#It Is Hella Dangerous In Some of the Woods Out There

[marengogo]

hi!!

i have some questions regarding the cake issue, i'd ask chikooritajjk, but i'm honestly terrified of them 😞

did the other members get a cake for a pre release track?

ik jin got one for 'astronaut' and jk got one for both 'dreamers' + 'seven', but those are both singles...

so imo it's a little weird that the company would get tae a cake for a 'love me again' and 'rainy days' and not just wait for his album

also i saw them talking about wasting cake, but isn't there a thing where they can have the bakery frost styrofoam so it'll look like a cake? plus the members are given cakes on their birthday and sometimes they don't eat them...

don't want to cause issues btw! if jimin really didn't want a cake, i'm fine with it bc that's his choice, i'm just confused about some things

if you don't feel like answering, you don't have to!

ik you (and other bloggers) are not chikooritajjk's mail box and if i was able to come off anon without causing myself a anxiety attack 🙃, i would definitely just ask them directly! but i also like your thoughts and opinions as well on bts and jikook related things 😊

sorry for bothering you 💜

so i see my ask was taken the wrong way 😞 just want to clear up a few things i don't hate chikooritajjk, i honestly think they're lovely and are very helpful with explaining things (streaming, bts, jikook, queer topics ect), so it does make me sad that it came across that way i'm scared of them bc i have social anxiety and really want to talk to them about things they discuss (i know, it's a me problem, got that 🫡) and trust me, it took a lot to even send that ask bc ik people don't always like answering asks concerning other bloggers wasn't trying to sabotage your friendship with them either, i follow both your blogs and love BOTH OF YOUR POSTS i sent the cake ask bc i'm genuinely confused and had some questions, and like i said ik it was more so an ask for chikooritajjk, but you have been interacting their posts and agreeing with them and i also wanted to hear YOUR OWN thoughts on it i don't mind being corrected or told i'm wrong btw, as long as someone isn't rude or disrespectful (which neither you or chikooritajjk have been btw!!) i do fear that this interaction has only reinforced my issues with interacting off anon with jkkrs though, after this i'll leave you both alone (won't send anymore asks), as that is probably you want so sorry for bothering you both, i truly did not mean to cause any discomfort or issues with my ask and probably this one.... hope you both are doing well and can't wait for more of your insightful posts! — a lost anon

Hello 🎂-Anon,

Hope you don’t mind me calling you like this, if you do please let me know.

I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out the best way to tackle your Ask as I think I’ve kinda already addressed your second ask in my post this morning. See, the thing is, whoever “baked” this particular conspiracy was so successful that many are now really so convinced that the absence of said eggs, flour & milk are actually a substantial part of a lot of the evil surrounding JM. 

But let me start with the easy part of the Ask. “did the other members get a cake for a pre release track?” Namjoon didn’t get a single slice of cake from Hybe, be it pre-release or release don't worry about what the tweet says, just want you to check out the type of cakes Joonie received, if you are interested!:

Two of the cakes were given to him by separate groups of his own friends and one was sent to him by the production team of “The Dictionary of Useless Human Knowledge”.

Now, to get back to the “source of evil” topic, it is very much an issue with the way that Chapter 2 is unfolding. It’s not about eggs, flour & milk, but about the people who found a way to make you believe that eggs, flour & milk are part of the problem. It’s about not being aware of what kind of space your SM environment might have turned into, such as not knowing that Namjoon also didn’t receive a cake, because the same people who are guiding your perception are also, shaping your environment and trying to create narratives that heavily aid in hindering the gravity of real issues that the boys might be facing.

So please, if you can, forget about the cake 🎂-Anon! It’s not about wastage or the performative act, or whatever. Did JM want cake from HYBE specifically? Unless he tells us, we can’t know, I mean if you ask me, he seems to have planned his FACE WEVERSE live to a T, I really don’t think he wanted any. Anyways, what we do now know though, thanks to Tae, is that there is a high possibility he might have not wanted it. Same as Joon.

The mishandling of Chapter 2 is so Ugh! Quite literally it is as if Pandora’s Box was opened and all sorts of shit just came rushing out 😩😩😩. BUT I will address all of these in the post I mentioned that I am working on, so for now, If I could please ask you to take a second and think about the boys real quick. MEGA-Celebrities who have been in the game for 10 years (without counting pre-debut) and not only that, they are part of the biggest group on this planet, they are BIG-big, with big money, and big problems … do you see them losing sleep over eggs, flour & milk? 

Should we be? 

Hope this answers your question and I really do hope you’ll be looking forward to my post, cause, ONCE AGAIN, I REALLY CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH: There is soooooo much in Chapter 2 that needs to be address for-real-real 🤡. 

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

[fraugwinska]

I've seen fanfics about Alastor × deaf reader

But what about.. blind reader? Maybe they lost sight in some battle

How they would be confused meeting Alastor at first: did someone turn the radio on- oh, thats a demon talking!

And how confused would be Alastor as his feelings started to grow towards the reader: he just enjoys their company! What else can he do when they like to listen to him spilling the tea and just rambling about everything because of his soothing voice? His favourite listener

Then.. their relationships get a bit different as in another one relaxing evening together Alastor asks if they want to see him..

And on their confused silence he answers bringing their hands to his face for them to "read" his apperience..

Just thought it would be hella fun to read! Not good enough at english, sorry for mistakes

I love your writtings! 💕Stay hydrated and don't dare to overwork yourself ☝

Hiya lovely Anon! <3 I put my own little spin on your idea! I love fics like those, and this one sat in my drafts for ages - I hope the wait was worth it! Thank you so much for this ask! <3 Warning: Contains depictions of attempted SA, please read with caution - MINORS DNI!

The bookstore was always quiet in the evenings. Well, it was quiet almost always.

Hell wasn't the most... appreciative place for tombs and books that didn't have porn or egregious murder in them, so your shop wasn't really frequented much. Occasionally, a new sinner would find their way in, not yet taken by the unpunished excessiveness Pentagram City had to offer, and would buy a book or two, never to be seen again. The rest of your clientele were loyal regulars, mostly elderly demons and imps getting books for their masters in other rings. It wasn't much, but enough for you to get by, live a simple, modest life. Your shop was mundane enough as to not attract the more dangerous ones the city had to offer, yet held the beauty that only an antique bookstore could, with a reading room like atmosphere, mismatched armchairs scattered in between the high bookshelves and an old radio on the counter playing in the background.

That didn't mean there weren't moments you'd have to get yourself out of some serious situations. On rare occasions, the patrons of your bookstore became too demanding or rough with you, thinking they could intimidate or screw you over because of your... handicap. After all, how would you see the hand reaching in the register, or the little spell book slipping into the inside pocket of a jacket. The blindness you were born with on earth hadn't left you in your death, but the enhanced sensitivity of your other senses made things easier for you. You had learned to take your losses, unwilling to let these moments ruin your confidence in your work or diminish your spirits.

You navigated through the little store with ease, putting laid-out books back into their designated places - feeling the backs of the books like it spelled their names, and motion memory guiding you through the maze of furniture and shelves - your plain, long felt skirt softly brushing this edge and that wood panel. What you wore wasn't fancy, modern or stylish attire, but it was comfortable enough. And who were you kidding? At the end of the day, nobody cared for your less-than-ordinary appearance, but yourself.

Your mind had been drifting around between random topics for a while until, on your last trip back to the front desk, your round ears picked up the bell on your door and the faint sound of staticy talking, coming from the direction of the counter. A customer, at this hour no less! But you were sure you had turned off the radio hours ago... maybe the old thing was finally breaking down, you thought with a little sadness. You hurried to it, still hung back in your thoughts and babbling as you turned the desk to shut the little device off so your customer wasn't disturbed.

"Hello, I'm terribly sorry if you're bothered by the radio, I should have turned it off. Feel free to browse through-" you paused mid-sentence as the air shifted slightly. You had turned the familiar knob but the filtered voice didn't stop talking. Your ears moved around, as if the source was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, trying to determine its source, when the other occupant of the store laughed at the surprise written on your face.

"Apologies aren't necessary my dear, but that wasn't the little device here but me, asking for service. Although I'm quite fond of a little old fashioned tune - comes with the title of the Radio Demon, you see." He talked with amusement, or something in his tone seemed powerful and dangerous. As his words started to make sense to you, you held a sharp breath, struggling not to take a step back. Of course you've heard of Alastor, the Radio Demon, but you've never had the honor (or dread) of meeting him in person. Rumors had spread around in hell a long time before you'd even gotten here, stories of a powerful overlord who'd broadcasted the screams and torments of his victims, spreading fear to everyone, from sinner, to lesser demons, to even other overlords themselves.

"W-welcome to my store, sir! What can I help you with today?" You smiled pleasantly, hoping that showing him respect and going out of your way for a courteous interaction could possibly keep you from being torn to pieces. You heard the ruffling of fabric - a hand reaching into a pocket, wrapping it's fingers around a thick piece of paper, along a low, distorted chuckle. "A good friend of mine recommended your store to me, I am looking for a few... unusual books, hopefully to be found here."

You waited into the silence, one second, two, three. When he said nothing, only static noise slowly increasing in volume, you decided to speak again. "May you tell me the titles, sir?"

"If you'd take the list, little mouse, everything I need is on it." His voice had an edge of annoyance to it now. You didn't know when his presence had approached so close to where you stood, and couldn't decide if that was a good sign or not. You sighed, pulling the darkened glasses off you wore day in, day out, revealing the white irises that gave your blindness away. After a sound like a record scratch, you managed a helpless smile. "I fear if it's not in braille, it won't do much to hand me that."

The other demon was silent again, but the crackling static had dropped, and before you had time to add something that wouldn't get you gutted, he'd barked a laugh, sounding genuinely amused and entertained.

"My, isn't that a bit cliché, my dear? A blind mouse? Any chance you have two siblings?"

That joke was new. You dared to husk out a little laugh, too, your hands gently resting on the counter top. "I hate to disappoint, but no. I even have my tail still, no farmers wife with a knife."

There was a change in his stance, his coat sweeping the air as you heard the list was laid on the wooden surface in front of you, surprisingly not crushed or crumbling under the power of his hand. Coldness swept like waves of fog over the front desk and your hands, you pulled them away with a shudder, confused, but your patron just hummed.

"There, that should've done the trick. I'd rather not want to read my little.... requests aloud, they're a rather curious bunch, I believe. Very useful, though, especially those for more creative types in cooking."

You reached for the paper and thumbed through the braille letters one after the other, feeling a long list of more... taboo tomes you were sure wouldn't have even been mentioned in any respectable catalogue. Luckily, you were a glutton for oddities and curiosities, and with a small smile of pride you found that you had every book on the list on hand. Maybe it was this pride thatgave you the confidence so that you didn't reply and instead swiftly jumped ahead, bustling through the rows and pillars of bookshelves. Every step was calculated, from the short staircase to the tiny nook where you stored spell books and tombs of dark magic, navigating past all the tables and furniture to the particular bookcase containing ritualistic cookbooks. Once you had a feeling where a book would be located, you searched the titles by stroking the backs with the pads of your fingers, tapping quickly and analyzing the material and little bumps and nicks of the spines. Once found, you traced the edges of the piece and drew up a mental image in your mind to check it wasn't bent, dirty, torn or had any parts missing. Your fingers were your eyes, and they were keen.

As you carried the rather heavy stack back, the Radio Demon hadn't moved an inch from where you'd left him, as far as you could tell. It had been hard not to acknowledge him throughout the ordeal while your brain just went on autopilot after realizing he didn't mean to kill you, at least for the moment. On one hand, that was comforting; on the other hand, it was absolutely horrifying.

"Here you go, sir. Please, feel free to check if they are up to your standards." You set the books down carefully, counting the number of thick covers in the stack to be sure and your fingers brushed sharp talons as apparently the Radio Demon reached out to inspect the books as you offered. With a sharp inhale and a heated face you quickly drew back, stammering apologies. He only chuckled faintly, the static surrounding him crackling as if it, too, was amused.

You stood silently behind the counter and listened to him flipping through the pages, turning the books around to read their contents, humming here and there. He seemed content with the lot and you were sure that once he'd paid, he would leave, hopefully sparing your meager existence and not leaving any destruction behind.

"Very well! These will do perfectly, little mouse. And, I have to say, you have a very interesting collection. The quality of your inventory exceeds what Zestial promised. You might expect a few more visits from me in the future, if you don't mind."

The last sentence wasn't a question. It was a statement, underlined with the sound of a heavy stack of bills placed on your counter. Your hands confirmed what your ears already suspected - your patron well overpaid you.

"Not at all, sir, but you gave me too much mon...."

But the air shifted again, and a chime and a thud later you knew he had already walked out, his laughter the last thing you heard before the door clicked shut.

“...ey.”

What a peculiar man, you thought, still processing the entire experience. His voice had been darling, no wonder he chose radio as his medium. You were sure his smile you've heard so many demons whisper about was wide and predatory, but he had been so polite. Even the nickname he'd given you had been charming, compared to the names and remarks you've had thrown at you by lesser demons, and you shook your head at the ridiculousness of your face flushing at the memory.

'Little mouse.'

After a long moment, you finally counted the money and put the amount he tipped you aside in your hidden safe, making a note to yourself that you would give it back to him when he'd return. If he'd return.

Weeks passed and the Radio Demon had kept his promise and visited again. And again. And again.

The first time he came back and you, already flustered, offered to give back the surplus money he'd paid you, he was baffled before he heartily laughed and ignored your attempts to return it to him, instead buying three more books and leaving you with even more undeserved cash in your hands.

Almost once a week he'd return to your store, sometimes he'd have a whole list of books he'd want to buy, and he almost never left your store with empty hands. Sometimes he'd sit down in one of the many chairs to peruse a tomb you set aside for him, predicting he'd find interest in it as you learned his tastes in literature, and he'd hum almost happily when you found a new curiosity or a grimoire that was especially hard to come by. And sometimes he just came in for a quick visit, not even intending to buy a book but just to chat a bit. With every encounter your initial apprehension shifted into appreciation, so much so that you'd grow to eagerly await his return, the sound the bell made when he enthusiastically swung the door open or the slight distortion of your radio when he changed the station to one that suited his mood better.

You were a bit enchanted with him, if you were honest. Not only had every interaction been intriguing and entertaining, he'd been one of the rare visitors who hadn't maliciously mocked or threatened you, or worse. And you found that you enjoyed the small banters you could have with him, the fact that he treated you no differently than anyone else. It was refreshing, and each of his visits put a spring in your step for days, no matter how hard you tried not to think about him.

By the time several months had passed, he became your favorite client and he seemed to have an everlasting interest in your inventory as well as yourself. You learned that he was quite a wealthy demon with a seemingly insatiable appetite for entertainment, and always with an eye for quality, which you vowed yourself to provide in return, if only to keep him coming back. You found you could spend hours with only him at the store over freshly made coffee, discussing various literary concepts and historical events he used as references, and it was a delight to laugh together about some particularly odd rituals in books like 'Old Spells to Cure Thievery' or 'Blood Rituals of the Flaying Kink'.

Sometimes, when you'd hand him a new find or a heavy tomb, his hands would lightly brush yours and his voice would drop and become a bit softer, quieter as he cooed his nickname for you - 'Little Mouse'. With your lack of vision, you didn't know how his face looked nor how his expression would've surely changed - but his voice took on a tone that would be fitting for a date, and the touches made you shiver lightly and tingle and you felt heat spread all over your chest and the pit of your stomach when he did. If your body betrayed those reactions on your face, he wouldn't tease you for them. At least, you never noticed if he did. Maybe he had the grace to simply not remark on them, you thought, for once grateful for your blindness so you wouldn't have to see your own - surely ridiculously dumbstruck - expression reflected in the windows of your storefront. But the physical contact between you became more frequent, more deliberately made, and you'd caught his own quiet sigh every now and again when he lingered for just a moment longer before the doorbell chimed and he'd leave again.

One evening, as you were cleaning up and preparing for tomorrow's customers, a soft knock on the already locked door pulled you out of the haze of your radio's gentle tune. Turning around, you moved slowly towards the sound of the interruption, adjusting your dark glasses.

"My apologies, but we're closed for tonight, please come back tomorrow."

There was no reply, no sound of footsteps and your ears strained to catch a whisper of a sound, to find a new hint as to who was outside. Another knock, harder now, sounded and this time it took all your courage to approach. Your hair stood at its roots as your hands rested at the wooden door, your senses tingling that you better not open - that danger stood in front of your store.

"Please go, we'll be open again tomorrow."

Your reflexes, acting faster than your brain, made you stumble back as the glass of your front doors shattered into a million pieces. In a panic you tumbled to the floor, hands over your face as the pieces broke apart on impact. There were voices, rough and foreign sounding, that accompanied the stomping of boots. You shuffled back on the ground, trying to get out of the way before being stepped or kicked upon, reaching to the walls and bookshelves to find some stability to guide you in getting away from what was coming towards you.

"T-take what you want, please, I won't stop you. Just... just take it and leave."

Your words were shaking in fear and the little hope that a verbal warning and submission would placate the robbers. To your horror the voices - two, if your panicked mind didn't fool you - erupted into raspy laughter and you realized then that money might not be the only thing these demons were after.

"You were right, Hank. This is going to be easier than I thought, look at how helpless the bitch is."

"Told 'ya, Tommy Boy. An' the best part..." supposedly the one called Hank said deviously, and you were yanked up at your wrists and thrown over what must've been your counter, your glasses slipping and breaking at the impact and your eyes dwelling with hot tears. You recognized this voice… just a few days ago this demon had come into the shop, just as Alastor was about to leave, lingering around the shop and leaving quickly mumbling a half-asses excuse without buying anything after you asked if you could help him find something and Alastor's static crackled dangerously. The same smell of sharp sweat and wet tobacco lingered around him, making your stomach turn. "... she can't tell anyone who we are. Hoh, look, her eyes are some freaky shit, 'n you bet her tits 're freaky, too. S'not even our damn birthday but looks like we got ourselves a gift. 'Ya wanna go first?"

"You know me - Don't mind if I do."

With a heart beating out of your chest and shallow breaths, you tried to feel with your only free hand for something, anything, to defend yourself with. You had to defend yourself. Anything would be better than what horrific thing they were about to do. There was only the flat, leather bound accounting book close by, but it was better than nothing, and in a motion of impulse and fear you slashed with it into the general direction you felt the weight of Tommy settle onto the counter top above you. His complice bellowed angrily, making your ears ring, and Tommy snatched the weapon from your hand to throw it away. His breath smelled of filth and cold ash, the skin of your throat burned when he wrapped his calloused hands around it.

"We're gonna show ya your fucking place, worthless blind cum-chunk bitch, an' when we're done with ya..."

There was a sudden, instant sound of feedback, a wet splatter and a horrified scream and hasty, fleeing footsteps before a wave of relief washed over you as your neck fell free from the intruders grasp and you heard a familiar voice.

"Oh, my dear fellow, do go on. I'd love to hear the end of that sentence." A low, distorted chuckle followed. Alastor sounded different - menacing. Bone-chilling. If those words would've been directed at you, you would've been mortified. But it sounded like honey in your ears, knowing who the recipient was. "Ah, how silly of me - surely it's much harder to speak without vocal chords."

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as the sounds of violence became ever more gruesome. A whipping sound, a wail and a choked gasp and two stomach-churning thuds of something hitting the floor.

"Well that's not handy at all - you can't even sign your pathetic pleas now. How unfortunate to be in such a vulnerable position, isn't it?"

A thud, then another - your stomach turned as the room got flooded with a different type of warmth. Your lungs and chest stung from the stench of iron and decay and your throat hurt as you realized one aura had vanished from the store and Tommy was most likely reduced to a fleshy pile on the ground. Suddenly you felt a sharp but warm, strangely long but familar hand cradling the back of your skull, pressing your cheek against a broad, angled shoulder, another wrapped tightly around your shoulders, resting under your ears. It was quiet, now - you could only hear your staggered breathing and Alastors static that had gone down a notch or two. You thought his breathing had become more labored, too, when he slowly, gently, let go and straightened you to bring you to a standing position, his hands shifting into their usual shape as they came to rest lightly on your upper arms.

"Are you alright, dear?" His voice was almost back to the tone you were so fond of - almost. There still was an undertone, a dangerous sharpness. Your fingertips instinctively grasped and searched until they met with the familiar texture of his clothing and you nodded.

"Y-yes... I think so, yes. What - what happened to the other one?"

There was a deep laugh, one you haven't heard yet from him. "Oh, my dear, no need to fret over that. I'll deal with that pest later. I should've dealt with him the moment he stepped into your store. An oversight I intend to shortly redeem."

It should have frightened you - should've made the situation so, so much worse, hearing that Alastor planned more torture for that vile creature, probably even an equally gruesome death like the one his friend got. But his words only calmed you. Made you feel... safer. Your fingers lingered on his suit longer than you expected, tracing the detailed seams of his lapels, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on the fabric, feeling the details of the cool, metallic buttons. And he let you. He stood still, allowing your hands to see what your eyes couldn't.

"I can't decide if it's a blessing or a shame that you can't see the carnage I caused. Although I am pleased that you didn't have to look at the ugly faces of those cretins who tried to defile you." He took your hands from his coat and placed them softly on his face. "But maybe… you can try to envision what your savior looks like, hm?"

His hands left yours again, though you found the sensation and feeling of his touch remained where he placed them. Your heart fluttered as you couldn't keep yourself from running your palms and fingertips over his skin, cautiously tracing his angular jaw, making out the distinct feeling and sharp lines of a toothy grin. Then you pushed further, fingers running along a slight bow and over the indent where his brows arched, his cheekbones prominent enough you felt the warmth of blood flushing under the skin as the mental image of his face got clearer.

You were in awe that you could do this, that he encouraged it even, but he allowed you the tender moment, making a muffled humming sound and exhaling quietly under your soft, curious touch. You realized at last that his eyes were closed for you, the skin there slightly pliant and firm at the same time. With the tips of your fingers, you followed the firm, straight bridge of his nose down the length of it and he inhaled sharply when you brushed his lips. The familiar sound of static increased just enough for you to realize there had been complete silence aside from your soft and his steady breathing. He opened his eyes again, slowly taking your hands away to leave a feathery light, lingering kiss on your knuckles as he hummed thoughtfully.

"Now, let me clean up this mess, we don't want you stumble over any... unpleasant bits." You heard a snap and felt the air whirring around you, filling with a thick, fog-like sensation as you heard your floors creaking, wood mending and cracking and tiny bits of glass swirling around you, piecing itself together and returning into their frame. Not even a minute later the shop felt normal again, the unpleasant smell gone as well, and with it the overall apprehension the threat had caused.

"Thank you, Alastor. Truly, I don't know what would've happened if you weren't..." you started, pausing as his hands wandered gently around your face to put on your miraculously repaired glasses. He laughed softly, tapping a gentle, slender finger on the tip of your nose.

"Luckily we didn't find out, did we? Ah, but, unfortunately, I'd say the night has been spoiled for us, given that there's another vermin to take care of." He walked behind you, carefully setting the accounting book you had used as an attempted weapon into your hands, his taloned fingers curling gently around yours as if to make sure you had a proper hold on it.

"You lock up when I'm gone, little mouse. And who knows - Maybe we'll continue to see each other... tomorrow night."

And then you felt another gentle peck, this time on your flushed cheek, and the door opened with the bell ringing, the faint crackle of a radio fading and his heavy, signature scent of burned wood and bourbon lingering around you as you hurried to bolt the doors shut, heart racing painfully in your chest at the prospect of adding even more parts of the Radio Demon to the image in your mind.

[cakerybakery]

To further the After Eden idea of Lucifer/Lilith/Adam/Eve having adventures on untamed Earth.

I would give Adam an axe as a weapon/tool. He’d be more the fighter/protector of the group as one of the strongest in it. He’d use it of course for normal axe stuff, chopping wood, makeshift hammer, can’t think of a third thing. But also against wild animals trying to eat them. Plus he uses a guitar or axe as a weapon in the show so it’s fitting.

He’s a bit more likely to stick around camp when they make camp. He’ll explore with everyone else but he’s not prone to going off alone, at least not very far. He was created to be the first man and protector, it makes him uneasy if he can’t quickly get back to the group he low key thinks of as his to keep safe. But he has a disproportional sense of danger.

He’s over confident in himself and under confident in everyone else. He lacks a sense of danger about terrain, particularly if they’re in a group as he’s overly confident he can keep them safe from a few rocks or a little bit of water. But if someone is doing something by themselves, even mildly dangerous, it freaks him out.

A half rotting log over a river? It’s fine. Eve in a tree? PANIC!!

Eve I think would have a cast iron pot. Lucifer used a good deal what was left of his power to make it for her. It’s heavy but she won’t let anyone carry it for her as she feels it’s special since Lucifer had to use up so much of his powers to make it. It helps keep them all fed as she now can make stews or boil oats, roast foods too. It’s more versatile than just roasting on a stick or eating things raw. If she figures out bread she could make some in it too. Plus it packs a wallop.

She’s a bit of a gather by nature and does tend to wander off or climb stupidly high just to reach possible food. Adam practically has a full time job keeping an eye on her. He is easily goaded into getting things for her when he says that’s it’s too dangerous.

“But I need that fruit for breakfast tomorrow. I’m sure my big strong protector can get it for me if it’s too dangerous for little old me.”

“Darn rights I can! Just watch me!” … “wait, how did I get in this tree??”

Lilith would rather avoid danger at all costs, not just for the group as a whole but to avoid putting Lucifer in a position that might trigger his anxiety. She carries a spear/trident. Mostly it gets used for fishing. I’m not sure which I prefer she has so I’m thinking she has both. She tried to use a spear for fishing but the fish too easily slipped off so she and Eve developed the trident to hook fish. But the spear is better for protection. She uses a sharp rock for the spear as it lasts longer in a fight but the trident is wooden and carved since that’s easier to replace or fix if she smashes it against a rock trying to fish.

She thinks Adam is too protective. She can take care of herself, thank you very much, and so can Eve. They don’t need Adam hovering all the time. And then immediately hovers over her tiny husband.

Lucifer doesn’t really want a weapon. He’s just as strong as Adam, having been reduced to a mere mortal man (mostly). Which is still hella strong as the only mortal man is Adam, he just doesn’t look it and is incredibly weak compared to how he was as an angel.

He has a bow and arrow, he was a cherubim according to one version of the bible and in modern times we tend to associate cherubs with cupid and bows and arrows so I thought it was fitting. It also gives him a long distance attack which I think would be similar enough to his angelic powers that he’s more comfortable with it than Lilith’s spear or Adam’s axe.

Most of his powers have been reduced to some fire starting and mild healing. He tends to be more of a support role.

Adam looks at him and goes, “you’re a tiny guy, you should stay here with Eve.”

Lilith looks at him and goes, “you’re too sensitive for this, why don’t you sit this one out.”

Eve looks at him and goes, “do it anyways.” Partly to get him out of her ‘kitchen’ and partly because she knows he’s not as weak and helpless as the other two think. He’s an angel for goodness sake, wings or no wings. He’s just as strong as Adam, he has some of his powers left, he’s way more resilient than the three of them, and he’s not going to get better mentally if everyone treats him like some delicate little flower.

It’s one thing not to purposely upset Lucifer, it’s another to act like they can shelter him from the fact that Earth is wild and dangerous and they will on occasion be in danger and they’ll get hurt, this is what they signed up for when they decided to tell heaven to fuck off.

And because I forgot this bit last time. Lilith and Lucifer are married. Adam and Eve are married. But Adam and Lilith sleep with both Lucifer and Eve but not each other, much. At least not one on one and she doesn’t want to get pregnant by Adam so that’s 100% out. Lucifer and Eve sleep with Adam and Lilith, but not each other, much. They’re more a friends with benefits type thing.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Feel So Numb: Werewolf!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Ask and you shall receive

Contains: Hella blood and gore, werewolf attack, gunshot wounds

It wasn’t like him to be radio silent, especially for this long. After he had reported over the intercom to Hunnigan about the villagers all being hostile while searching for the president’s daughter, the line went dead from Leon’s end. All Hunnigan reported to you over your own earpiece was that Ashley Graham was possibly taken to some sort of church and now it was your job to find both her and Leon and to report to Hunnigan your findings immediately.

You arrived at the last place your fiance was pin-pointed; On some rural stretch of long-forgotten road. The cobblestone had been neglected, some dug up by winding roots while the rest had been caked in mud and dead leaves. You pulled up behind what used to be a police car. The driver side door had been ripped off its hinges and not a soul was left behind, only a splatter of blood on the inside and a dropped police badge from the local station. 

You eyed the obvious break in the foliage and narrowed your sight before you followed the beaten path knowing that you were walking right into danger. You drew your gun from its holster that had been strapped to your thigh and carefully watched your step. It was starting to grow dark out, the sun finally starting to set beyond the horizon.

You followed along the path until you came to a very run-down cabin where Leon had reported his first hostile villager. You saw his corpse laying across the floor and you couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at the smell the entire cabin gave off. You wanted to vomit. You swallowed the saliva that had pooled under your tongue and continued on, making your way out of the cabin and down the small flight of stairs littered with bloodied bones. You rounded the corner and stopped in your tracks at the sight of one of the police officers bloodied before you, his corpse had started to rot away.

Leon wasn’t kidding when he said something was horribly wrong.

Following the winding path out of the cabin and back into the woods, you had to step over and avoid more dead bodies until you finally came up to an animal corpse this time. It had been so decayed that no flesh remained, only bones and a little bit of muscle left. It looked to be a wolf and one of its legs had been snared in a rusted bear trap.

Now you had to worry about hidden bear traps and hostile villagers?

You don’t know how long you kept walking in the darkening woods, but you followed right on Leon’s trail until you made it to the village Leon must have been talking about. From what you last heard on the call log between Leon and Hunnigan, she mentioned something about a large windmill and a lake. You peeked around the village, bringing up your flashlight as you looked around. The looming stone church before you towered over everything around, cutting off the light of the drifting sun and casting you in near darkness. As you looked around, you nearly jumped at the sight of a burnt body tied up on a pole. The poor person was charred to a blackened crisp, no identifying features could be made out. Was this the second officer that was supposed to help Leon?

A shrill, faint noise sounded off in the distance, echoing through the woods. It rattled your bones, freezing your blood, making the hair across your body stand up on their ends. You raised your gun in the direction that the noise came from with your eyes wide and flashlight beaming into the dark. It sounded like some sort of fucked up scream; From an animal or a man, you couldn’t make out.

It took you a minute to finally uncurl from your position, quietly cursing to yourself before you trekked on.

“Gotta get the fuck out of here,” you whispered to yourself.

You kept following Leon’s distinct path. What locked doors had been opened, what path was made the most clear, what gate he had to force open with probably a good kick. You walked under a risen metal gate, eyeing it in case it slipped before you spotted an oddly placed crate to your right. There was an out-of-place torch post right next to it, barely any smoke furled out from the top. It had been extinguished recently, maybe an hour or so ago. Peeking up at the torch, you noticed that the embers were an odd purple color.

Where was Leon?

If connection had been cut out maybe less than an hour into his trek inside this fucked up rabbit hole, how far could he have gone? It had only been two days, really, he could be on the opposite side of Europe by now if he wanted to.

The scream echoed once again. It sounded closer this time. Your eyes bore into the wilderness that separated you from whatever the fuck was making that noise. It sounded like a monster crying out in pain.

Your feet carried you forward despite your brain wanting to sit tight and radio in help. A part of you was terrified to take another step into this twisted village while the rest wanted to barge through guns blazing to rescue your fiance and Ashley.

You quickly came upon the lake Hunnigan must have talking about. The water was choppy, the dock creaked eerily, there was no boat at the end of it. To your left was some sort of cobbled house, it had been worn for at least a decade by the looks of it. The door was broken open, the top half having been smashed into, the rotting wood now missing. You stepped inside of the place, gun in front of you with your finger on the trigger as you swept through the entire room, your eyes landing on Leon’s jacket and gun thrown to the ground in front of you.

You holstered your gun and bent down, picking up his jacket only showed that it was tattered. It looked like an animal had tore into it. The seams around the arms were split open, stitches were popped, there were odd lines scratched down the back of his jacket before you looked back down at the gun. Leon’s SG-09R laid splattered in mud, barely visible. You were only able to see in from the faint light of the full moon overhead. You couldn’t help but pick it up, the weight foreign yet familiar. It was empty, bullets absent. What was even more of a shock was that it almost looked like it had been crushed, especially at the wooden embedded handle. The metal was all bent out of shape and the wood was splintered. Whatever got ahold of it has to have been something big and nasty.

You swallowed thickly. Before you could press a finger to your earpiece to radio Hunnigan, you heard a chilling snap of iron close to you followed by a snarl that cut through the night.

You dropped the gun and Leon’s jacket and snatched up your own, barging outside with your finger on the trigger. You followed the sound the noise came from, flashlight clicked on only to see a bear trap ripped in half in front of you. It had been snapped at the hinges. Blood covered the rusted teeth, the pressure plate had been smashed, the chain had been yanked up from the soggy earth.

Whatever was making those horrible noises had just gotten out.

You swallowed thickly, raising your flashlight to follow the trail whatever it was made for you. There were odd marks in the mud and leaves, almost like a giant wolf had tore through the woods.

You heard someone shouting not too far away, gargled Spanish bellowing out before he was horribly cut off with a vicious snarl. You ran towards the noise before you stopped dead in your tracks at what your flashlight illuminated.

It was a monster. A real fucking monster. Not a zombie or some B.O.W. you’ve seen from the B.S.A.A.’s reports. It looked like something straight out of a nightmare. Your heart dropped to your chest as you stumbled back, your gun trembling in your hand. It was big, way bigger than any human you’ve ever seen. It was bulky and hairy and horrible. It was hunched over, tearing into the villager with clawed hands and a maw full of sharp teeth. It was wearing clothes, or whatever remained clinging to its lanky body. They almost looked… familiar?

Black cargo pants torn up way past the knees, a leg holster that was barely hanging on from the strap around its hip, and a shredded black t-shirt just like Leon-

It felt like someone had just pushed you off a cliff and let you plummet into an icy river below. You went into shock, shoulders dropping as the beast before you suddenly locked eyes with you. They were big, furious, slitted pupils drowning in a sea of sapphire blue as he looked at you with a feral hunger that could only be sated by killing.

“Leon?” you called out in disbelief.

No, it couldn’t be! He couldn’t be a werewolf. This was some sick ploy. It had to be.

He dropped the villager and stalked towards you, wolfen ears flattened against his skull, his lips curled back to reveal his bloodied canines, his clawed fingers flexing. He snapped his jaws, saliva and blood flying out as a horrid snarl clicked out from his throat.

You couldn’t let him kill you, but could you put him down?

You hesitated for a moment before you cocked your gun and pulled the trigger.

He woke up to his skull throbbing.

He winced and hissed, a groan emitting from his chest as he brought his hands up to his face. The light burned his eyes wherever it was coming from, the sound of his heart beating in his ears made his temples pound even harder. He felt like he had been ran over, thrown off a building, maybe even getting the shit beat out of him by that freak years ago in Raccoon City.

But it was always like this when he would turn.

His entire body was stiff, muscles screaming as he forced himself to move. He only managed to roll over onto his side before he had to stop. It felt like someone had just stabbed him right in the kidney, a choked shout cutting his breathing off. He braced his head against the dusty stone floor as he panted. He brought a trembling hand up to his hip where he could feel the tender skin as well as two divots in his trim waist. His skin flinched at his own touch, Leon grit his teeth and propped himself up on his other arm and finally opened his eyes.

He was in some kind of cellar, it didn’t look to be well taken care of. There were cobwebs caking the ceilings and the floor was covered in a blanket of dust and dirt. There were kegs in the cellar, some were leaking fortified wine from how long they had been aging.

Leon looked down at his hip to see he was healing. The gunpowder still sweetly caressed his nose from where he had been shot. Looking at his body, he noticed he had been shot in the shoulder he was propping himself up on and one in the calf right above his ankle. He was healing, at least, the skin closed up and slowly stitching itself back together.

“Shit,” he cursed to himself softly.

He quickly noticed that his uninjured leg had been shackled, a rusty iron chain was clamped around his shin, keeping him attached to the stone wall.

What the hell happened, anyway?

He could briefly hear the call of the wild ringing bells in the back of his mind. He could feel the beast inside of him clawing at his guts, baying to be let out again. His memory was fuzzy, no pun intended, as he tried to piece together what all had happened and why he suddenly lost control.

He rubbed at his pounding temples, brushing the sticky hair out of his face when he noticed it. Pulling his hand away, his eyes widened frantically at the sight of dried blood dusting his fingertips and crusting up under his nails. Bile suddenly bubbled wickedly in his stomach as he felt saliva pool in the back of his throat. Did he attack someone? All could remember were those fucking crazed villagers and-

You.

Leon sat straight up, wincing at the pull in his back before he locked his hands around the chain and yanked, trying to release himself. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he almost didn’t hear the cocking of a gun behind him.

Almost.

Leon whipped around, standing and then suddenly freezing. You were standing at the opposite of the small cellar, panting softly with your gun raised with both hands. His eyes zeroed in on the makeshift bandage on your bicep that was still bleeding from the looks of it. He felt dread clawing its icy way up his spine. 

“(Y/n)-”

“Shut up,” you grit your teeth, nudging your gun forward. “What the actual fuck was that, Leon?”

He attacked you. He lost control of himself and attacked you when you were sent here to save his sorry ass. Did he bite too? Did he turn you? There were other bandages around you, one particular one was wrapped around your thigh. The fabric was different than the rest, it almost looked like the scarf Ashley was wearing when Leon saw her last. He could smell her faint perfume.

“Where’s Ashley-?”

“Don’t change the fucking subject; She’s here with me.” You took a step forward and Leon raised his hands in surrender. “Now what the actual fuck was that you turned into?”

[bobbydagen24]

It annoyed me the way TBGO used Creek because Honestly I feel he does have legit potential for a good redemption story and still could in a future film given its separate cannon to the tv show.

heads up this is a long post lol my apologies 😅😅😅😅

anyway

assuming the movies stick to being their own cannon and don't merge with the Tv shows cannon in which case Creek has already been accepted back into the Village.

I feel him returning in a future main film and having a Redemption Arc could actually work

like imagine if in a future film Branch and Poppy maybe hear about some sorta Threat to the Village like maybe a new tribe of species who are dangerous marauders who they hear are heading in the direction of their village.

and will attack them in say a couple of days but of course Poppy wants to go and just see if she can find a peaceful solution with their leader

and obviously Branch would go with her but thing is they hear this info from a returning Creek.

who in this cannon hasn't been seen since the first movie and maybe its mentioned he survived the mountain creature at the end of the first movie by using his Hair to pull himself out of its mouth or something.

anyway obviously Branch is super sceptical about his story but Peppy does say that he has heard stories of the group Creek has told them about

so they are real and Poppy wants to go because she sees it as worth the Risk of if Creek is lying even tho he swears up and down he isn't.

anyway at the start of the Journey Both B and P are Hella mad and distrustful of him

and Creek while he does seem to want to build Bridges and says he's Remorseful for what he did at the same time he still Defends his actions a tad simply pointing out he didn't want to die just like the rest of them didn't.

but I'd have him and Branch eventually come to more of an understanding after he and Creek finally have a heart to heart later on in the story

it could start with them being out in the woods so Branch starts to build them all a shelter is about to give Creek instructions on what to do

only for Creek to already be doing it clearly showing he knows a fair bit of survival skills himself which Branch is surprised by

and questions him on it and Creek tells him that after Chef was killed he was stranded in the woods with no idea where he was

or how to get back home so he spent quite a lot of months on his own being forced to learn how to survive off of the land

and he admits to Branch he doesn't understand how he was able to live like that for so long?

spending so much time alone in the woods he started to feel more and more guilty over his life choices not just betraying them

but also just being a vain jerk to Branch and other less popular Trolls in the Village and of course he missed Poppy and his other friends like crazy.

he promised himself if he did by some miracle find his way back home he'd try to be better and he just thought this whole trip to help ward of an attack could maybe be a good start.

but after Branch feels a second of relatability to how isolated Creek felt Branch still Dismisses all of this somewhat and points out he sold them all out and Creek admits he's sorry but also Rather Honestly he simply admits he was fricking terrified.

he was literally inside a giant creatures mouth and was about to be eaten by something that didn't see him as a thinking feeling person

and just a bit of meat to give them pleasure he panicked like he'd never panicked before.

and when he got out of Gristle's mouth he desperately said he'd do anything to avoid going back in their and dying in such a gruesome and senseless way.

and after that he was stuffed in tiny locket for hours in the dark and besides Gristle briefly showing him off to Bridget for a split second

the next time he saw light was when Chef revealed him to all of them in the cage.

at which point he was in a hole and he just kept digging he was still terrified to die and tried to weakly justify it to himself that maybe it was better for Poppy and the others to die Rather than live with it.

tho he acknowledges himself it was just a load of crap he told himself to try and feel better

but anyway simply put he was about to be met with his worst nightmare and he caved in to his fear he was human he wasn't some pure evil monster like Poppy and Branch thought of him as

( or the Fandom for that matter lol )

Branch after hearing this kinda understands he spent most of his life terrified day to day and he himself nearly was forced Fed to Gristle by Chef ironically something he and Creek have in common

so he understands the fear better than anyone else in the Village could really as none of them came as close to death as the two of them did.

and after this he hasn't necessarily forgiven him per say but Branch is willing to give him a chance to show he's changed

and encourages Poppy to do the same tho she still holds onto her anger which could even lead to an argument

where Branch calls her out on her Hypocrisy as she normally believes in giving second chances to people except not when it comes to someone who actually wronged her personally

but she was more than encouraging for everyone else to forgive people who wronged them like Barb at the end of World Tour

and Brozone in TBT but when its someone who wronged her suddenly she's a lot more Hesitant and against it.

which I feel could actually be a Relatable interesting character flaw for Poppy to have and for her to be called out on.

it always seemed odd to me how in the Tv shows Poppy was more willing to forgive Creek while Branch wasn't when Poppy was close with him and thus felt more personally betrayed.

anyway that's basically the most important plot points I feel Creek has legit potential for Redemption if written properly given the circumstances around the first movie he was just as much a victim himself.

but TBGO annoyingly didn't really do much with his return other than a small Rivalry with Branch but I feel the main movies could do this right if they put in some effort

and he could easily be sympathetic and have a Redemption where he wants to Build Bridges with people in the Village without completely changing his character 100 percent

from the self centered kinda smug person he was as he was Basically just John Dory lets be Honest only diff is Creek didn't get a second chance due to not being Related to one of the main cast.

and frankly he's a lot more deserving of redemption than other past villains like Barb and Crimp given they did evil stuff for much worse reasons

( Barb simply was entitled and thought she should get to Decide which Genre would unite all other Tribes and Crimp was a coward who didn't wanna lose a pay check )

and did almost nothing to really Redeem themselves so why not my guy Creek? lol.

and he and Branch legit have some experiences they could Bond over as well so I'd really like to see that Happen.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS

He'll call you kitten most of the times. Sometimes, he'll call you sweetheart and darling but don't think for a second he'll call you only THOSE 2 nicknames. Dude knows like, a ZILLION other cringe worthy nicknames in history

Yandere type: Possessive, obsessive and HELLA overprotective. Not to mention really CLINGY ASF

Honestly, all yo have to do is just walk by him and BOOM! He's gonna be obsessed with you. You and him walked past each other but Kuroo's eyes followed you since you were so dazzling and beautiful like an angel descended from the heavens

You know how much of a show off this dude is. Well, when he's around you, he keeps showing off a 10000000% than he usually does. He REALLY tries his best when it comes to you and he'll me sulking if you resist any of his charms

Kuroo will try worming his way into you life. If by chance you never saw him or talked to him, well NOW is a PERFECT opportunity since he's always gonna turn up and hang out at places you visit. Be it a library or a cafe or even an arcade. Boi's always there and that's just the beginning of his weird and creepy yandere tendencies 

He's certainly going to stalk you, no doubt in that. He might occasionally break into your room to collect some little souvenirs for himself, you know... stuff that he knows you won't miss like some pens and your clothes and little pieces of jewelry. He'll read your diary as well and if you wrote about any other guys in your little diary, lets just say some of them will have an injury in less than a week. Oh, and as for that guy who's always flirting with you at the cafe you love? Don't worry sweetheart, he's all taken care of. Courtesy of your future husbando

His favorite yandere pastime is to watch you sleep. He knows its creepy as hell but does he give a damn? Of course not. You just look TOO CUTE and adorable like a cute small little puppy that's so peaceful and cute

Eventually he's gonna ask you out. If you accept him, good for you but if you reject him, he's gonna do a 180 and kidnap you and take you somewhere to the woods where there's no trace of civilization whatsoever. But, on the bright side, you'll have a WONDERFUL house

Kuroo is quite a delusional guy, not in a way that he thinks you're already in love with him but he thinks the world is too dangerous for his cute little bunny. So, he HAS to kidnap you. It's all for your safety of course

Kuroo just LOVES cuddle sessions with you and LIVES for those moments when you rake his fingers through his hair and when he's just peacefully basking in your angelic presence. It just seems to make time slow down and everything seems to be so peaceful when he gets to spend time with you. He also likes holding you in his strong masculine arms and admires how small and tiny you look compared to him

He'll let you out as well but on ONE condition: You do NOT leave his hand, like AT ALL. The SECOND you do, goodbye sunshine and birds, hello boring old house. He just wants to protect you and keep you safe that's all

He'll NEVER raise his voice at you even when you misbehave. He'll just shush you by hugging and smothering you with his love cooing how sorry he is for not taking care of you and he'll do a better job and he loves you with all his heart

Will never harm you and his level of patience is infinite. But when it comes to the others, he'll he Satan himself. He might kill people with the help of Kenma since he's his best friend and all that. Btw, Kenma will make sure you're doing good from time to time but don't try to escape from Kuroo. Cuz if you do, they both will be out to find you and Kenma will drag you back to Kuroo and be ready for the anime waterworks from Kuroo. After your escape attempt, Kuroo will obviously tighten the security around the house and will destroy any means of escape. The outside world is just too dangerous for you and his punishments are really tame like just taking away your favorite items. As much as he feels like someone is stabbing him with a knife when he sees you sad, he has to do whatever he can to make you behave 

Aftercare from your punishment will involve LOTS and LOTS of hugging and cuddling. This man is a cuddle monster. And he's obsessed with giving you hickeys. He thinks you look really cute and hot when you're covered in his marks and if you resist, he'll be all like, "How else am I supposed to let the world know that you belong ONLY to ME?''

[animusicnerd]

Every time I read another fantasy book with faeries, I die a little inside and not in a good way.

Anyway, let’s talk about some faery lore I found and probably will incorporate into my Lilia story out of spite and because I like it and wanna see it more.

Faeries can’t lie.

I’ve only seen like two authors do this so far (Holly Black and Emily Lloyd-Jones). A lot of other fantasies authors like SJM didn’t include it which I think is a real waste in potential for how high the stakes could get. They take everything in a literal sense and one sentence can easily kill someone or destroy their if they’re not careful. You literally have to think before you speak and if you’re not used to speaking that way, it’s all the more dangerous especially if you’re a human in the faerie realm. Whenever authors talk about the dangers of the faeries, it’s usually just the creatures in the woods and deals being made which downgrade the danger for me, in my opinion.

Having Lilia and Malleus not being able to lie would just be really fun especially where I’m going with in my story 💀. More stakes, more danger is just exciting and challenging to write because I have to be careful since majority of the cast of this story are faeries.

Iron burns faeries.

Personally, I like to think that Malleus and Lilia wear gloves most of the time because NRC just has a lot of iron things and they can’t be bothered to always check twice before touching something. It becomes tedious to them so wow gloves?? Easy fix for them.

Also since faeries are immortal and not much seems to hurt them, I just think it’s neat that iron would be the go-to for hurting them for information, killing them off and the like on top of magic use.

Iron also burns Maleficient in the live-action movies so…

Faery food is dangerous to humans.

I have like one human character (not reader) so it probably won’t be present as much but I just think it would be neat. Faery food is dangerous to humans because it puts them in a trance-like state. It makes humans want to stay with the fair folk forever as long as it’s fed at regular intervals from what I assume. The magic does wear off but again, if fed at regular intervals, humans could possibly stay in that mindless state forever.

Faeries are ruthless.

Seeing as they like to mess around with humans for fun (example: leading travelers off their paths, stealing items, etc.), I don’t think people should be surprised they are.

Malleus himself already seems to have a short-temper (almost roasted magicam monsters, got irritated when Rook asked why he appeared after Vil OB) and takes pleasure in seeing some of the other students suffer. He talks about wanting to see Azul cry and wanting to see Vil’s breakdown. I’m a little fuzzy on the details but yeah. Lilia also likes scaring people so there’s that. They’re both sadistic in their own ways whether you believe it or not.

Faeries are expected to be treated with respect and if not, you will get punished in some way. In a lot of cultures that includes stealing your children or making you sick in some way. I know that for Filipinos and Chamorros, you always have to say excuse me before you do your business in the jungle or else shit happens to you so yeah. Sometimes, it seems as if they’ll straight up torture you if you piss them off enough.

They also won’t hesitate to backstab their own it seems because from reading up on a lot of lore and Fae fantasy based stories, it sure as hell seems that way.

So basically, faeries are hella petty and would get you back a hundredfold if you piss them off.

Faeries have a hard time conceiving children.

To be honest, I’m not sure if this is true??? So to speak. I say this because I mostly see it in fantasy books, not through actual lore.

However, I do like it because it gives reason why faeries would take human lovers or their children (though from what I see, it’s mostly for entertainment or to get more servants?). Also, if they have a hard time conceiving children, it means that they value their young very much.

So you know, imagine being the only heir to the throne with no other family members in sight other than your grandmothers.

Just imagine the levels of protecting that would be taken to ensure your safety 🙂

Names have power.

This is for my own entertainment mostly. Having a faerie’s true name would allow you to control them so as always, be careful with wording.

Meaning don’t say, “My name is….”

Saying, “You may call me…” or giving faeries a nickname would stop you from being under their control if you haven’t already done that somehow.

However, I do headcanons that more powerful faeries aren’t subjected to that because of sheer will and pride in themselves so it probably won’t be present as much either lmao

That’s probably most of the general lore I’m including for now. I’m no expert so most of this is just things I’ve learned from fantasy series or my own research! Also, I doubt most of these are canon in Twisted Wonderland anyway. Except maybe the iron one since that is canon in the Maleficient movies but who knows.

[cleolinda]

bad and naughty dandelions go in the C H A O S L A W N

I really want a chaos garden. I want to be the terror of the neighborhood. Love a dandelion. What I REALLY love are wild violets, like wood violets? I love them so much that my mom dug up a bunch and potted them for me. The hard freeze this winter took them all out, and they're only now resurrecting themselves. I am seriously campaigning for us to use wild violets as ground cover for the side of the house where we don't have grass. LISTEN THEY ARE HARDY AND THEY GROW HELLA FAST, BONUS: FLOWERS, WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT.

The other thing I really love is apparently called lyreleaf sage (salvia lyrata), and it's this sort of dollar store bluebell looking thing. I remember it so fondly from my childhood, and I've seen a few around. If I ever find one again, it's going in a planter, babey. Also these tall-ass mini-daisies, they're probably asters of some sort. It's like, two-foot stalks, tiny little fringe daisies. And wild snowdrops that take over our yard! And this ground ivy stuff with the tiny purple flowers! And henbit, with slightly larger purple flowers! Oh, and CLOVER, they stopped putting it in lawn seed mixes decades ago. If people usually pull it up or mow it down, I want it. A weed is only a wildflower they don’t want. Given the way literally all of this spreads, my neighbors would HATE ME. I am the neighborhood cryptid and my yard should be a glorious knee-high nightmare. And if I'm feeling really dangerous, I'll throw in some

M I N T

[the-prophesied-disco-gay]

"I'd love to have hobbies but I'm too broke"

"Yeah sounds fun, if you have that kind of money"

"Lol out of touch. Like people just have the money for craft supplies laying around"

My loves. My beautiful humans of all varieties. I am kissing you on the forehead so gently and begging you

Do. It. Poor.

Humanity has existed for around three hundred thousand years. Money as we know it has existed for about five thousand of those years. Humans have been doing stuff without money for most of our history as a species.

Find out what resources are available in your area and get your hands on some and create something with them.

This can include things like "buy nothing" groups and construction rubbish and lengths of carpet in the dumpster behind the local flooring place. Free pallets and broken tiles and scrap fabric on marketplace and craigslist.

It can also include natural clay deposits you teach yourself to refine for pottery, and plants that can be turned into fibers and spun and woven, and minerals and husks and berries and roots and a thousand other things that can be used to make natural dyes.

I have made paper from the wood of a neighbor's tree that they had to cut down. I collected a good bit of it for my mom to do woodturning with as well and she made wooden cooking spoons and spatulas, and wooden hair pins, and pens, and some chairs.

I have knit bags made from yarn I spun from local cottonwood fluff I collected off the ground.

I have dyed paper and fabric and soaps and wood and hair using dyes made from local plants and kitchen scraps and mineral pigments I collected and ground and mixed myself. I have made my own paints and inks and paintbrushes and canvasses as well.

I have made beautiful mosaic topped side/end/coffee/bedside tables with broken tile bits and scrap wood or sometimes scrap metal.

I taught myself how to make butter and jams and bread and jerky and a plethora of other things from scratch through mostly trial and error and bothering people's grandmothers

I taught myself how to make fishooks from a variety of materials

I've made cat trees from carpet scraps and junk wood, and cat toys from feathers and fabric scraps and sticks and string (I did sterilize the feathers to avoid illness and mites and such)

I have made soap from scratch using table scraps and lye I extracted from wood ash. I have similarly made lotions, salves, balms, and tinctures from scratch from collected materials. I have made candles from both tallow and beeswax acquired for free or very low cost, acquired from local apiaries and butchers.

I have made clothes for myself and others, as well as shawls, bags, scarves, quilts and whole host of other things from free sheets, blankets, clothes, and other "trash" fabric people were either giving or throwing away because of holes or rips or stains.

I taught myself leatherworking to make bracelets and bag straps and sandals and fetish gear from scrap bits of leather, usually sourced from ripped or otherwise damaged leather jackets that were being thrown out.

I taught myself to weave wreaths cause we have pine trees here and what the fuck do you mean eighty dollars for some pine boughs and ribbon???

I spent 6 months travelling without purchasing a single night in a hotel room or purchasing a single travel ticket of any kind, picking up odd jobs and selling things I crafted from materials found along the way and ride sharing and camping (yes there was an element of danger there, but travel is always dangerous. Being alive is dangerous. Being a fat neurodivergent disabled queer afab poor person is hella dangerous. I refuse to spend my precious life isolated and afraid)

Sand paintings can be done with pine resin, natural dyes, and sand.

Makeup can be made entirely from things you can find around you in most parts of the world.

Felting can be done with pet hair.

Carving

Whittling

Cooking

Metalworking/blacksmithing

Hunting and trapping

A canoe can be made from...a tree

Please, please look at the world you are part of and realize *it will not charge you money for joy*

Look at how the native peoples of your area did the thing you want to do. Look at how other cultures have historically accomplished that thing. Pretend civilization has fallen and there isn't anyone to pay for materials and supplies. Pretend plastic doesn't exist. You are so much freer than you realize. Do it poor. Live your life. Your desire is the only permission you need in order to create, in order to have hobbies (Victor Frankenstein and Hannibal Lector I am not talking to you).

And for those of you worried about whether this applies to you, I am both poor and heavily disabled. I cannot stand or walk for longer than ten or fifteen minutes. I cannot lift more than ten pounds without *fracturing my spine*. My glasses give people migraines. I am AuDHD. You learn to work around your limitations, and accomodate yourself. I learned how to make myself a folding stool with 3 decent sized branches and some strips of leather or canvass. It is lightweight but holds all my medically obese self without issue. I put a strap on that sucker and now I have place to sit whenever I need, even if it's every few steps. I'm not on anyone else's timeframe when I am doing this stuff, I'll sit when I please for as long as I need. I learned how to make a travois for dragging stuff I can't safely lift. I got a cheap immersion blender because my shoulders can't handle the level of stirring required for soap making and several other things. I do almost everything, including furniture making, sitting down, often in my wheelchair (which I got for free and made a seat for cause it didn't have one and I couldn't afford an intact, functional wheelchair). These things can be adjusted for disability, for neurotype, for location (including inner city), for limited available time (I was working 3 jobs and raising toddlers for a good portion of this time, before I became too disabled to work). Human creativity is near limitless. Use it!

If you don't know where to start or how to find the info you need or how to accomplish your hobby for free or low cost, ask! Ask me, ask other crafty people, ask people with an interest in anthropology, ask local groups of indigenous artisans, ask the internet. Don't expect folks to construct a detailed, start to finish set of instructions for you, but they can usually point you in the right direction in terms of finding the knowledge you need, or to get you past a point you're stuck at (an affectionately exasperated older lady once emailed back with just "you didn't add vinegar to fix the dye did you?" I....had not). Not every craft or hobby will be able to done low cost (I do not know how to make a telescope sorry) but many can, more than most people think.

Capitalism is a cage for the human spirit. Slip the bars baby.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 18

Third POV

"What the hell, Taylor? I can defend myself." Eboni scoffs.

Eboni is both surprised yet offended by Taylor's interference to protect her. It gives the girl an odd feeling that she hadn't felt since her parents' passing. She's never had anyone willingly put themselves in danger to protect her- except for her parents. So you could say that moment triggered the poor teen.

"I ain't doubtin' that....just best ta' not fuck with 'em no matter what they do." Taylor tries to explain, rubbing the back of her neck.

Eboni notices that whenever Taylor does that gesture, she's clearly hiding something. The teen steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. It's true that Eboni still doesn't know much about Taylor & Iris- but she's nearly jumped by three girls that they both know, mostly Taylor.

"Spill. It." The girl demands.

Taylor sighs heavily. She knows Eboni won't take 'no' for an answer whenever she gets that hard stubbornness look in her eyes. "Ugh, fine- whatevea, but we skippin' this shit hole. There are too many eyes and ears."

At this, Eboni suddenly remembers that she's supposed to be meeting with Jeff. No doubt he heard and witnessed everything, but that doesn't change that she'd somehow would get in trouble if she doesn't follow his orders. While deep in thought, the teen subconsciously stares towards the woods - feeling his eyes on her, but she doesn't see him.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Taylor asks, throwing her arm over Eboni's shoulders.

"Uh... nothing, yeah, let's go. You got some explaining to do." Eboni said, looking up at Taylor and shrugs her arm off her shoulders.

Taylor laughs, rolling her eyes. "Mhm, anyways - ya' place?"

Eboni looks at Iris to see if she's alright with skipping school. Iris smiles shyly, nodding her head. With that confirmation, Eboni agrees to let them come to her place. As the three sneak their way off of school grounds, the smiling killer watches- a frown edged on his features.

Once at Eboni's house, the teen explains how her foster parents are still overseas on some sort of business. She sometimes forget how loaded they really are. Taylor helps herself to the pantry while Iris asks for any snack she may want. Eboni leads them to her living room, preferring they stay downstairs.

"Ok, you got your food. Now talk. They don't have cameras here or anything. I have the right to know who those three bitches are. And why would you even involve herself in a fucking gang?" Eboni questions calmly, but underneath she's still fuming from the events earlier.

Taylor sighs heavily, sitting back on the couch as she stares at the ceiling. "Yeah...I admit- I was stupid to join 'em, but I ain't have anyone."

"What do you mean?" Eboni asks, leaning forward in her seat.

"My ma...she's a junkie." Taylor shrugs. "A lot of fucked up shit happened to me. Then she showed up."

"Who?"

"The leader of The Red Riders. They are a motorcycle female only gang. She took meh in, and I went up 'em ranks. Lata' on I met those chicks."

"The three bitches who jumped me? What's their names?"

"The shorty is Emily. The tall one is Trisha. And that bitchy one is Beth." Taylor huffs, becoming irritated at the thought of the third one.

Eboni raised a brow, leaning back in her seat. "So... I'm assuming you were close with those three until you met Iris?"

"Yup. The Red Raiders is so freakin' huge that the leader picked to split the gang inta' groups of four. I was the leadea' of 'em. 'Til I met Iris and Luna. Wanted nothin' to do with 'em at first. But... they grew on me."

"So why not leave the gang? What's holding you back?" Eboni finally asked after sighing heavily.

"Sh... she would b-be killed..o-out of the gang." Iris stutters out, tears filling her eyes.

Eboni's eyes widen a bit, sitting up again. "Wait a sec, I thought in most gangs you get beaten out.."

"Yeah. I got one hella beatin' for wantin' to drop those three bitches..but leavin' the gang ends in death." Taylor shrugs, stuffing a few chips in her mouth.

"Why do you...seem so unbothered by that fact?"

"I lost my rank. I'm at the lowest of the fuckin' low. All I gotta do is stay out they way and in the shadows." Taylor says, looking at Eboni. "Its why I stepped in. You ain't allowed to fight 'em. No matter what they fuckin' doin'. You ignore 'em and keep steppin' get me?"

"Keep stepping? Are you for real?" Eboni scoffs.

She's pissed. Eboni isn't the type to back down, let alone have anyone walk all over her. She's past that. She's done being treated any kind of way - like a doormat. There's no way she's just going to let gang banging freaks bully her.

Eboni laughs, a loud, somewhat sadistic laugh. "Oh fuck them and fuck this!" She shouts, standing up. "You think you're the only one who's been through hell and back? I'm not going to let some snot nose wanna be gangsters walk all over me- both outside and inside school!"

"B-But Eboni, then y-you'll be putting Taylor in danger!" Iris tries to reason.

Eboni rolls her eyes. "I'm not going to go out of my way and start shit with those idiots. But if the shit they tried to pull today happens again, I'm beating ass."

"B-But..." Iris was close to tears. She didn't want to lose Taylor, and she didn't want Eboni to get hurt. The kind girl fears that Eboni doesn't understand how huge this gang is. They're dangerous people.

"It's whatevea,' Iris. I can't make ha'." Taylor shrugs, standing to her feet with her bag of chips. "As long as ya' don't go pickin' fights."

"I won't purposely put your ass on the line, I'm also not gonna let them kick my ass either." Eboni shrugs.

Taylor grins, patting Eboni's shoulder. "I can respect that shit. Fair enough. Anyways, I gotta cool movie we can watch."

Eboni cringes. "....Taylor I fucking swear if its something like twilight I'm kicking both of your asses out my house." The teen warns.

"Nah, nah, it's some action shit- promise." Taylor tries to persuade.

".....Mk." Eboni said hesitantly.

However, Eboni was once again roped into a stupick chick flick call 'Mean Girls', and my god, she hated it even the second time around. The moment it's over, she kicks Taylor out of her home quite literally but gently pushes Iris out. No matter how piss Eboni may get, she can never take it out on the sweetheart.

With a heavy sigh, the teen walks up to her room and begins talking off her clothes for a shower, but her closet door is cracked open. Eboni knows she closed it before she left for school, so why would it be -

Chills. Chills begin to travel down her spine at the sound of breathing. It's faint, but she hears it. Eboni knows it's stupid, but she quickly grabs her switch blade from her thigh and slowly walks to her closet door. But before the teen can reach for the doorknob, a hand springs out and grabs Eboni's wrist, making her drop her switchblade.

Eboni gasps as the male slames her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. Once the teen looks up, she notices that the random male is Jeff, and he doesn't look happy... despite his craved out smile.

"I told you this before princess, I hate fucking waiting."

[vroomian]

I am in love with your new oc. I also have questions. Wives are pushing for more wives to get better standing. Why do they need better standing? Is someone hunting them? Are those clans trying to take away children? Is ocs dad involved? Is there some separate threat/motivation?

Oh man okay that is a question with some world building answers. Okay so wives are magic batteries and the husband acts as a focal point to direct and focus the power. The more wives the more magic you have at your disposal. It’s a status thing absolutely but there’s also a very serious reason: swarming season.

The world is basically a desert and there’s a reason for that. There are Things in the desert. I’m not gonna call them monsters because they’re not alive and can’t really be killed. They’re more of a semi physical manifestation of pure hunger. They eat everything. Metal, wood, people. The reason the clans don’t travel outside of certain seasons is because it’s hella dangerous.

For most of the year it’s manageable. The things wander the desert but dont leave set areas, so the clans are safe enough. They’re less dangerous when the sun is out. Then Comes the rainy season, three straight months of rain — and the creatures start to swarm. Something happens and they become ravenous and go after everything. Including entire clans.

This is where the clan system comes in. The clan bunkers down inside their walls and the chief activates an array of protection around the whole clan. Anyone not inside the array will die, straight up. This is serious magic, the type of thing one person can’t do alone — hence the wife system. The marriage is more than physical, it’s magically binding. When mc touched 1st wife she literally snapped the bond between her and her awful husband. Everything else aside, The one job a wife has is to pour everything they have into this spell. If they die, they die. And wives do die maintaining the barriers every single season. They get drained or scorched or simply to exhausted to go on.

It’s grueling work, and it has to be done by one family at a time. If you don’t have compatibility between magics they could reject each other and make the barrier collapse. The husband, who’s usually the chief because they have the best control and most mana, has to maintain the barrier constantly. One slip up could kill everyone. This is also the reason why no one would care if a chief abused anyone. They’re the strongest. There’s no other options. There are other strong marriages in the clan usually so there’s someone who can take over so the chief can like sleep and stuff, but they don’t last nearly as long.

So: yea there’s a very good reason to have more wives if you can take them. If you can take more wives and you fucking don’t… well. Youd make a lot of enemies basically. Especially for someone like mc, who has 4 wives and shows no strain! That’s enough to make her the cheif of a lesser clan, and upgrade that to major when the children start hatching.

There used to be five large clans, but the chief fell in love and swore to take only one wife. There’s only four large clans now :)

There is also some conflict between the clans naturally. Strong clan = big clan, more wives = more children, more children = bigger clan! Egg, which I’ve decided to call Sparks actually (because eggs sounds stupid), do get stolen! If you can get a spark early enough, like in the first month or so, you can feed the spark your magic instead of the parents magic, the spark will eventually imprint on you instead. The mark on the spark will even change. This is considered, ethically, between rape and kidnapping as a crime btw, so you’d make some bitter enemies, but that doesn’t stop people from doing it! 4th wife’s father is a chief and he’s definitely done it.

[asystemerror]

Drop the blorbo list! Tell us why you like them!

Prompt from here!

I have a lot,,,,, Some I haven't even yapped about on here yet,,,,,, Imma break them up by fandom though to make reading easier haha

Identity V:

-Andrew Kreiss:

I like Andrew for a lot of reasons! His design, gameplay, overall theme, there's so much I could ramble on and on about. I remember what really cemented him on my fave list was parts of his personality and general character tidbits (one being sun sensitivity). Additionally, a lot of what I consider to be my "weirder" interests happen to align with him. Sometimes it's easier to delve into them and be my authentic cringe self with the guise of character deep dives haha.

All in all, I think he's an interesting character. Kinda my go to guy to say "Ah yes my son" when speaking about fictional characters.

-Emma Woods:

One of my faves from when I first started! She actually was one of the 3 that drew me in tbh (I called her the "cute gardener girl" back then). I remember being convinced I would main her, but alas.... only in duos. Despite this, she's stands strong as one of my top faves. I find her backstory/manor game to be really interesting - and weirdly entertaining considering the drama she causes in the game. I really enjoy her general "cutesy but dangerous" vibe. I've always been a sucker for that troupe.

Additionally, Lady Truth is one of my favorite spin off characters in the game! I love a good mystery with a female lead!! I honestly hope we see more of her outside of anniversary events.... She has so much good lore potential!

-Kurt Frank:

I didn't choose the Kurt life.... the Kurt like chose ME. No seriously I never would have guessed I'd end up mailing him. The percypocolypse does things to a man. I'm glad it did though. Kurt has honestly become one of my fave characters, I find him so silly and interesting. While his deductions are...interesting to read, I loved his manor game story! I wish there was more content of him (ex. translated twitter replies) I could look at for him :/ That aside, as a fellow daydreamer, I find Kurt's attitude contagious and his rambles fun. I wish he didn't die before sharing said story, but whatever. Maybe another event with him leading it will appear to fill the void with silly.

-Martha Behamfil:

Not only was she my first rescue main, but Martha helped me figure out my gender (real) (not clickbait). So uh, I do love her a lot for that. I also love her general themes of independence, while still keeping in touch with one's femininity in a way (ex. chasing her dreams to be a pilot while also indulging in a love life). I also just honestly love her outfits and gameplay as well. She's never not slayed in my eyes thus far. I have a very soft spot for her dskhafj -Ann

Annnn!!!! My lovely hunter main. She's sunk her cat claws into my heart and I do not wish for her to let go. I honestly love everything about her. Her backstory is hella engaging (NETEASE GIVE ME MORE FOOD), her abilities are fun, and honestly I find Apostle funny.

She was very quick to becoming one of my faves. I honestly could gush about her forever, but Im trying to keep these explanations semi fair!

-Michiko

I love Michi..... She brings me great calm and reminds me of my grandmother (she had a painting of geishas in her house when I was little). She's one of the few characters I've genuinely nearly cried after reading their backstory.

While I don't main her much anymore, I can't say I have ever stopped loving Michi as a character/looking at cool content of her. She's just gRAHHhh /POS

Fnaf:

-Mangle What's not to love about Mangle? They're like a silly dog. And I honestly fuck with that. I also just love there concept as like a robot nerd, but yk. My precious mungle fungle tungle bungle.

-Toy Bonnie

I honestly was very "meh" towards him for a good while. UNTIL I like essentially got kin assigned him by my old amino friends. He was basically my mascot for a bit so like I hold a lil bit of "hehe lil guy" to him.

-Ballora

I was OBSESSED with her as a kid. I cosplayed her, I drew her, I made fics, honestly I like was fully ready to see this crazy ballerina robot lady attack people. Alas, she only got scooped... LUCKILY THE FANDOM FILLED THE VOID THOUGH!! I love seeing neat content with her!

Don't Starve Together:

-Wendy My silly main! I mentally adopted her and Abagail a while ago hehe. I find them really fun to play, plus like... I think I just like semi morbid but cutesy characters so, HELL YEAH. I'm still learning the best way to play her, but I find it a fun relaxing experience to do. Overall I associate her with great calm and zen. She's a great gal.

MFMM: (Shortened list so I don't put the whole cast)

-Miss Fisher She is the moment, she is iconic, she IS Miss Fisher. No character has made me feel as empowered as she has. Like it's actually insane. She is another character that I associate with my grandma as well as they introduced me to the series itself. It truly wouldn't be Miss Fisher without me remembering the beautiful lady posed on the covers of the books on my grandmother's end table. Its been overall a very nice piece of media to sink my teeth into... NOT TO MENTION THERES SO MUCH OF IT!! I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE BOOKS!

-Dot

I love Dot. In both mediums of the series. Her character growth and overall attitude complements Miss Fisher's perfectly and is honestly such a delight to see. I also find her own moments of sleuthing to be really fun! I love when she has that strong confidence. TLDR: I wanna pinch her cheeks

[pet1teyn]

chapter three: twisted and tangled heart

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Y/N felt a sharp burst of pain shoot through her head. She slowly opened her eyes and attempted to adjust to the dim light flooding the room. She took a moment to take in her surroundings. 

She seemed to be in some sort of warehouse. It was dark, smelled gross, and something felt suspiciously wet and squishy underneath her foot. She was too scared to look down. 

Her arms were tightly bound behind a wooden chair and her legs were strapped to the chair legs. 

“OMFG SOMEBODY HELP,” Y/N whined desperately. 

There was a sucking noise from the corner, like someone was slurping through a straw. What the fuck, Y/N thought. Does someone have a smoothie? Are they not gonna share? I’m hella thirsty. 

All of a sudden, YN saw a crimson flash from the corner of her eye. 

As the shadowy figure made its way into her field of vision she squinted trying to make out her kidnapper.

“WHO TF ARE U” Y/N screamed cutely.

“WHY ARE U DOING THIS!!!!!!!!!! IM JUST AND ORDINARY GIRL I'M NOT EVEN SPECIAL” she reasoned as her golden locks flowed in the mysterious breeze that seemed to follow her around. 

From the corner came a sinister giggle. It was hot and manly and super deep. Her kidnapper stepped into the light. He was…

The most gorgeous thing Y/N had ever seen. 

“O-omo,,, o-o-oppa?” Y/N breathed breathily as her eyes glazed over and fluttered shut.

Distantly, Y/N felt the cold, hard wood of the chair against her back and the chafing of the ropes on her wrists. The warehouse was getting colder and Y/N’s mysterious glamor breeze certainly wasn’t helping her warm up.

All of a sudden, Y/N’s eyes snapped open. The mysterious hottie was right in front of her!

“OMO!! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/N giggled nervously in fear. 

Carmine eyes gazed into Y/N’s soul as the man circled around her chair. There was a dangerous, predatory light in his gaze as he slowly stalked around her, his eyes never leaving her face. The slow and steady sounds of his footsteps echoed through the warehouse as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. The footsteps came to a stop in front of her. Slowly, she cracked her eyes open.

It was him. The weirdo that she ran over in her pink car. 

“...”

“...”

The warehouse was silent as Y/N drank in the man’s handsome visage. She felt his cold eyes flit first to her pink, plush lips and then back to her azure orbs. 

All of a sudden, a tumbleweed blew through the warehouse. 

Y/N broke the silence. “Hey, um. What the fuck. DID YOU KIDNAP ME?!?!?!” Her cobalt windows into her soul lit up in an unholy, fiery rage that promised death if the man so much as breathed at the wrong time. 

The man let out a scoff. Somehow, it was the most attractive scoff that Y/N had ever heard; deep, rich, and utterly mesmerizing. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she shivered from the deep timbre of his voice.

“Oh, darling. Aren’t you adorable?”

Y/N drooled a little bit at the sound of his voice before snapping back to reality and retorting, “OH YEAH? WELL WHEN MY DADDY GETS YOU, YOU’RE GONNA WISH THAT YOU’D NEVER BEEN BORN, BITCH!”

The man raised a single, handsome eyebrow. God, Y/N thought, this guy is like, insufferably handsome. Like, if evil, why hot?

Thinking deeply, Y/N decided to switch strategies. After all, if she was smart about it, she could get out of here AND get whoever the fuck this guy was. He was at least 6K times hotter than all the guys at school.

“W-wait! I’m sorry for being rude to you! Who are you and why am I here,” she asked coquettishly, a fake shy smile playing on her lips. She lowered her eyes to look at the man through her eyelashes, confident that her new strategy would be a better approach. After all, it always worked on her daddies whenever she got into trouble and her brothers, no matter how mad they were at her, they could never bring themselves to actually punish her whenever she gave them that look, like a helpless and trembling baby fawn with teary eyes.

“Oh, babygirl. Isn’t it only polite to introduce yourself before asking for someone else’s name? Mind your manners, darling,” the man smirked as he seated himself on a chair that had somehow materialized out of nowhere. He leaned back, manspreading like only a true alpha male would, and gazed passionately at Y/N.

Y/N inhaled sharply. Oh my god, she thought to herself, this guy is SO hot. Like, I need him. Right now.

“M-my name is Y-Y/N L/N,” Y/N said with a fake stutter, sure that it would make her sound cuter and endear her to her mysterious kidnapper.

“Well, well, well. I guess you’ve earned my name by being so polite,” the man growled. “My name is Sunghoon Park, but you can address me as sir, daddy, or God. After all, once I’m done with you, all you’ll be seeing is stars.”

Y/N’s eyes widened minutely as she rubbed her suddenly quivering thighs together. She felt a tingling sensation down there that she had never felt before. It was strange and unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

The man, Sunghoon, got up from his chair and strode over to the chair where Y/N was still tied up. His hand reached over her, towards her back. With a single tug, the ropes that bound her fell away. Her heartbeat stuttered and then began back up, faster than before. Her breath caught in her lungs as she gazed, eyes wide open, at Sunghoon, the mysterious man who kidnapped her. Unconsciously, her lips parted as she stared at him.

As her eyes glazed over in anticipation (of what, Y/N wasn’t sure), her newly unbound arms clasped together as she shivered in the suddenly cool air. Her breath came out in pants as something within her called out to that gorgeous man who was still gazing passionately into her eyes. She continued to press her thighs together, feeling jolts of pleasure and tingling every time her muscles clenched. Sunghoon smirked, seeing how much his stare affected her and the little actions that Y/N made. He slowly walked back to admire the view. Y/N closed her eyes and tilted her head back, unable to breathe properly under his gaze. 

Almost unconsciously, her lidded eyes dropped to his crotch. 

His rapidly growing crotch. 

She licked her lips. He’s got to be absolutely HUGE, she thought. C-can I even fit all of that into me?

Seeing where she was looking, Sunghoon smiled hungrily. His eyes trailed down Y/N’s full figure, lush in all the right places, perfect for him to sink his fingers and, ahem, other parts into.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” Sunghoon groaned. His jaw clenched, as he desperately tried to hold himself back.

Y/N’s eyes were wide open as her blood began pumping even more fiercely. She could hear it rushing in her ears as her body began to react to the sound of his voice.

Sunghoon’s hand rested on her shoulder and the two of them stared at each other, like they were the only people in the world. Their gazes were full of passion, heat, and some truly unmentionable emotions (horny). 

Just then, Y/N’s last thread of control seemed to snap. She leapt up from her chair and threw her petite frame around Sunghoon, kissing him passionately. As their lips fought for dominance, Y/N felt something warm and slippery press up against her lower lip. She gasped in shock and Sunghoon took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Feeling this new sensation, Y/N moaned into the kiss, her eyes closing due to the pleasure. 

Y/N felt Sunghoon smirk into their kiss but she didn't care. All of a sudden, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, she felt something hard press up against her lower abdomen, something that seemed to be getting harder and bigger by the second. Instinctively, she grinded down on it and was rewarded by Sunghoon’s low groan of pleasure. Y/N whimpered as she felt something drip down her legs. 

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she pulled away from the kiss. 

Suddenly, Sunghoon turned around and sat himself on the chair that she had been tied to. His legs spread apart and he let go of her waist in order to slowly start unbuttoning her shirt. Y/N felt a flash of heat at her core and desperately wanted to press her thighs together again, but she couldn’t because of the way that she was straddling Sunghoon. 

It was like she blinked and Sunghoon had finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaning forward to rest his head on her chest. He breathed in deeply, taking in her delicate and feminine scent.

“God, babygirl. You smell so good. You don’t know how hard I’m trying to hold myself back right now,” Sunghoon whispered.

“Don’t hold yourself back,” Y/N breathed. “I want it. I want you.”

Sunghoon groaned, eyes closed tightly. “You sure, darling? Once this happens, we can’t undo it.”

“I’m sure,” whispered Y/N. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

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[mamamittens]

Alright, so I've decided on a few things and even a great climax for this little goofy story.

Mainly, her family history is very much implied and not typically referred to directly. But most of her family is actually like, FBI/CIA secret agent cop shit. So she's actually used to not knowing what the fuck people are up to when they aren't hanging out with her.

And that hit because of an inheritance I mentioned before? Oh, that's relevant now lol. She has like, a great gran who used to do hella shit for the government and the house is supposed to have the last bits of evidence of her shit. Thing is, the house doesn't have a proper address. Like, Google maps can't find it kinda thing cause it's so far out in the sticks and the old lady had a box at the post office. Nikia is set to inherit it all as long as she can find 'the password'.

The password is promised by the lawyer to be in the house. Which no one who's never visited can find.

Several people want those secret file shits and so, the hit. And all this goes down just after the revelation with the boys. Before they can figure shit out, obviously.

So color Nikia surprised when she has to make a run for it when she realizes there's someone in her apartment. Calls the first people she can think of, Thatch, and obviously he's hoping she's calling to reciprocate but quickly clocks that's not the focus right now.

Izou is with him and they lose their shit when they realize she's being stalked. Izou looks at Thatch in question and he's silently like

"It's not me! I cut way back!"

And it takes a call to Ace (in the city to mooch off Thatch's cooking for a bit) to make a daring rescue on his motorcycle to deliver her to Thatch.

There's a phonecall where she learns of her inheritance and to visit a particular lawyer's office to get the details, which they go to and receive the info about the house and all her great grans assets.

Thatch and Izou are in Go Mode and quickly try and figure out where this damn house is to get that password.

They can't find the house and short of pulling property files in every damn state, they won't.

Luckily, Nikia actually DID visit fairly often when she was younger.

No, she doesn't know the exact location. It's by memory.

Field trip it is! Maybe some action nonsense dodging hitmen with various family members pitching in cause this is the most fun they've had doing family favors in ages. Nikia just thinks they're agents and doesn't ask questions.

No one explains either, assuming she's pretending not to know.

Anyway, they get there and the house is lovely, well lived in if a bit aged, and very private. Like, you would never find this house in a million years if you didn't know that massive tree branch didn't belong there and drive down that road for five minutes in thick woods.

The start looking for whatever this password is and Nikia is admiring her grans stuff, surprised it's basically hers now.

"Fuck, how are we supposed to know what this password is?" Thatch complains, looking over a bookcase.

"Oh, I already know it."

Cue both looking at her as she blushes and shrugs.

"I was going to tell y'all but..." She trails off sheepishly. She goes over to a desk and pulls out a box of fun, kiddie erasers. Izou huffed, crowding behind her and clicking his tongue.

"But?" A little miffed but interested about what she was embarrassed about. Nikia tries to not look at him as she blushes harder.

"...well... We haven't really talked since uh... The thing. And I figured the drive would give us time to do that. Didn't expect all that excitement or I would have said something sooner... And..." Thatch leans in close so now they're on both sides of her, very intrigued about her answer. "Well... Fine. Cards on the table, it was kinda hot how you both took charge so quickly like that. You both seemed so ready to help after the... The thing. I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Oh?"

"Ooh?"

"Well now I feel in danger. We should go. Like, now. And not talk again. Ever."

"Uh, no, I think we should absolutely continue this conversation." Thatch crows with an approving smirk from Izou.

"I-I don't think we should--eheh--sHIT!" Thatch picks her up with a smirk.

Later, they wind up at the lawyer who laughs at the password.

"Cheesecake. The one thing we could never agree on." Nikia sighs. "Oh, and here. The last of her work stuff."

It was the box of kiddie erasers.

The lawyer was her grans handler and the old lady passed before she could hand off the last of her files. Luckily, Nikia knew how fond of novelty hard drives her gran was. Couldn't send them over securely anyway and the handler didn't know where her gran would store the files as a security measure.

"What the hell??"

"Gran worked for the CIA. Secret agent stuff. Like you guys!"

They did not correct her.

I'm honor of my tendency to write/imagine Thatch/Nikia(sometimes /Izou) where he's just like, a (charming but normal) dude, here's something different!

Modern AU where Thatch is part of a company that is contract killer for hire. They're a big family with a shared passion for murder, the contracts are just to get paid. Most do feel a genuine compulsion to murder and sometimes moonlight as serial killers to handle the urge between missions. Thatch's specialty is food based murder. Allergens, poisons, you name it. If it's to do with food, he's got you covered.

Izou's more old school and tends to do traditional hitman jobs for old money families. The 'no one saw a thing, dude just dropped dead with a bullet between his eyes' type of hit. Very straightforward.

Nikia just works at a library, quietly living her life.

Anyway, Thatch is trying to satisfy an itch with Marco (medicine based kills, or if they need to infiltrate a hospital) and Ace (Arson and death by beating usually). Scoping out the nightlife and seeing how much foot traffic is present for a few pleasure kills.

Nikia walks from work late at night after doing some organizing and passes the boys as they pretend to be drunk and noisy. Resting bitch face as she listens to her music, not giving a shit.

Thatch turns to watch her go and they elbow him with a laugh.

"Oh? Found your next hot date?"

He watched her dark curls catch the streetlights.

"...I think I just did."

He can't quite decide if she'd look more beautiful with a flushed smile on her pale face or limp and lifeless in his arms.

He had plenty of time to figure it out... Izou and himself did get lonely when their jobs took them far from each other for a long time. A cute girlfriend would fill the space nicely for either of their absences.

It'd be such a waste of a pretty face for just one dinner, after all.

[petboymart]

wolf!matsukawa x bimbo lamb!reader NotSFW

tw/cw: reader is technically kidnapped, fem!body with fem!pronouns, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, dub-con, biting/marking, degrading, praise, use of little one, whore, pretty girl, little lamb, belly bulge, cream pie, size kink/difference, begging, aftercare

🔈dark content near the end, none except for kidnapping is done to reader. mentions of stalking, murder, abandonment, kidnapping, and non-con. there will be a red font warning before it begins🔈

a/n: this is hella long i’m sorry lol i was also not planning on adding dark content but i just kinda ended up there so i’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted. please take the warning seriously. nothing before that part is extreme dark content so reading everything before it should be fine -eden<3

you’ve lived you life with a big herd of sheep on a grassy farm near a dark forest. the farmer always tells you not to get to close to the fence, as a little lamb like you will surely be snatched up by one of the animals that lives in the forest. the farmer said that he has lost quite a few sheep that way. and you’ve always headed those warnings. sometimes they slip your mind, while chasing a bumble bee or frolicking without thinking, but you never stray too far away from the herd.

the other sheep have mixed opinions on you. some are nice when you approach them, remaining civil and not really caring about what you do. the others, the majority really, think of you as the weak link. always needing to have something explained over and over for you to understand, wandering where you’re not supposed to, they think of you as a trouble maker. you don’t have any friends on the farm, unless you count the farmer, but he’s forced to be friends with you. you want to make your own friends, or at least one friend!

that’s why you’re over the moon when a potential friend walks up to the fence separating the farm from the woods. with dark brown ears, an interesting tail, a muscular body (with no shirt), and some very sharp teeth.

you were playing in the flowers, chasing a butterfly, or was it a bee? you can’t remember. but that was when you saw the handsome stranger approaching the fence. and you, on a mission to make at least one true friend on your own, pranced over to the man who was now leaning against the fence and eyeing the farm.

his eyes lazily rolled over to you once he noticed you coming. moving from the top of your head and following the curves of your body until he reached your pretty feet, then they traveled back up to your face just in time with you reaching the fence.

you stepped onto the bottom plank of the fence to boost yourself up in a futile attempt to reach his height. despite your plan not working out the way you hoped, you still wore a bright smile with eyes full on interest. he glanced down to your lower back to see your tail giving exited little wags before making eye contact with you again, a blank look on his face.

“hi,” you spoke excitedly, “i’m y/n! what’s your name?”

he slowly tilted his head, eyes darting from your eyes, to your lips, to your body, then back to your eyes. the blank, unamused look never left his face as he reached over to fence, grabbed your waist, and tossed you over his shoulder before turning on his heal to re-enter the forest.

you remained unaware of the potential danger of the situation you were in, and elected to observe the scenery. you had never been in the forest before, it was all new and exiting! after about two minutes of walking, you got curious as to where the man was taking you.

“excuse me, uhm,” you pause. he never told you his name, so what do you can him? “uhh mister?”

“matsukawa,” was his gravely response to your question.

“right, matsukawa, ok, um where are we going?” you asked, still exited despite your confusion.

you felt a big, rough hand begin to rub your thigh. moving from the middle and massaging it’s way to the crease where your thigh meets your butt. his hand traced over the crease, and stopped when it reached your inner thigh, right below your sex. his hand slid between your thighs to rub the area only an inch or two from your panties, and alternating between massaging, gently pinching, and stroking the sensitive skin. your body relaxed at the nice sensation, receiving a predatory grin that you couldn’t see.

it was then that he answered in a gravely tone, “i’m taking you to my den. it’s almost dinner time and i’m fucking famished.”

your thighs squeezed together at the combination of the growl in his tone and his hand on your skin, which earned you a harsh squeeze to your thigh. the dark implications of his words and the new feeling between your legs flying right over your empty little head.

exited to have made a friend, one that wants to invite you to dinner no less, you reply, “okie dokie,” in a chipper tone as your little tail wiggles in delight.

you begin tracing random patterns onto his bare back to pass the time. nails gently dragging across his tan skin to form hearts and flowers. in response to the new sensation on his own skin, matsukawa shivers, prompting another question from you.

“if you’re cold, why don’t you wear a shirt?” you ask politely.

“i’m not cold little lamb. don’t you worry about me alright?” he replies, his tone still filled with that dark desire that still goes unnoticed by you. you let out a noise of agreement before continuing on your quest of drawing shapes on his back.

after quite a lot of walking, not that you really walked, you arrived at a cave deep in the forest surrounded by luscious trees and plants. he grabs your waist again, this time to plop you down onto what you think is his bed, only is huge! it can definitely hold at least five people, why did he need a bed this big? you assess the material and decide that it’s fur pelts sewn together and filled with something soft and fluffy. you tilt your head as you wonder what could be inside, but ultimately decide that it doesn’t matter and that you should be paying attention to your new friend instead!

your eyes dance around the cave to find him, and land on him starting a fire and placing some food onto some kind of stick being held up by other sticks. you’ve never seen one before. you’re about to ask what it is when he rises to his feet and makes his way over to you.

your smile morphs into a wide-eyed, shocked look when he pushes you back onto his bed by shoving your shoulders. once your lying down his callused hands grab your legs from behind your knees to spreads them open. he tears your dress in half before he grips your panties and rips them clean off. matsukawa licks his lips as he eyes your nude body, moving to remove his own pants. your eyes widen as you see that he had no underwear on, taking in the sheer size of his cock. you know about sex! i mean you’ve never had it but you know that that thing is supposed to go in you and there is no way that it will fit!

you’re so confused and intimidated by his size that you don’t notice his furry dark brown tail wagging behind him. he crawls on top of you before burying his face in your cute little neck, where he proceeds to lick, suck, and bite dark marks into the delicate skin. his canines nip at a specific spot on your neck and you buck up your hips while letting out a whiny moan. you can feel the vibration of his growl, and it’s the only warning you get before he’s assaulting the spot. sounds of pleasure pour out of your mouth and his ears twitch with every noise you produce.

eventually he pulls back to admit his work and take in your dazed expression. you look up at his and see emotions in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, and your not sure if you like them. he moves to bend down again and in a panic you squeak out, “w-wait! wait! i-i thought you were hungry! don’t you wanna eat your dinner?”

matsukawa coos at your rushes words and panicked expression while wrapping his hand around your throat and giving it a squeeze, not to hard but hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure to your cunt. his free hand travels down to cup your pussy, his palm resting over your clit and middle and index fingers softly stroking at your outer lips.

“aww. sweet, dumb, little, lamb,” each word is punctuated with a grind of his palm against your clit. the friction makes you whine and arch your back. he pulls his hand away and chuckles at your whimper of distaste. he raises his fingers up to admire the coat that your slick left before dragging his tongue across them, never breaking eye contact with you.

his eyes travel down your body to your spread legs, burning holes into your drooling sex. a feral look takes over his face as he growls out the rest of his sentence, “i’m looking at it.”

you can’t get a word out before his face is buried between your legs, lapping at your dripping cunt. he’s truly eating like he’s starved, slurping at every ounce your cunt offers him. his right hand snaking down to thrust two fingers into your pussy, scissoring them to prepare you for his cock, while his left hand pinches and plays with you nipples, alternating between each one.

his mouth continues to lick and suck on your clit, sharp canine teeth occasionally scraping against it making you cry out. your hands reach down to his left forearm to grip as an anchor, he growls into your cunt at the sensation if your nails dragging across his skin. the vibrations from his mouth making your cunt pulse and squeeze around his fingers. his tail wags back and forth at that, while his ears twitch and dart to pick up all of your sweet little sounds.

he pulls his lips off of your clit to lick a long strip from your abdomen to your collar bones. he nips and licks up your bruised neck until he reaches the floppy ears on the top of your head, left and right hands still working on your body, his right thumb now circling your clit. he reaches your big lamb ears, and gives a quiet laugh when you squirm underneath him from his panting in your ear. he begins to nip at the sensitive skin of your ear, noting the way you clench around his, now three, fingers.

matsukawa places his lips right at the shell of your ear and whispers while never losing his gravely tone, “you’re such a dumb little lamb aren’t you? hasn’t anyone every told you to stay way from that fence? hmm? quite a few little girls just like you have gone missing from going into these woods. there are some very dangerous creatures in here you know. creatures that will eat you up, and not in the way i plan to,” he gives a harsh pinch to your nipple and a hard bite to your ear to emphasize his point.

he notices your scared face and presses a kiss to your temple, fingers never stopping, before moving back to your ear to coo, “it’s okay pretty girl, it’s okay. i’ll protect you from all the scary things, don’t worry your empty little head.” he presses kisses down your neck and his tail wags even harder as he feels you clench around his fingers. he can’t contain his feral grin as he lifts his head to meet your teary eyes.

“aww, is my dumb little lamb gonna cum on my fingers? yeah? go ahead pretty girl, go ahead and cum all over my fucking fingers,” he growled out while increasing his pace. your eyes widen and your back arches as you reach your high, matsukawas fingers continuing to work you through it.

he pulls his fingers out to admire the milky white substance before re-connecting eyes with you and sucking your juices off of his fingers. “fuck little one, you taste incredible,” he mumbles absentmindedly as he places kisses along your neck, “came so hard for me, came so hard for the big bad wolf who took you,” you’re so focused on his words and kisses that you don’t notice his hands sneaking up your waist. it isn’t until he flips you onto your stomach and yanks up your hips that you finally come back to reality.

matsukawa strokes the outside of your pussy, forcing a needy moan from your lips and your back to arch. he apparently likes this because he releases a low growl and smacks your ass with his free hand as he praises you, “good girl, good fucking girl. what a nice obedient little lamb i got, huh? be a good little girl and stay just like that. if you move to much you’ll get punished, understand?”

your answer is only a needy moan and a wiggle of your hips, which prompts another spank to your ass, “i said, do you understand?” he spoke lowly

it a rush to please him you squeak out, “yes! yes! yes, i understand!”

matsukawa lets out a breathy laugh while serving another spank to your ass before speaking, “desperate little whore. you really that cock hungry little one? hmm? tell me how much you want it. use your empty little head to beg me for my cock, and maybe i’ll fuck you.” after speaking he begins to rubs the tip of his cock against your opening painstakingly slow.

the ache between your legs is painful, and you truly are desperate so you begin to beg, “please! pleasepleasepleasepleasepkease! i need it so bad! please, it hurts! i wanna feel good please please,”

he hums, pressing in the tip to pop just past your entrance, “mmhm, you sound so pretty little lamb. gimme a little more baby, come on, don’t be shy.”

you can feel the rise and fall of his chest increase and he slowly inches more and more of his cock into you, giving you short and shallow thrusts to help your walls open up. but you want more, so you begin to beg again, “ahh, ahhh! please please please, mmhahhh! matsu- ah please,” you whine out.

his self control runs out upon hearing your breathy whine of his name. he begins to thrust into you at a rapid pace. right hand digging his nails into your soft hips, right hand moving to circle your clit. he leans his body over yours, pressing his chest into your back, to bite and suck on the back of your neck and shoulders, leaving a deep bite mark in the area where your neck meets your left shoulder. the new angle combined with the over stimulation and pressure on your clit pushes you over the edge for the second time.

matsukawas hips stutter as you clench around him. he allows you to ride out your high before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back. his eyes look to where you connect and you swear his eyes go all black. he can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach with every thrust, he moves one of his hands to press down onto it, which makes your back arch and a broken gasp mixed with a moan to leave your throat. the thumb of the hand pressing on the bulge his cock creates can reach your clit to circle it. he begins to thrust even faster as he takes in your size compared to his.

your mind is completely fuzzy, and you can’t form a single coherent thought. all you can think is matsukawa, matsukawa, matsukawa. and apparently you were babbling your thoughts, or lack thereof, because the man himself reached a his free hand up to close around your throat and force your rolled back eyes to meet his.

the moment he makes eye contact with you, a sinister smile takes over his handsome face, brown ears perked at attention. “di-ah fuck-did i fuck my little lamb stupid? yeah, i fuckin did, oh fuck yeah-“ he cuts off his own sentence with slurs of pleasure and he presses down on your stomach even harder as his pace becomes sloppy. he places his lips back at the shell of your fuzzy ear, “i’m gonna fill you up, mmhm fuck yes, you want me to fill you up little one? shit- i’m gonna fuck my little lamb full, shitshit-fuckfuckfuck-“

the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, along with his and tightening around your throat and the hard bite on your neck prompts your third orgasm. your vision goes black and you think you passed out for a second. matsukawas continues to give short thrusts to empty his balls and ride out his high.

after you’ve both come down he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, sparking cute giggles from you that he absolutely needs to hear more of. he slowly stands, cock still inside of you, picking you up with him and carrying you over to what looks like a bath tub. he doesn’t pull out of you until you’re both fully submerged, lifting you off of his lap just enough for his softening cock to slide out, then setting you back down on his thighs. the water is warm and relaxing and you elect to rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him when he begins to stroke you back, massage your muscles, and play with your hair, tail, and ears. his own tail wagging and causing a slight wave in the water, but you’re much to tired to notice. 

“did that feel good little lamb?” he asks softly. you him and nod your head against his chest. he smiles before asking another question, “so you wanna stay here with me, right little one? so i can make you feel good whenever you want?” this prompted a more enthusiastic response, a more energetic nod and a little wiggle of your butt and tail. his hands begin to wander up from massaging your thighs, nearing your cum filled sex as he speaks again, “and you liked making me feel good, didn’t you pretty girl?”

“uh-huh, wan you to feel good too,” you slur out quietly, exhaustion clear in your voice.

“that’s a good girl,” he hums in response, fingers ghosting over the outside of your pussy, seemingly thinking of what to say next.

🔈dark content warning, do not continue of you aren’t comfortable with that kind of content🔈

“little one,” he begins, clearly trying to get your attention. once you make eye contact with him he begins again, “do you know a lot about wolves baby? can you tell me what you know about them?”

“umm,” you start, wracking your brain for what you were taught on wolf safety back at the farm, “wolves are big and strong, and they um…oh! they live in packs!” you finish brightly, proud of your memory in your still blissful state.

“that’s right little one! good job, good girl,” matsukawa said in a praising, but still laid back tone, while scratching your head and massaging your ass. “well wolf people live in packs too baby. but it’s a little different when it comes to mates, okay? instead of every member of a pack having a mate for themselves, they all share one. and we have been looking for one that we all like for fucking ages,” his eyes flutter shut as his head lolls back to rest against the side of the tub and a firm squeeze is given to your ass, “it’s always ‘this ones to tall’ or ‘this ones to short’ or ‘this one cries when i touch her’ or ‘she won’t stop screaming’ and it was getting so. fucking. annoying. especially when we had to get rid of em.”

he releases a long, stress filled sigh before raising his head a locking eyes with you. he smiles softly at your curious expression. despite understanding that he had a pack, you were still confused on the other parts of what he said. “when you had to get rid of who?” you ask in that sweet tone that he loves oh so much.

“well, we would all go out and look for a mate. when we found one we all liked, we would take her here and uhh,” he searched for the right words for a moment, “show her what we need her for. but sometimes the mate we picked didn’t want to help us,” you pout at the fact that someone wouldn’t want to help them, and he smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead and continuing, “so we had to get rid of em. one way or the other. we usually leave em in the woods, but sometimes one would piss one of us off a little to much and uh, it wouldn’t end very well.”

“are you the ones who were taking lambs from the farm?” you asked with a cute head tilt.

“yes, we were little one. but none of them were nearly as sweet as you are,” he said while peppering kisses on your face and pulling you close, clearly trying to change the topic. and it worked because your stupid little brain didn’t pick up on it, or the implications of his prior statement about ‘getting rid of them’.

“so, do you wanna meet the pack little lamb? they’re all very exited to meet you,” he spoke softly into your ear.

“yeah! i wanna meet them!” you said back excitedly.

because of his position, you couldn’t see the sinister smile spread across his face, baring his sharp teeth, when he replies, “perfect pretty girl. i just know that oikawa, iwa, and maki are gonna love you,” he placed a kiss on your head before continuing, “and i think kyotani will like you enough to not bang up your pretty face,” he strokes your cheek with a sigh, “i really hope so, i prefer you without claw marks.”

a/n: sorry this took so long, i had a depression meltdown 😗✌️ but i’m fine now lol. i hope you enjoyed !! this one kinda got away from me lol -eden<3

[devilgenics]

Hello! I heard that you do creepypasty request, and wanted to know if you could do masky x reader hcs. Maybe with the difference between your masky and tim with the reader, if there are any. Please and thank you.

Of course I can do that!! And thank you so so much for your request!! Feel free to request again if you want :3

Masky/Tim Wright x reader headcanons

Tim Wright:

Cares about you so much

Literally wants to keep you away from all the bad stuff he does

Tries to hide as much of it from you as possible

He doesn't want you to deal with this too

Is sometimes gone for about 2 weeks because of his missions

He just misses you during these times and tries to finish his business as quick as possible so he can go back to you

Tells you that he works at a truck company or anything like that

Yes, he is lying to you.

Tim living a small cabin somewhere located in the woods with you

The day you moved to his place he couldn't stop smiling the whole day

You problaby decorated 80 % of that place

And he loves it

He also loves to spend time with you

Whatever it is, could be cooking together, just spending time outside or doing something completely new, he'll try it out

Actually very skilled with patching you up when you get hurt

He is letting you wear his clothes and complains that he doesn't have anything to wear now, but of course he likes it when you wear his stuff

But there also some negative things:

Let's all face it, he smokes a lot and drinks too

Of course you are not thrilled about this and you tried to talk him out of it but our man is very stubborn

Like mentioned before, he's sometimes gone for a long time

And the probably worst thing about him is:

Masky:

You notice that Tim is off sometimes

You guys don't argue often, but when you do, it is intense.

It's these times where he just goes in a room or disappears for a few hours to calm down

For your own safety, it's better to leave him alone

While Tim loves you, Masky doesn't even want you in his life

He can't really feel or understand love after everything he's been trough

He can't see the loving and caring person you are that Tim loves so much

He doesn't need a partner, he just wants to be alone

Come to close to him and he will push you away

Takes over the missions

Would definitely unalive you but keeps you alive for Tim

Has a place in the ranking "Top 10 worst boyfriends"

So there is a huge difference between Tim and Masky, while one actually tries his best to live a normal life with you, it's hella dangerous with the other one.