 👀" and just walks away before sharpe can argue lol

CHASE GAVE SHARPE HIS CABIN. BRUH. B R U H. "i'm a captain who likes some company" 👀👀👀👀👀 he's fucking undressing too rn im gonna fucking McLose it

he fucking gave sharpe clothes. what the hell, guess i ship it now ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

god i appreciate how often sharpe is just like... dumb. not actively, but like banging his head on the ship and jumping because a yell startles him. they're just nice little moments that help to shave off the edge other characters like him have. he's a beast when he goes killing, but the rest of time it's just anxiety, shyness, and Doing His Best and it's a fantastic combo. you always see the softness of his heart coming through.

i have at this point entirely forgotten about grace tho, sorry. the captain chase brain rot has taken over. you cant write someone that friendly and into sharpe and expect my gay ass to not immediately plot a oneshot about it. let's be real.

[ectoplasmjelly]

Gachi Oc

Rynet my baby

I don't have a last name for her yet

Have some random hcs while I act like I didn't drop of the face of the earth for a month

Rynet literally cannot be left unattended in thrift stores or flea markets. Zanka and Rynet have a side arc where an event comes around town that's basically a huge annual flea market and is amazing for Rynet because she can find all sorts of fabric and materials for cheap. She gets carried away and easily excited about it though and might get scammed or kidnapped since she's so distracted, so she has to be supervised during the event, lol. She takes Zanka because he's rich and also will bail her out if she gets into deep shit

Rynet takes pretty good care of her hair and likes experimenting with styles, but doesn't let Riyou mess with it just to spite her

Rynet gives Ghibli style hugs. Just straight up tackles people.

Her tongue is forked for backstory reasons but half of the Cleaners don't actually know that

Rynet is particular about sweets but would murder for anything strawberry flavored. Enjoys cold desserts but doesn't like biting into them because her teef are sensitive

She bites as a form of affection. It's light and barely leaves an imprint, she just does it as a nonverbal 'ily :>'

Rynet enjoys sharing food with someone but also dislikes eating in front of people

When Zanka gets badly hurt, Rynet blames herself for not being there for him when he was there for her (At the time of the mission she was still recovering from her main story arc- she had lots and lots of broken bones and torn tissue. She also kept ripping her stitches by moving when she wasn't supposed to and not giving herself proper rest. Girly cannot sit still, she was itchin' to get back to it) and so she doesn't visit him at first out of guilt. She ends up missing him too bad and feeling so bad about it that she visits him at night (past visiting hours so she technically breaks in) and she apologizes for not being there (while he's asleep, she can't face him while he's awake). She also had overheard Rudo talking about the artificial flowers, and she ended up making fabric flowers for him out of scrap fabric. She talks a bit about how rare it is for her to open up and how she feels like she needs to get stronger so she can be the one to bail him out. She reaches for his hand but decides against it since she doesn't wanna touch him while he's asleep and heads for the window to leave. Her one leg is over the sill when she hears something.

"Where are you goin'?"

Rynet falls out the fucking window.

She's okay!! She caught herself with one of her needles from her jinki and Zanka helped pull her back up.

"You rich prick!! You didn't say anything- how long were you awake for?!" She practically hisses at him, hitting his shoulder as she gets him back to his bed.

"Calm down, quiet, I heard ya-" He gets back in bed and Rynet sits next to him, leaning her head against the wall as she plays with his hand. She's evidently still annoyed with him but willing to let it go.

Zanka talks a bit about how she doesn't to worry about him and Rynet in a moment of honesty tells him that if he's gonna pull risky shit that she's going to have to worry. She clears her throat and adds on that she'll get tired of mending his clothes if he keeps fucking them up.

Zanka goes quiet. He notices the small delicate bones of her hand and the little ring of thread around her middle finger. He absentmindedly slides it off and tries to fit it on his own finger, but he only gets it down to the second knuckle. Rynet snorts and takes the ring back, putting it back on. She playfully blows the hair out of his face to see his nose scrunch. He scowls at her and she sticks her forked tongue out at him.

After a while, both of them have nodded off, with Rynet going first. She had been working overtime even more than usual since she was backed up after being on bedrest. Zanka followed shortly after.

(If phones or cameras exist, Enjin def took a picture.)

Any, that's off of the top of my dome

I realized that I can just ramble about whatever I want and no one can stop me so expect more of these :>

[toy-chica-is-best]

"And you're so hot and tight~" Ryuko hissed softly as she leaned over her back, hands moving to knead her large bust while she rolled her hips to milk every drop out of her cock and into her core. Ryuko did not regret bringing Chica back home at all and she was relishing in that decision. "Mmmm maybe next time, we could see how well you use that mouth if it leads down into that same receptacle~" She purred while kneading her breasts, even planting the idea of using them next time coupled with her mouth.

She giggled as Ryuko rolled her hips against her soft callipygian ass, the animatronic girl letting out soft moans and gasps as the hybrid handled her breasts. "Careful with that idea, I have sharp, pointy little teefs~" She giggled before leaning back and giving her girlfriend a brief peck on the lips. "Actually, I have a working stomach. It's what allows me to eat pizza~" She told Ryuko with a smile, proud of how scientifically advanced she was compared to the other animatronics at the pizzeria.

[robinthenonbnaieywonder]

Everybody meet my guardian 's of the Galaxy oc.

Name: spike.

Pronouns: he him his.

Spike is a scientifically engineered porcupine who grew up on half world with rocket, lylla teefs and floor . They became like family to him. With lylla becoming like a mom, teefs becoming like a older brother and floor a little sister. Rocket became a Best friend.

The 2 of them not only shared a cage with floor but where always there for each other . With spike helping rocket with nightmares or treating any wounds that he might have after seeing the high evolutionary. And rocket helping guide spike because he was a

Porcupine he has natural bad eyesight things just looked a bit blurry to spike. Rocket helps make sure that spike doesn't bump into things.

Spike is almost always at a 11 just think Abby from turning red. Always hyping rocket up and cheering him on. Being the first one in rocket 's corner whenever he has a plan. He's normally the more ( ahem) "creative" one of the 2 . Often thinking up of violent ways to distract people. Such as suggesting that they cause a fire in the Castle to distract everyone while rocket takes the reality stone or goop. Although rocket says that they aren't violent just creative.

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

When lylla died. Spike was frozen in fear not knowing what to do.

After he escaped with rocket. He decided that he would never feel like that again. Training himself and his defense mechanisms like his quills in order to protect. Out of the 2 thair both equally physically protective of each other. Spike never wanted to feel that helpless ever again. So when rocket, Groot and spike got put in prison with quill and gamora he was immediately in protective mode. Often hissing at anyone who even looks at rocket or Groot the wrong way. He uses his quills to defend himself and thanks to rocket they have some enhancements .

You see on half world. Spike was going through the process of having his quills removed and replace by mechanical ones . Then after they escaped. Spike asked for a upgrade. So now a different quill can do something different. Such as one being able to turn into a bomb. These 2 are always there for each other. As someone who survived the high evolutionary with rocket so he completely understands why rocket acts the way he does. And why he pushes everyone away. Even spike at times. So he knows how reel rocket in . In a way that nobody can. He always wants to protect his friends but once again he couldn't. When Groot decided to sacrifice himself . Spike was immediately on the fence begging Groot not to. That they'll find another way . But it ultimately led to no use .

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOLUME 2

By now spike has grown even more protective of rocket. Hissing at ego when he called rocket a "triangle faced monkey" , about to grab one of his quills when quill called rocket a "trash panda" before he saw that rocket had it , hissing at the high priestess Aisha when she talked down to him to all of them before rocket took care of that too, being pretty much the one in rocket 's corner when he stole the analects batteries, and glaring angrily and untrustingly to yondu before he became a ally. He also grew as equally protective over his new family. With Peter Jason quill becoming like the annoying older brother that you only put up with because you have too, gamora becoming like a older sister to him , baby Groot he was instinctively protective over because of what happened to og Groot , dreax becoming like a brother to him , and rocket was already his best friend but now he was the older brother that you idolize . Youndou with the short time they spent together understood him and why he was so protective of his new family and specifically with rocket. And once again his new family was in danger and there was nothing he could do. Even worse spike had to do nothing it was painful but him and rocket both understood what yondu was going to do. At the funeral both rocket and spike comforted each other in little ways. While everyone was gathered around the body. Spike was leaning on rocket. And at the space fireworks thing ( not entirely too sure what that was) . Spike had placed his arm around rocket. Traping him in a side hug . And gently rubbing his arm .

Yep it's time to break some hart's.

If you somehow haven't seen it yet spoilers

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He got blipped .

Yep he got blipped.

If you somehow SOMEHOW. got attached to spike don't worry. Endgame so. But

Here's the thing I don't like acknowledging the fact that characters age so we're just going to blip him .

Speaking of endgame.

He comes back, finds rocket and immediately goes in for the save. Because he is sick and tired of not being able to do anything while his friends no while his family gets hurt!!! When he sees gamora again he couldn't believe him eyes buuuuuuuuuut then she didn't recognize who the hell he was and it all began to slowly and painfully full into place for him. He had failed again.

Ya I don't really need to talk about

Thor : love and thunder or the guardians of the Galaxy Holiday special because they don't really have to much to do with rocket. But now we have guardians of the Galaxy volume 3 . Where we have spike reaching the end of this little character arc I've been building for him. You see spike has to learn that as much as he wants to he can't always protect his friends and family. He has been doing anything and everything to protect them. But he has to learn that it's not his fault.

OG Groot was not his fault. He chose to sacrifice himself because he loves rocket and spike. He doesn't need to feel undeserving of that love .

Yondu chose to sacrifice himself for quill.

Gamora got sacrificed by her father. If the power of the avengers, the guardians, all of wakanda , the SCARLET WICH , vision and the God of thunder combined couldn't defeat Thanos. There's no way he could. So no gmora wasn't on him ether.

He just needs to learn that.

That's where nebula comes in. Letting him know just that. Of course the 2 of them got along but thair relationship wasn't quite at the point where he is willing to actually listen to that advice it's only When rocket almost died did spike 's world stop. Once again frozen in fear. But if you've learned anything about spike it's that he refuses to give up on the people that he cares about. So he goes out of his way to help rocket. even if that means some PTSD flashbacks from rewatching rocket getting tortured . Nebula dose what she can to comfort him but with rocket 's life on the line it wasn't easy . So when he wakes up spike broke down hugging him. Apologizing over and over again about not being able to save him or thair new family. But rocket reassures him that everything's okay . And at the end of the day it is spike who helped rocket save some animals. He already has a huge attachment to them. So at the end of the day. He did end up protecting his family.

By the end of the movie here's where everyone ends up.

The legendary star lord decides to stay on earth. Maybe eat a mushroom or 2 of knows.

Gamora stays with the ravengers . And maybe started watching my little pony. I mean they have wifi so why the hell not.

Nebula stays on know where to build a better society . And I don't know play a video game that's based off a bored game or 3 .

Dreax stays on know where with nubla becoming a dad again. And you know he's teaching at least one of those kids how to wrestle.

Mantis well they didn't know what to do with mantis so they just said. So they just go run off somewhere with the Giant alien monsters and I don't know go meet Wednesday Addams or something and we'll make a Disney plus spinoff with you later. ( I don't know feels like this is a good setup for a mantis spinoff).

Rocket is now leader of his own guardians of the Galaxy maybe writing some music if his own.

Spike stays with rocket and the 2 of them are now dating.

And groot is on the team too.

( side note I love that rocket and Groot doesn't get split up) .

And maybe learns how to drive a car or something who knows.

Ok bye 💓

No more guardians 😭😔😭😔

[jaskierswolf]

Your heart beats like wings

Written for the Teef Week Event in @thewitcherbog.

Ship: Gerlion

Rating: E

CW: Fae!Dandelion, biting (and drawing blood), mating bites (of sorts), wing kink, coming untouched, blow job,

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Geralt had always known there was something not quite human about Dandelion. Whenever his golden-haired poet was near, the wolf’s head would hum quietly on his chest, a fact that Dandelion seemed to delight in. Whenever they shared a bed or curled up together on the forest floor, Dandelion’s long lutist fingers would wrap around the wolf, calloused fingertips tracing the fur on its ears and muzzle. But Geralt never asked, and Dandelion seemed content to keep the mystery a secret. Years passed, decades, maybe nearing a century, Ciri blooming into a beautiful young lady, zipping off through time and space, Yennefer still scouring the Continent for a way to take back what she believed was stolen from her, and Regis settling down in Toussaint with a fellow vampire, popping in to see Geralt and Dandelion on occasion.

No one seemed to notice that the seemingly human bard hadn’t aged a day over the cruel winters and burning summers that had passed.

Geralt noticed but he was scared, scared of losing the one constant in his life. If he asked, if he drew attention to it, the peace surrounding them might shatter and he’d be left alone, always waiting for his friends and family to arrive, isolated.

Dandelion hummed, tucking his hair behind his ears before leaning down to press a kiss to Geralt’s neck, sucking a bruise into the tender skin, his hips rolling over Geralt’s cock. Ever the poet, Dandelion murmured a steady stream of praise as he trailed his lips under the line of Geralt’s jaw, whispering rhymes and verses as he nibbled Geralt’s ear.

“What thoughts are rattling through that pretty little head of yours, my darling?” Dandelion asked as he sat up onto his heels, his fingers tracing patterns into Geralt’s chest, not dissimilar to the runes on his swords.

“Nothing to worry about,” Geralt muttered, pulling his husband into a kiss to finally silence him. The words melted into a soft moan as Dandelion’s lips parted easily under Geralt’s, elderflower wine still on his tongue, sweet, delicious, divine.

They kissed some more, lazy and slow, a simmering heat gradually building into something more insistent as Dandelion’s hands finally wrapped around Geralt’s cock.

“You’re lying to me,” Dandelion hummed, hand slick with oil even though Geralt never heard the cork pop. “Tell me, dearest, please.”

Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed, Dandelion’s fingers working magic along his hardening cock, making it difficult to think about anything else. “You,” he finally mumbled, “was thinking about you.”

Dandelion giggled, the sound making Geralt’s medallion vibrate a little more against his chest. “And what about me?” Dandelion asked, his voice ever musical and beautiful, one carefully trimmed nail running along Geralt’s cheek.

“You- you never age, Dandelion. Why?” Geralt asked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he finally voiced the question that had been haunting him for years.

The poet sighed, pressing his face into the crook of Geralt’s neck, fingers wrapped tightly around the wolf medallion. “I was wondering when you would ask, my dear witcher.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as Dandelion sat up, legs resting either side of Geralt’s waist. He continued to trace patterns into Geralt’s skin, until the quiet became almost unbearable, crushing Geralt under the enormity of its weight. The question became a burning sword, ready for Geralt to fall upon, the destruction of everything he held dear. Until, in a strangely vulnerable voice, Dandelion spoke once more.

“Promise not to hate me, Geralt, darling, please.” His voice cracked, shattering along with Geralt’s heart. They may have had their spats over the years but to hear that his husband doubted him so… it was unforgivable. He would spend the rest of their days together trying to make it up to Dandelion, until his husband truly believed how much Geralt loved him.

Geralt took one of Dandelion’s hands in his, placing a kiss to each knuckle before gently turning it over to kiss the palm. “You must think me mad,” Geralt reminded him, echoing words from so long ago, “if you think I could ever hate you.”

And still Dandelion remained silent, cornflower blue eyes locked on his, lacing their fingers together. “Even if I’m a monster?”

If it weren’t for the sincerity in Dandelion’s voice, Geralt would have assumed the poet was joking. How could his husband, kind and gentle Dandelion who threw up at the sight of blood, think he was a monster? The most vicious Dandelion ever got was when he was up against Valdo Marx in a bardic competition, but his old rival had passed many years ago.

“Even then.”

“Are you- are you sure?”

“Dandelion, speak,” Geralt said, squeezing the poet’s hand in his.

“Very well.”

But instead of speaking there was a sudden burst of magic in the room, Geralt’s medallion jumping off his chest, the teeth of the wolf almost snarling as it vibrated wildly. Dandelion’s features blurred and changed, his already sharp cheekbones becoming more angular, the fingers between Geralt’s lengthening, claw-like nails replacing neatly trimmed ones. When Dandelion opened his eyes once more, cornflower blue irises now glowed with slitted pupils not unlike Geralt’s, and when he smiled, Geralt saw a row of sharp teeth glistening between rosy pink lips. His golden ringlets parted to reveal two curled horns, but what really drew Geralt’s attention were the shimmering rainbow wings that unfurled from behind his husband’s back.

He was beautiful.

“Dandelion,” Geralt breathed, unable to think of any other word.

“Hello, Geralt.”

“You’re- you’re beautiful.”

Dandelion’s eyes fluttered shut, a serene expression gracing his lips, and the room seemed to glow from whatever magic the poet was weaving, his hair gently blowing in a breeze that Geralt couldn’t feel. Behind him, Dandelion’s wings beat slowly, catching off the candlelight and sending glittery sparkles of light cascading across the room. It was captivating, enchanting, alluring, and Geralt couldn’t take his eyes off his husband.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice distant to his own ears.

“Hmm, well, I rather think you should,” Dandelion giggled, leaning down to press their lips together.

Geralt’s fingers tentatively reached out to caress Dandelion’s wings, making the poet shudder, a soft gasp falling from his lips, the taste of wild flowers on his breath.

“Again…” Dandelion murmured, and so Geralt stroked along the seemingly fragile veins of the wings until his husband was a quivering mess on top of him, cock hard and leaking onto Geralt’s stomach. “Oh gods, Geralt.”

“I’ve got you, Dandelion,” Geralt hummed, his fingers digging into Dandelion’s thighs as they rutted together, Geralt’s cock aching between the curve of Dandelion’s arse.

“Julian,” Dandelion whispered. “My name is Julian.”

Geralt blinked up at his husband, cheeks flushed bright, the very picture of ethereal beauty. “Julian,” he repeated, “my flower.”

As the name fell from Geralt’s lips, a strange silver light whipped around his husband, connecting his heart to Geralt’s, and he cried out, lost in pleasure as he came, purely from the caresses to his wings. He collapsed forward, sharp teeth latching onto Geralt’s shoulder to muffle his cries. Geralt hissed in pain as the fangs sank into his skin, but the pain soon succumbed to pleasure and he thrust up against Dandelion’s arse, hands still exploring the colourful wings that were so alive beneath his fingers. Every touch tingled against his skin, hot and cold at the same time, magic in its rawest form, making Geralt feel dizzy.

Dandelion moaned, releasing Geralt’s shoulder for barely a second before kissing over the wound. His husband then wriggled from Geralt’s arms, kissing down Geralt’s body as he shuffled down the bed, each kiss was accompanied by a sharp bite until Geralt’s skin was a map of unfamiliar teeth marks, some bleeding, some not, Dandelion didn’t seem to care. Wherever his razor sharp teeth did break through Geralt’s skin, there was a thrum of magic, building and building inside of Geralt, until he could almost feel Dandelion’s heart beat right alongside his. Wings fluttered out behind Dandelion, now out of reach but still so captivating.

“My darling, my husband, my Geralt,” Dandelion murmured between kisses, gazing up at Geralt with glowing blue eyes as he pressed a kiss to Geralt’s hip.

“Yours, Julian,” Geralt agreed, threading his hands through Dandelion’s soft blond curls, knuckles bumping against the newly grown horns. Unlike the wings, Dandelion’s horns didn’t appear to be sensitive in the slightest, but Geralt was still intrigued. He gripped one of the horns in his hand, guiding his husband lower, moaning with every kiss and bite to his skin.

Dandelion giggled, pressing a kiss to Geralt’s inner thigh, “Patience, love.”

“You try my patience, poet.”

“And yet you insist I’m not a monster,” Dandelion sighed, sinking his teeth into Geralt’s thigh.

Fire blazed through Geralt’s veins, crackling electricity, even as Dandelion’s tongue lapped over the bite mark. He knew there was some magic at play, but it was a part of Dandelion, a part that had remained hidden for so long and finally, finally, Geralt had been allowed to see.

The trust that Dandelion- that Julian had in him was almost overwhelming.

Glowing eyes met his and Julian winked, eyelashes even longer and darker than before. That was all the warning Geralt got before his cock was enveloped in the wet heat of Julian’s mouth, the bard already moaning around his length. Geralt’s own moans harmonised with his husband as his head fell back against the pillow.

He had a feeling he would be in for a long night.

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[bansheeoftheforest]

YOOOOO SPECIFIC SPICE SENSITIVITY/ALLERGY BROS!! Being in a room with cumin or turmeric genuinely makes it hard to breath, but god if I don't want to get at a plate of curry..

Okay but genuinely Feral!Jekyll content my beloved. Maybe the HJ7 fucks with his brain more than he likes to admit, maybe it's a result of ~trauma~, but Henry having moments where he is Just A Littol Creachure, Thas It, He Cannot Change This are supreme. He's walking around the Society at night before seeing a bit of movement, and he starts investigating, stalking, getting more and more alert and entertained, before realizing he just.. fuckin.. hunted down an escaped lab mouse.. like a cat..

He finds himself doing progressively more and more feral things before it all culminates in Jasper catching him one night hunched on the counter, shoulder deep in the pantry, like a raccoon that just broke into the house. He sprays him with water, Henry hisses and scrambles away into the darkness, and the next morning the Lodgers are trying to help Jasper find this unidentified creature. He accidentally becomes the Society's sort of cryptid and nobody knows it's him. Rachel leaves some cut up fish out beneath some air vents ("Was it small enough to be in the vents?" "I don't know, I couldn't see anything but it's eye shines." "Well, maybe it's a cat? Let's leave fish out."), and to Henry's horror he eats it when no one is looking.

Also as mentioned above, eye shines. Side effecy of HJ7 should be sharp teef and eye shines and maybe claw-like nails. Basically, AU where Jekyll is basically a human feral cat and no one knows this and thinks some cryptofauna broke in and made it's home in the vents.

The thought of cinnamon makes my stomach churn as if I didn't just down an entire bag of cinnamon rolls just yesterday. I accidentally put almost half a jars worth of cinnamon in my christmas porridge as a child and I. have not been able to eat cinnamon to it's fullest ever since. I literally cannot stand the thought of it <3 Maybe I'm just... Scandinavian or something but I genuinely cannot handle most spices. My vendetta against cinnamon proves that <3

anywaYS O H MY GOD YES.

When no one is looking or he is wandering late at night, he quickly finds himself becoming more nocturnal, he finds himself chewing on everything like a cat thinking everything is a snack, he just... He just a Lil Boi. A lil chompy boi. Just cwalwing thwough the the night owo. The Lodgers try to figure out what he is but no signs align to any known creature they know of. Mosley tries to search through the vents but everything is so dusty and rusty it's obvious no creature has moved in there yet. Jekyll is just trying to stand on the side lines all worried like "ahah oh no I wonder what it could be" as if he wasn't the one elbow deep into the pantry. The thing is... He just gets so feral at random times, mostly at night, mostly when no one sees him.

Lavender is convinced that they are haunted by some sort of mothman-- probably a baby, if it can fit through the vents and (almost) fit in the pantry. Cantilupe thinks it's merely a stray jackalope that found it's way from one of the Blackfog circuses. Rachel reminds them that the creature ate an entire fish and barely left the bones, Jasper suggests that it was just some kind of uhm... Cat person. Not a werecat, as it did not smell like one, and only smelled exceedingly human, but certainly some kind of cat creature.

It's not until Creature is mindlessly wandering through the Society at night, hears a ruckus from the kitchen, and decides to check it out that anyone finds the truth. He turns on the light and sees Henry-- clothes ruffled and hair wild, eyes glossy and unfocused-- halfway through consuming an entire bag of vanilla flour and left overs. They stare at each other. Henry blinks, slowly, like a cat trying to show affection. Then he promptly tosses a single cinnamon roll in Creature's direction as a gift. Creature stares at him, picks up the cinnamon roll, looks at the way Henry's foot is stopping on the ground like a happy dog, and promptly turns off the light and turns around. He does not tell anyone what he just saw, god knows he barely knows it himself, but he has to admit that the cinnamon roll is quite tasty... If not a little dusty.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

i am once again thinking about la squadra x reader high fantasy AU and im here to give y'all the deets of what i've thought of so far

kind of a dnd inspired setting, what im thinking is human reader got lost in a creepy forest and injured and chased by some Mystery Monsters (probably cioccolata and secco cause i always make them the scapegoats lol) and was happened upon by la squadra who took them in to let them recover from their injuries + maybe get some info on the Mystery Monsters encroaching on their neck of the woods + reader doesn't have anywhere else to go

la squadra are sort of a found family of assholes who didn't have anywhere else to go anyway so it's not like this is new to them lol

they live in an abandoned crumbling fort/very small castle? with a vast forest to the north, cliffs and rocky shoreline to the west, and a city further south

the exact reason for why the place was abandoned has been lost to time but people stayed away from it under the assumption that it was cursed when it was actually just fae sorbet and gelato who took up residence and decided to cause problems

risotto is a vampire and his vampire ability is his stand ability basically, he can control iron. he stumbled across the place in need of shelter and used his ability to keep sorlato in line (cause y'know, fae and iron), they struck up a friendship, the rest is history

prosciutto and formaggio are sorcerers (as opposed to wizards; they were born with magic inherent to them)

sorcerers have some sort of mark of their magic, idk about formaggio's yet but prosciutto has five eyes like the grateful dead. his specialty is shapeshifting, so often he keeps to having two eyes but sometimes he'll blink and then you'll have five eyes glaring at you and if he gets mad he turns purple and that fog starts rolling from the corners of his eyes lol. and he can sprout claws or teefs or shit like a scorpion tail on command (as well as, obviously, being able to age himself or others and back again). occasionally he'll fully shapeshift into an animal. do not suggest he turns into a horse to pull the wagon into the city or he will dust your ass.

formaggio is more on the charms and telekinetic side of magic. he'll often just zoop whatever he needs across the room into his hand, pulls out chairs, will occasionally magically drag his friends over to cuddle. you're not sure you've ever seen him just pick something up normally.

melone learned his magic through lots of studying. he and ghiaccio are werewolves (melone is good at tracking so like, wolf nose!!!!)

pesci is a selkie who wound up in a similar situation as you, he washed up injured on the shore to the west and decided to stay 🥺

illuso is a gorgon. the stone-turning thing is at will so no worries there lol. he ofc has a massive collection of mirrors and took up residence in the rookery tower to lurk over everyone and has a bunch of ravens as his little minions (they also send letters and such and are very good 😍) and he's named them all things that are reminiscent of mirrors: reflection, gleam, etc. if u thought prosciutto glaring with five eyes was a sight to behold wait til u see all illuso's snakes turn and hiss as one

they kinda just vibe. try to make a life for themselves. take up a lot of odd jobs as enchanters or alchemists (that's melone's specialty) and ofc, hired swords. and there's that trouble brewing in the forest that they're very sus of, but at least they have you

you absolutely have nine magic husbands lol

[mothmanismyuncle]

my, what teeth you have!

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TW: blood, graphic depiction of canon typical violence, and i made the bard cry. sorry.

As Jaskier nudged the door to their room at the inn open with his shoulder, arms full of bandages and dinner and blankets, he saw Geralt drag himself up on his elbow. The wince of pain and following grimace gave Jaskier a lovely glimpse of Geralt’s pearly whites, but he’d rather it be in any other way.

“Lay back down, dear heart, I’ll bring it all over to you,” He nearly dropped the crusty bread and soup in his right hand and launched the blanket in his left straight into the sodden pile of wretched armour in the corner to save Geralt’s dinner. “Well, not that one. I’ll give you this and get a new blanket for you,”

“No need,” Geralt murmured, his lips hooking into a little half smile. His eyes glittered with amusement as he weakly held his uninjured hand out, over the edge of the bed, and Jaskier, ever the fool, put his supper in it. Geralt blinked at it and frowned before Jaskier, on every level except physical, punched himself in the face and removed it, settling it on the small desk near the bed.

“Wh—“ He stammered for a moment before Geralt laced his fingers between Jaskier’s, rendering him well and truly speechless for a moment. “Mother of Melite, are you dying?”

Geralt’s huff of laughter turned into a cough that spattered his lips with flecks of blood and brought tears to his eyes, the hand gripping Jaskier’s shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Jaskier dabbed at Geralt’s face with a warm cloth and tried to pry his foot from his mouth.

“Sorry,” He settled on, voice sounding as thick with tears as he felt.

“Don’t apologise,” Geralt chided, looking up at him through snow-white lashes, the crooked smile returning. It send a flash of heat through Jaskier and he busied himself with cleaning the wounds on Geralt’s right shoulder. “Unless you’re secretly a fiend,”

“A fiend?” Jaskier squawked, apologising under his breath at the hiss of pain from Geralt when he dabbed a bit too hard in shock. “The alderman said it’d been a chort,”

“The alderman’s a fool.” Geralt sighed, watching Jaskier fret over a sluggishly bleeding gash over Geralt’s ribs. “And so am I,” He huffed.

“Not a chance,” Jaskier said immediately. “Only if you think I’m not claiming that bounty tomorrow while you stay right here in his bed and rest,” He raised his voice over Geralt’s rebuttal, flicking his wrist and swatting at the air like he could knock the words off course before they sunk in to his ears. “And I’ll be taking that head we sawed off the creature and putting it properly up the alderman’s pompous—“

“Jask,” Geralt finally wheezed, hacking up more blood for Jaskier to clean from his lips and chin. “It’s… It’s fine,” He rasped, uninjured hand looping around Jaskier’s wrist.

“It’s not,” Jaskier replied, but there wasn’t any heat behind his words. He watched Geralt’s calloused fingers deftly find his pulse and the tension that had been building in Geralt’s shoulders leeched out with every beat of his heart. “It’s… You scared the hell out of me, Geralt. I thought you were…” His voice failed him, coming to a tearful sniff that dragged Geralt’s eyes open to peer at him with concern.

He chuckled wetly, dropping the blood-soaked rag back into the bowl of hot water.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He huffed, trying his best to wring the water and dirt and blood and blood and blood from the rag one-handed. “You’re the one that’s bleeding all over,”

“I’ll heal,” Geralt rumbled, frowning deeper at Jaskier’s tears.

Jaskier couldn’t reply without his mostly-quiet tears becoming full-grown sobs, so he continued cleaning the wounds up and down Geralt’s side. He had to admit: it could have been so much worse. When Jaskier had decided that Geralt had been gone long enough, thanks, and hightailed it to where the damnable alderman had sent him, the sight that greeted him nearly stopped his heart.

A massive creature, buckled over on two twisted front legs, had its antlers spattered in blood and buried in Geralt’s side. Geralt, trapped under the beast’s great head and veritably pinned to the ground through his sword arm, was weakly trying to saw through the creature’s neck with his off-hand and his steel blade.

In the end, Jaskier, retching and bawling, had finished the job at Geralt’s insistence right before the witcher himself had passed out from blood loss. The adrenaline rush that followed saw Jaskier somehow hefting a bleeding, limp witcher in full armour back to the inn while still dry-heaving and crying, causing the entire tavern below to fall into a stunned hush as he brought Geralt up to the room Jaskier had played for the night before.

He supposed he made for a hell of a sight, covered in blood and snot and carrying what had to be a thousand pounds combined of witcher weapons, witcher armour, and witcher ass.

Geralt’s thumb rubbed back and forth over Jaskier’s pulse, making Jaskier’s breath stutter in his throat as he set the bloodied bowl of water on the floor next to the bed.

“I’ll need both hands to stitch you closed,” He said tautly, wiping his face on his already ruined doublet.

This time, Geralt didn’t try and stop Jaskier from taking care of his wounds. He stayed still, not even flinching as Jaskier gently tried to mitigate the worst of the damage.

“Can you feel your hand? Bend your elbow?” He asked, taking Geralt’s injured hand gently in his. The fiend’s antler had gone clean through his tricep and left massive gashes down his forarm.

Geralt bared his teeth in pain as he clenched Jaskier’s hand weakly and straightened out his elbow.

“Hurts like hell,”

“But nothing’s broken,” Jaskier sighed, daubing the blood from Geralt’s arm and setting to doing his best to put it back together. “I’m no healer, Geralt,”

“You’re doing just fine,” Geralt replied, voice thin with pain and flirting dangerously with a coughing fit.

“If you don’t stop coughing up blood within the half-hour, I’ll get the healer, coin be damned.” Jaskier threatened before biting the thread from Geralt’s inner arm and moving to straddle his hips to reach his outer arm.

Geralt bared his teeth again, his fangs now stained with blood yet still sending that electric shock thorugh Jaskier’s core.

“Sorry,” He hissed, shifting his knee off Geralt’s wounded hip.

“Jaskier,” Geralt sighed, tipping his head back and looking heavenward as though the ceiling or the stars could give him an answer. “Don’t apologise.”

Jaskier could only shake his head and keep stitching.

He could no longer stifle the sobs that made his shoulders shake and his breath come in hitched, wretched gasps, and once he put the last stitch in, Geralt reached over and snapped the thread and took the needle from his fingers in one smooth motion.

“Come here,” Geralt murmured, tugging Jaskier closer to his uninjured side. “Come, Jask, come here,”

“I’ll get you all bloody again,” Jaskier burst in a stuttering wail. A part of him knew it didn’t make all that much sense to have a full breakdown about it, but wailing ‘The whole walk back I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would have to tell your brothers that you were dead’ would have broken his heart and possibly Geralt’s, too.

Geralt only answered by gently undoing the buttons on his doublet left-handed and tugging it off, dropping it to the ground with a wet smack, before snaking his hand up under Jaskier’s chemise. Jaskier let him pull that off over his head and bring him close to his chest, tucking Jaskier’s head under his chin and pressing his face to Jaskier’s hair.

He let Jaskier cry all over him until the great juddering sobs turned into stuttering sniffles; until the sniffles turned into whimpers; until, at last, Jaskier and Geralt’s breathing had fallen in step.

Jaskier peered up at Geralt to see he’d been crying, too, and it nearly set him off again.

“No, none of that,” Geralt said wetly, a laugh chasing the end of a sniffle as he playfully tucked Jaskier’s head back to his chest. Jaskier let himself be crowded against Geralt once more. He could hear Geralt’s slow, strong heartbeat and he shut his eyes to focus on it, to commit it to memory.

Jaskier woke some time later, disoriented, to Geralt tucking a blanket under him and he moved to sit up.

“Go back to sleep, Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, wrapping his arm back over Jaskier’s back and drawing him back into his arms. Geralt still felt cool to the touch, a startling side effect of his slow heartbeat and the blood loss and his witcheriness in general and Jaskier tangled his legs with Geralt’s and pressed the length of his torso against Geralt’s flank.

“Gotta warm you up,” Jaskier murmured blearily, pressing his forehead to the hollow of Geralt’s throat and huffing a sleepy sigh.

“Right,” Geralt replied, voice husky and breath ruffling Jaskier’s hair.

He wasn’t drunk this time, and yet come morning, he couldn’t say for sure if he felt a kiss pressed to the top of his head or if Geralt had simply gotten closer to warm himself up in his sleep.

[drabbles-of-writing]

okay okay follow up question to the kiss stuff. amity's teef? do they ever get in the way? while typing that i also remembered that they have totally different tongues and making out for the first time would probably be quite the experience. id image that sort of thing would take a little getting used to

Well we all know beta Amity’s teef are big as hell and twice as sharp. Lots of cut lips and tongue on Luz’s part that she had to learn to maneuver around. She complains abt it all the time but Amity just gives her a tired look n is just “my mom is happy to replace them with something more manageable if you’d like” and she never means it but Luz always clings to her w pubby dog eyes like “wait no I love them please don’t” shes a furry and a masochist lads.

The tongue was,,,,an Experience. its a bit longer than the regular humans, forked and also scratchy bc Cat. t’was a weird feeling and getting a longer-than-normal tongue nearly shoved into your windpipe is Not fun. now just to be a little shit if Amity has her tongue sticking out for any reason Luz will kith but also just grab her tongue lightly between her teeth n tug and Amity always spits and hisses at her for that but Luz Cannot Stop. 

[damienthepious]

*knocks on your door* hi hello good day!! I heard you were doing fic commentary and I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on Amaryllis's arrival in the latest Still Need Your Teef chapter if you'd be down to share! (I love her so much and in particular, the way you write her) thank you for all the good words!

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written (OR SPECIFICALLY Need Your Teeth Etc) and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet!]

ohhhhhhhhhh absocrabsolutely oh hell yeah. the new chapter is living in my head rent free ngl.

["Damien can't make it, today."]

Rilla is pulling on her most casual possible hat for this little rendezvous. She's tired from patching Damien up earlier in the evening, but she's also trying very hard to make... some sort of impression on this monster. Arum is already a very bizarre part of her life, even though they've never actually met.

[Arum jolts, spinning with a hiss to face the intruder at the other end of the grove, brandishing all four of his blades in his surprise. The human there to greet him raises her eyebrow, her stance- insultingly relaxed.]

I think Arum is very perceptive, but i also think that he's a little too comfortable in this arrangement by now. He must have heard feet coming through the underbrush, but he assumed it was Damien, so he didn't bother to put his guard up. which he feels very stupid about very quickly.

["Who are you?" he snaps, his tail coiling hard enough to snap a branch in the underbrush.] hissing spitting growl bite growl. something snuck up on the kitten and he's having a yowl about it.

["Hm," she says, eying him with a strange sort of consideration. "I'm his doctor," she says eventually, breezily.]

Rilla is doing a lot of work in this conversation, both reaching out to Arum and also trying very hard to suss him out, to see how much of what Damien has told her is accurate as opposed to... no offense to sir damien, but. romantic hyperbole. She's trying to get her OWN read on the monster.

She also does not want... to blow up Damien's spot. Rilla is waving a flag very hard and that flag says I Want My Fiance To Be Happy And Currently He's YEARNING Instead. She doesn't intend to LIE about her romantic connection to Damien, but at this particular moment, the fact that she's Damien's doctor is the more important and relevant point.

[Arum eyes this little human up and down, distress spiking in his guts.] the word doctor sets him on edge because. obviously. implies injury. which turns out to be correct.

["What sort of- of ploy is this? Are you with the other knights, then? Have they decided this- this- ongoing conflict has been dragged out too long, and they intend to- to deprive me of my victory? What is this?"] Fatalist. this idea doesn't make much SENSE, but it is one of the worst scenarios he could come up with, so he immediately leaps on it.

[The doctor snorts, an oddly charming little laugh, and then she flashes a wide, surprised sort of grin.] oops, Rilla Is Charming

["No one is going to interfere in your duel, oh Lord of the Swamp," she says dryly. "No worries there. Damien would be here to tell you himself, trust me, if he weren't sedated. He's too injured for the rematch today, sorry to say."]

Rilla can kinda sense that if she drags this out, Arum is going to freak. She teases for half a second, but then she gets to the point.

["What?" Arum's stomach plummets, his scales flashing with cold. "What happened? How- how badly is he hurt? You said- sedated? Why would he need to be-"]

Arum freaks anyway! :D because Damien is hurt and he doesn't know what's going ON. He's been afraid of this possibility for a WHILE. In the last commentary i mentioned, the last two times there was a complication in the duel, Arum immediately assumed/feared that Damien was injured.

He knows that Damien has an entire life, an entire dangerous life outside of the little intermittent islands of their duels. Arum knows that Damien is incredibly competent, but he also knows that knighthood is intensely dangerous. For all he knows, his rival is in mortal danger whenever he isn't directly in Arum's line of sight. And, currently, that's actually bearing out. Damien isn't here with Arum, because Damien is hurt, somewhere else.

["Because if he were awake right now, he'd be pulling out his stitches trying to come talk to you, and I didn't want to put that on either of you."] rilla voice you're both dumbdumb stubborn dipshits apparently and SOMEONE has to be responsible. Also, "on either of you." she's assuming (correctly) that Arum would feel really guilty if Damien hurt himself trying to keep a rendezvous with Arum.

["Wh- why? What? Why would he do-"] Arum can't conceptualize the idea that Damien cares about him as a person and cares about his feelings, let alone anything deeper than that. Damien being likely to hurt himself just to keep his word to Arum... boggles his little lizard mind.

["Because he's a stubborn idiot when it comes to his own health," the woman says, wry with a hand drifting to plant at her hip.] Accurate.

["And when it comes to people he-" she pauses. "When it comes to his rivalries," she finishes.] When. it. comes to. people. he.

When it comes to... people he cares about, at least. But Rilla (again, correctly) assumes that Arum won't take that assertion gracefully. Rivalries... it's just the easier way to frame it. She knows the monster is comfortable with that.

...

i COULD keep going but this is already UNCONSCIONABLY long and i should probably free y'all. totally send me more sections if y'all are curious tho!!! aaaaaa 💖💕💖

[daisydevorak]

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? // 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? // 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? // 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? // 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? // 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? // 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? (I kept Kayne in mind a little with the prompts since he's your focus, but free prompts for whatever they might bring to mind if you'd like!)

19: That they're unlovable and that they NEED attention in order to survive, caused by the multiple traumas their abuser put them through. And they achieve that by being an asshole and causing problems on purpose, bullying those they are actually fond of because they don't know how to deal with feelings and they try not to allow anyone to grow attached to them.

21: They're the kind of person to hate anyone that is too bubbly and joyful to their linking, which... Sums up a wide majority of characters they encounter. They're not the kind of person to see someone as their 'hero', they'd probably be feel jealous of someone else's power if the other person was to be stronger than them, but they wouldn't see this as a motivation, but rather a threat.

22: They're the kind of individual to go solo-mode 24/7, they can't really settle down with someone for as long as their problems aren't dealt with and their traumas worked with. They hold such a deep grudge for humankind that they hate everyone on sight, so it's hard for them to develop feelings and even if they do, they won't be able to discern those attachement feelings form disgust and hatred. The best would be someone who's able to work through their traumas with them and preferably someone who isn't morally black n white.

30: Like mentionned above, they hold a SHIT TON of grudge against those who wronged them and even if they killed both of their parents AND abuser, it still haven't brought them closure, they still live in the past and can't overlook their traumas without help. They can't forgive easily and even if they do manage to do it, they'll still hold a grudge but it's gonna be less worse.

39: They like to pain others because they can't carry all the burden of their past so instead or working through their problems, they bully others. It can range from appearance to more personnal and hurtful things, anything that will trigger the victim will do. Their phylosophy is "hurt others by any means before they can hurt you". But one of the thing they despise the most is anything and everything "soft" and "lovely", because they see this as a weakness, something that shouldn't exist because everything is a lie.

48: Kayne is EXTREMELY compulsive and doesn't think at all before acting, pair that with their explosive behaviors and their lack of wits and you've got one very dangerous individual. They don't care for the aftermats because that's not their problem. Their demonic blood makes them more powerful than a human being (they were able to kill a fully grown adult(their abuser AND their parents) at the age of 15 with ease) and often display their power simply smto scare off people that tends to get too close to them. (Like that one time briggants tried to steal from them, the bigger thief ended up missing his face and his heart, lying dead in a pool of his own blood)

50: They always look like they got something against you, snarling, hissing, growling, you name it. When they're not wearing their mask, they're always showing their teeth because them teef be too beeg for their mouth, and they always look like they're frowning because of their small eyebrows.

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

5 Reasons Why It’s Good To Be Merc

1.

Professor Oobleck: [To the class] --anybody? Perhaps you, miss Fall?

Cinder: [On scroll, panics] I uh--

Mercury: Sorry teach--

Professor Oobleck: [Loudly] Doctor!

Mercury: [Ignoring him] --but Cindy’s too busy sexting her boyfriend.

Cinder proceeded to furiously kick her asshole of a subordinate in the shin.

Professor Oobleck: *Grimaces* Perhaps, miss Fall, you can engage in...that sometime more appropriate.

Cinder: [Clutching throbbing toes] Of course Doctor Oobleck, I have no idea what I was thinking. [Glares at Mercury]

Mercury smiled. He’d get it later, but the hissing voice of Cinder as well as the slight tears in the corner of her eyes was worth it.

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2.

Emerald ran from the room in the warehouse, cackling the entire way with his legs in her hands. Sitting at a chair, stumps hanging off, Mercury felt his blood boil - before he took a breath and calmed down. He knew this was in revenge for Cinder nearly breaking her toes, her foot against his cybernetic prosthetic.

He also didn’t care. Focusing, he felt a faint glimmer of his aura getting further away from him and he sent a series of pulses that had one purpose. To remotely flip one of his legs.

Emerald: [Distantly] Ogg fugg, my fuggah teef! [Moaning in pain]

Having effectively kicked the thief’s teeth out, Mercury smiled. Best anti theft measures, ever.

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3.

Mercury: Kiiiii-fucking-yah!

And like that, the third year Huntsman went down like a sack of bricks. It was expected - the moron had activated his semblance, Yo-Yo, and used a powerful telekinetic pull to yank Mercury towards him. But he wasn’t anything in comparison to his shitbird of an old man.

So delivering a flying sidekick right out of an action movie was all too sweet and all too easy. Also cathartic because the moron had been going on about how lame his boots were and (the real reason he kicked the moron in the skull while going at least 30MPH) ridiculing him for not using his semblance.

Vytal Festival Crowd: *Raucous cheering*

The adulation of the masses was pretty nice too. As he walked back to the waiting room, he grinned. All he had to do now was wait for blondie to make it to the finals, put up a good act and then he can test himself against some real opponents.

They might just be Atlas grunts, but they weren’t the premiere military organization on Remnant for no reason.

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4.

Mercury grunted, the new additions to his legs making walking awkward. Sure it was just a few pistons as well as a miniature dust engine, but after years of getting used to his leg shaped prosthetics it was a bit awkward with these new clunkier ones.

He stumbled into Emerald, who immediately sneered at him before her brow furrowed.

Mercury: ‘Sup, Em?

Emerald: [Eyes flick towards him] Nothing. Cinder said her scar feels “hot” again, so I’m bringing her a cool towel. *Eyes narrow* What the hell are you doing here? You said the dungeons were creepy.

Mercury just shrugged, watching her carefully. He opened his mouth to speak and saw her staring at the bulky lower half of his legs.

Emerald: And what the hell is that!? [Eyes flick from Mercury, to the dungeon, to the entrance of the hallway that led out of Evernight Castle] Wait a minu--

Mercury didn’t hesitate. Pistons pumped, his dust engine whirred to life with a sound like miniature tornado and with a shift of the leg, a single dust round shot from his ankle and his leg kicked upwards blindingly fast.

Right between Emerald’s legs. The girl was lifted off her feet for a brief few seconds and her formerly narrowed eyes were bulging out of her skull. Then Mercury was putting his modded legs to good use and charging from Salem’s castle, leaving Emerald behind making sounds somewhere between a dying animal and a deflated balloon.

Sure he had to worry about Salem coming to kill him for effectively quitting the game, but if there was one thing his father literally beat into his skull it was that there wasn’t much point in following someone for the sake of an ideal.

Because there was nothing better than cold, hard cash.

And if the freaky Grimm bitch was out to destroy the world, how the hell was he gonna spend all that cash? It ate at him to even remotely agree with his old man, but he had a point.

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5.

Mercury: You know, if someone ever told me I’d be retiring to a beach with a hot midget I probably would’ve laughed. [Pauses] Then I probably would’ve caved their skull in with a good snap kick, but that’s beside the point! Cheers, tiny! *Slurps obnoxiously on a cocktail*

Neo lay next to him in a beach chair, a pink and brown bikini done in her colors but with a pink cup beneath her brown hair on the left side with a brown cup beneath her pink hair on the right side, with the bikini bottoms alternating the colors again.

Her hands also clenched the armrests mutinously. When she screwed Cinder over and shoved Hush through her belly, she figured her best bet was to go to sea. Find an island. Except she found the Maiden’s old assassin that Salem and her people occasionally tried finding (but to little success, Black keeping on the move) and he’d been the one to charter the boat. He’d been the one to find the tropical paradise they’d been living on the last few years.

It had mostly been a pragmatic choice - neither of them really enjoyed tanning, anything to do with the water and they only truly enjoyed the weather itself. There was a small town a couple miles through the palm trees with a little over a thousand in population who didn’t care who they were as long as they were willing to kill the occasional Grimm.

And so life had gone on. Then those assholes who’d killed Roman did the same to Salem. Word had gotten out. The witch was obliterated by some “heeeyuuuw-mongus purple and gold laser beam!”, that probably meant they didn’t need to worry about the Gods anymore either and the only way Salem would die is if the fire bitch was a corpse first.

So they’d celebrated. Once. Then never again because for the diminutive ice cream themed girl, once was more than enough with a dick weasel like Mercury Black. Seriously, 2 years on this island and he still was calling her a midget! He slurped his drinks! Even though he knew sex was permanently off the menu, he had no problem checking her out or any sense of privacy!

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, shortie.”

He even had eaten her damn ice cream and shrugged, like she wasn’t about to push her fucking spoon through his throat and scoop out his jugular! He was insufferable and he often smelt of motor oil and Hatchet Body Spray!

Mercury: *Sighs happily* Yup. Life is good. *Burps loudly*

Screaming silently, Neo shoved off towards their shared house while kicking up sand the entire way and wondering if those best-friend-murdering-cunt-nuggets would actually believe she would reform herself because she had an obnoxious roommate.

Maybe the cute, doofy looking blond boy would. Huh. Now she had an in - the doofus hadn’t really done anything to earn her ire. Yeah. She’d go to him, make friendly and their friendship would be what would convince his other friends, the titty monster and friend killer especially, that she really did want to be a good guy.

Meanwhile Mercury lowered his shades, checked out the perky booty and shrugged.

Mercury: [Steals her drink] And now she’s wasting good liquor. Eh. More for me! *Slurps*

He grinned as a local girl on a surf board bent to keep her balance, her significantly larger, tanner ass not being contained by her white bikini.

Mercury: *Enjoys life*

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I’ve never quite understood why the assassin of all people didn’t just up and leave Salem at some point. I have to assume Cinder was paying him to begin with and then the fear of death might have kept him there but are you really gonna tell me this man didn’t think it’d be possible to just run from Salem at some point? Disappear into the background? Come on.

Sure he wouldn’t have disappeared to an island or anything, but crack is what I do apparently.

So yeah, that’s it for RWBY for today and probably until I have an idea again. I actually had these after answering Fish’s ask yesterday and decided to get them down since they’re basically the only ideas I’ve had for my Tumblr.

Hopefully people like these. :D