#MUST PROTECT MY TINY HUMAN MATE

[moonlightsolo]

I send so many requests hahahaa

Feel like it would be SO cute if you’re out in the forest and you find a thanator pup lost and abandoned but it clings on to so you adopt it. Then Neteyam is like how wtf??? But he lets you keep it despite his concerned reaction and it becomes your pet :,)

CUUUUUUTE!!! & i love every request you make pls don’t stop sending them (i promise i’ll get to every one even if i’m slow)

“c’mon ‘teyam!! let’s go!” you cry out to your boyfriend. his large four-fingered hand is clasped in your two tiny ones as you attempt to tug him forward.

he’s staring down at you with a playful annoyed look, not budging from his spot planted in the dirt.

“pleeeeeeaaaaase! i wanna go see them! we don’t have to get close, i just wanna look! they’re so cute!” your voice whines, which makes his ears flick from the sound.

neteyam grimaces from your squeaky voice and plants a large hand on top of your head, “okay, okay fine. just don’t whine like that again.” he laughs with a shake of his head.

he turns his hand in yours to grasp your tiny fist tightly in his palm to lead you farther into the jungle, “come on, ma yawntutsyìp.”

the little nickname makes your heart warm in your chest. his little loved one.

“thank you! thank you! thank you!” you exclaim excitedly with the biggest grin on your face.

your tall blue boyfriend looks down at you in awe from your excitement. he smiles because he is the one that made you feel this way— he loves when you’re happy.

the tall na’vi boy bends down to your height, allowing you to hop on his back so he could climb the trees without you falling behind. he hops from branch to branch, which makes you squeal out in fear and also from the adrenaline. he’s just so quick, and knows exactly where to grab and plant his feet.

neteyam slows down as he nears a sunny clearing below. he sinks down to his stomach to crawl forward to the edge, his wide eyes darting around to examine the area. his new position lets you slide off of his back onto the branch next to him, to crawl forward and lean over the side too.

your eyes instantly spot a homemade nest in the shadows, big enough for a few thanators to rest in. “where are they?” your voice whispers out to him.

“patience…” he breathes out quietly into the warm air, sending a cheeky smirk your way. you roll your eyes at him, which just makes him smirk more.

how must you be patient when you’ve been waiting all season for this? through the mating season, and through the gestation period, and now finally the calfs are born!

you keep your eyes trained on the sunny patch of grass, looking around the perimeter of trees for the mother thanator; or even any sign of the babies.

you looooove babies— and when they come in cute forms, like little alien creatures from pandora, you somehow love them even more.

rustling to the side makes your eyes dart to the shadows as a large black cat-like figure emerges from the brush. it’s the mother, and she’s dragging food back to her babies.

she drops the meat in the center of the field, before calling out to her babies with a rumbling, clicking noise.

sudden chirps grow louder as a dozen of baby thanators emerge from the nest. yipping, and growling as they feast on the meat of the animal their mother hunted.

neteyam watches you as your face brightens from the sight of the babies you’ve been waiting so long for. you could do without the blood, and the guts, but it’s so fascinating to you.

as a human on a foreign planet, surrounded by the most fascinating flora and creatures, you feel in your element; you belong here.

one at a time, the babies retreat back into the safety of their nest to leave their mother with the leftovers. she quickly eats the rest of the carcass, before crawling into the next with her children. her large head sticks out to patrol the area with her eyes, protectively.

“oh my god, neteyam. that’s so amazing.” you breathe out, almost breathless from the experience. he smiles at you from the side, his hand comes up to rub the top of your head.

sometimes he doesn’t understand why you get so excited over the animals on pandora, but he knows it’s because you didn’t grow up here like him.

“the circle of life can be prrrretty fascinating.” he chuckles, and goes to stand up in the tree. he stays slightly crouched from the branches above his head. his attention is undivided now, only staring at you.

“wanna go back now?” he watches how your shoulders drop slightly, “we can come back— don’t worry.” he adds with a chuckle.

“yeah, we can go.” you sigh in defeat, sliding behind his back to climb onto him, “wanna go find some of your favorite fruit?” neteyam offers as his hands wrap around your thighs, once they wrap around his waist.

he wants to get your mind off of the animals for a little bit, and he knows exactly where the tree is planted in the jungle, “ooh yes!” you exclaim happily with a giant grin.

neteyam grins from your response and takes off in a sprint once he’s sure you’re secured on his back. he leaps between the giant trees, before leaping off of a branch to grab ahold of a vine.

you squeal loudly with barking laughter as it feels as if you’re free falling in the air, until his feet hit the ground. he lets you down easily by swinging you off his back with one hand strongly grasping your behind.

a flush settles on your chest, and heat rises in your chest from his hand on your ass. it isn’t uncommon for him to grab your body, but it always makes you flustered every single time.

neteyam can’t help but swoop down to peck your lips, before standing back up to his full height. his hands grasps yours to lead you through the vegetation. he bends underneath fallen logs while you can continue to stand up straight from your height. it humors you how tall your boyfriend is.

your eyes almost sparkle as you spot the brightly colored tree covered in round pink fruits. the colors are almost flourescent from the sunset growing nearer.

before you could even reach the tree, something to your side rustles in the brush. you and neteyam halt in your spot to try and find where the noise came from.

your body jolts when a soft cry echoes from the bush, and neteyam instinctively slides in front of you for protection.

before you could even try to leave, a small body tumbles from the bush and waddles up to neteyam’s feet.

“what is it?!! what is it?!” you hide your face in his back, covering your face with your hands.

neteyam almost laughs at how ironic this is, “a thanator… a baby.” he coos as he bends down to its level, but the baby lets out a menancing hiss.

“woah, woah.” neteyam backs up slightly, pushing you farther behind him. if the baby would charge at you both, he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick it into the jungle for your own safety.

“a what?!” you shriek, and push him out of the way to look in front of him. you barely push him though, he honestly just moves out of the way for you.

once you see the sleek black skin of the thanator baby, you instantaneously drop to your knees in front of it. “hi! oh my gosh you’re so cute!” you softly squeal at it.

the baby cowers back toward the bush, it’s little legs shake as it hisses weakly at you. “don’t worry, buddy. i promise i’m not mean. are you hurt?” you ask if it would actually answer you.

neteyam really doesn’t understand how you think the babies are cute, he actually finds them quite terrifying and kind of ugly.

the baby whines as it’s eyes worriedly dart between you and the na’vi boy behind you, “‘teyam, back up!” you hush at him through your teeth.

your boyfriend feels overly protective over you right now, but he obliges and takes a step back. you intently watch how the animal takes a hesitant step toward you, it’s body still trembling in fear.

“it’s okay.” your soft tone soothes the child as it draws closer to you.

neteyam’s hand rests on the handle of his blade, ready to step forward at any given moment if the thing attacks you. his brain clouds with confusion as the predator climbs into your lap and curls up into a ball.

his hand drops from his sheathed knife as his eyes take in what just happened. your small hand gently carressss the top of the baby’s head as it lays in the crook of your legs.

“are you serious?” he mumbles out in shock, but still smiles at the scene in front of him.

“i can’t believe this is happening right now.” you breathe out shakily and look up at neteyam towering over you.

“i cannot explain how confused i am.” he replies, his big round eyes are somehow even wider as he gawks.

a crack of thunder in the sky makes the baby shake even harder, and whine quietly under its heavy breathing. “we have to take it back with us.”

“are you crazy? we can’t do that.” neteyam shakes his head in disagreement. there’s no way his parents would allow him to bring such a predator into the village. he would be lectured for who knows how long.

“well, we can’t just leave it out here by itself!” you retaliate with a stern voice. you know, that you would never be able to live with yourself if you left this poor animal to fend for itself.

“it’s almost as big as you, my love. how will you take care of it?” he points out, which is very true.

“i have to. i won’t be able to live with my decision to leave her out here in the storm by herself…” you trail off as you scratch behind her ears. the animal purrs in your lap, making you grin.

“okay, fine. come on. we gotta get back to camp before the storm hits us.” neteyam sighs as he watches you stand up with the heavy creature in your arms. he can tell you’re struggling a bit, but you still have the biggest smile on your face.

“you alright?” he asks with a little chuckle, and eyes you suspiciously, “yes, i’m good! let’s go!” you chirp and start walking past him, but he stays in his spot and keeps an eye on you.

“my ikran is this way.” neteyam points the opposite way you’re walking, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you don’t know what would happen to you if you didn’t have him to be your personal GPS.

“let’s go.” you march past him, with a roar coming from the baby thanator.

neteyam watches you confidently walk forward with a little chuckle, shaking his head at you. he watches your tiny body walk farther away from him, letting his eyes wander over your backside.

he can’t understand how or why the baby thanator attached itself to you, a human, instead of a na’vi. he’s not even sure if a thanator would trust one of his people.

you’ve opened his eyes to entire new world, his own world. he doesn’t understand how you work, but all he knows is that you’re his.

this little human is all his, and somehow you seem as if you’re even more connected to his world than him; and he loves you even more for it.

[lexsssu]

Nature (Neuvillette)

TAGS: Neuvillette/Dragoness!reader, introspection, fluff, parenthood, whipped!Neuvi, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

As Fontaine’s Chief Justice, Neuvillette is all too used to waking up as soon as the first rays of dawn filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows in his bedroom. 

He’s all too used to waking up to an empty bed. 

And for even longer, an empty nest.

Despite being one, if not the last hydro dragon left in Teyvat, he’d never raised hatchlings nor even taken a mate of his own. 

While he could have taken a mortal lover throughout the years, his already suppressed draconic instincts never allowed him even a hint of attraction toward humans. It’s as if what was left of his dragonhood refused to ‘taint’ the dragonsblood that flowed through his veins by taking anything other than a fellow dragon.

After five hundred years of serving as Fontaine’s ludex , he had all but given up ever being able to settle down. 

How could he when his species had all but died off? 

What’s more, the few other survivors were more or less located at the farthest corners of Teyvat.

He must simply content himself with protecting and guiding his people to the best of his ability, especially as he’d reclaimed both his powers and Authority as the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.

If someone told Neuvillette that all his worries were for naught barely a year after he’d become Fontaine’s chief justice and ruler, he’d have thought them mad.

But when the first sight that meets his eyes is your sleeping visage illuminated by the soft morning rays that slid through the tiny gaps in between the curtains, the dragonheart within that had all but given up any hope practically roared to life. He is rendered immobile by your beauty, even as a hint of saliva dripped from your slightly open mouth to reveal a pearly-white fang.

Your own pearlescent scales that decorated the sides of your face and continued below before disappearing below the neckline of your nightgown seemed to shimmer against the light. 

It hits him again that behind closed doors, there is no need for any sort of pretense. Not when you too, were a dragon, a different element for sure, but there is no denying the purity of your blood. He need not hide any part of himself when, for once in his life, there is no need for judgment.

And it is that very same blood that flowed through the veins of your children who chirped from within their large bassinet. 

Your three hatchlings still retained their draconic forms at such an early stage of their life and won’t develop their human forms until they mature into the equivalent of human toddlers.

Like clockwork, Neuvillette rose from the bed and scooped up the three hatchlings who sported a mix of dark blue and silvery-white scales. Dominique, the eldest, was coiled around his right arm, while his second child and only daughter, Odette, draped herself on his neck like an accessory. The youngest, Raphiel, clutched the soft hairs atop his head with his tiny claws and looked around in wonder from such a high vantage point.

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“Good morning, my dearest. I apologize for interrupting your sleep, but it seems our children are in need of nourishment. If it were only possible for me to provide it for them, I wouldn’t have had to cut your slumber short…”

Your sweet laughter is like a balm to his soul, but it’s the peck you press against the corner of his lips that has his inner dragon roaring at him to get started on another batch of hatchlings and the tips of his ears burning a bright red.

Neuvillette hugged Raphiel to his chest, letting his son snooze a bit more while you fed Dominique and Odette from your own.

With your own tail curled around his the whole time, the dragon of water allowed a single tear to slip from his eyes.

[merakiui]

I was reading through animals facts and found something interesting...

"Octopus lay up between 20,000 to 80,000 eggs at a time"

Σ(°ロ°) Azul!?

I mean, I doubt merfolk would lay that many (since Azul is an only child), but imagine if they did lay even close to that amount.

Like Azul deciding to babytrap Darling, and she's expecting one maybe two babies. Only to pop out like 10 tiny little babies. The shock and horror.

Or a scenerio involving alien or eldritch monster Azul, who wants darling to help him repopulate his species. Unaware that he's gonna knock her up with hundreds of babies at a time due to his biology.

I hope this isn't too weird. This fact just got my breeding kink going for some reason.

>:) back on the egg agenda with tako!!!!

I like to imagine mers can produce a lot of eggs (maybe not nearly as much as 20k and maybe some more than other species) but enough knowing that many of those eggs won't survive. Very few fry return from hatching if it's the open ocean,,, although maybe if he keeps you in captivity and you lay the eggs in a safe space where he can watch over both you and the young.... perhaps more will survive. <3

Alien Azul....... waaaa captured and forced to be the broodmother for such a large clutch. orz so heavily knocked up you can't even escape. Not that you ever could before. Maybe he's the creature who invaded your ship and killed all of your fellow crew members,, something something his home planet is no longer habitable, so he's been searching for a place that will be safe to repopulate and live,, or he was the thing kept locked up in a lab and you just happened to be the unfortunate scientist or janitor or security guard who caught his attention. World is cold and cruel, but human womb is warm and soft and perfect temperature for holding and incubating young. >w< if you're so scared, he supposes he can take on a human form, though he's not sure why that would be of any comfort when humans are so fragile and weak and easy to snap in half. :3c his true form is much better suited to protecting you and the babies.

And with so many tentacles at his disposal he can multitask!! Pleasuring you while cleaning up around the little nest/nook he keeps you in,,, feeding you delicious foods he managed to find and gather while filling you up with more slick to keep the eggs properly comfortable inside you. Restraining your arms and spreading your legs if you try to close them or resist in any way. Stuffing one down your throat to keep you docile and quiet whenever you protest. The babies don't need to hear their mother being a brat and pitching a fit. Tsk tsk. Wiping your tears away when you get so overstimulated from all of the attention and appendages stuffed in your holes.

You may think he's inherently cruel, but he's really a gentle creature at heart(s). :( he just wants to start a family and keep his species extant and maybe you'll come to love and appreciate him one day... he likes you a lot,,, if he didn't, he would've torn you apart by now and the walls would've been spattered with blood and gore. He's trying to make this as easy and painless as possible for you, feeding you aphrodisiac fluid so the process isn't uncomfortable, and he's even going out of his way to prepare you! He just wants his mate to be happy and relaxed. >_<

Maybe your mind just can't keep up with all of this,, the body horror and the actual tentacled horror fawning over you. The absurd amount of eggs crammed in your womb and all of these new sensations you've never felt before. Emotions and hormones are all over the place. You can't believe you actually panicked when you woke up one morning and saw he wasn't curled at your side. You actually want him to touch you, to wrap you up and hold you close, to speak to you in his native tongue and then translate in your language in the best way he can... orz you must be losing your mind to find comfort in the very creature who has made you feel so uncomfortable.

[callsign-rogueone]

I don't know if I'm the only one wondering, but I wanted to know what you think about it in your girlfriendverse or in canon.

How do dragons handle childbirth? Since riders and dragons can sense each other's feelings and pain, I wonder what they think or how they react to the whole pregnancy and childbirth thing, because no offense, but I doubt you can block your dragon properly while you give birth to a human being.

Thank you in advance and btw, I love the way you think.🩵

Take care, beautiful.✨️

ooh interesting. I hadn’t thought about that before! we need Aimsir to call in since he’s been through this three times with Lilith lol

naturally, this question raises several more questions for me about the magic system 😅

I’d imagine that if at all possible, you should have a mender on standby to block the pain, to fix you up in case of emergency, and help you recover physically afterward. but when Brennan says he “blocks” someone’s pain, it sounds like he’s just stopping them from feeling it, and not taking it away or stopping the physiological process of it, so can the dragon still sense it?

and re: dragon and rider being able to “feel” each other’s pain… does the dragon actually feel the human’s pain at the same level / location, like it’s happening to them? or is it more of a “something is very wrong with your human, go save them!” impending-doom feeling?

I think it’s implied that the dragon is better at blocking out the rider, since they’re the ones who have the magic, they’re just sharing it with their human, and they’re older and have more practice using shields etc. so they’d likely be able to muffle the pain, at least, but I imagine it would still be distressing to feel the pain + be worried about the rider dying in the process, since this is a fantasy world without modern medicine, and even for us these days, it’s still risky.

I have so many questions about the level of medical tech in FW… I don’t know how much prenatal care and tracking they can do. I imagine that it’s always a surprise if you’re having a boy or a girl, and you don’t really know much about the baby’s health until they’re born.

also… imagine how much more protective your dragon would be if you’re expecting 🥺

they reproduce differently than us but they still understand — my human is making a tiny new human inside themself. this is a long, delicate process for them and they must be protected at all costs!

Cosa and Cath are not letting anyone “suspicious” get close to Love. Dain gets a pass obviously, and so do Brennan, Duchess, Darling, and Bodhi, since that’s her inner circle. the other marked ones are thoroughly sniffed and watched closely to check their vibes, but any fliers or non-Tyrrish better back the fuck up. Cosa is gonna be extra careful on flights (a little seat belt, like Tairn did for Vi at first) and maybe even reduce the strength of Love’s signet a little bit so she doesn’t strain herself.

and heaven help everyone when Duchess has her babies. the entire riot is going to be guarding her, and even Brennan isn’t safe. she’d have to reassure some of them that he’s her mate / the father of her child, and he’s not going to hurt her. and if she had to be on bed rest, Marbh would absolutely snitch to Brennan if she tried to climb up the hill to see the riot.

“I love the way you think” is the compliment of the century. I spend way too long on ask answers and I usually cut them down about 50% every time, believe it or not. it’s a jungle in here. but I’m glad it makes sense to people lol

love ya! stay hydrated 💗

[r0-boat]

Hi can I request some alpha cyllene? It's been over a year and I'm still obsessed 😔 also alpha women are >>>>>>

Oh my God yes Alpha women I so agree with you Anon!

Alpha Cyllene Headcanons

The prime shining example of what every Alpha should be, she puts all other Alpha's to shame. Strong and reserved she is Harsh but only for the sake of survival. She is respectful of other secondary genders and doesn't abuse her Alpha title. Her scent is strong and opposin

g as if it is telling you to shut up and stand up straight. Making you behave for her without saying a word. But with omegas she's noticeably softer,  chivalrous, and polite. She's respectful, a rare sight in the days of old. Omegas swoon and flaunt their status as an unmarked Omega, showing interest in her as an Alpha. Only for her to not bat an eye. Even as an Omega goes into preheat she is calm and unfazed. Being the one to guide them to safety while baring her teeth at other Alphas that begin to lose themselves to the sweet scent of heat. Even though Cyllene has remarkable resilience to her animalistic needs, she is not indestructible, falling hard to her ruts so much that she must shut herself off. Even with her mate she holds back her Alpha, not wanting to hurt them. It will take hours of teasing to break her iron will, but when she does, you'll be rewarded. She doesn't just mark, she claims syncing her teeth deep into your skin reading her hips against you over and over, hard and deep. Drowning the both of you in pleasure. Once Cyllene loses control it would be hard for her to get back; she'll never have that same resilience around you. Her biggest distraction, trying to work on paperwork until she gets a slight hint of your scent in the air. Suddenly, she can't stop thinking about you, and hardly any work gets done.

Thinking poorly of Alphas that just bark orders and show off their superiority by their strong scent. Cyllene firmly believes that it is not only in Alpha's job to lead and protect. Protecting your pack and community is much more critical than simply leading. Even though Cyllene would heavily discourage omegas in the Galaxy Crop from going out in the wild against the wild beasts, it is only out of worry for Omega's to put themselves in danger. However, their drive to help their fellow Galaxy members and their strength and courage are admirable—something she does not admit to often.

Cyllene can be a little protective of her mate especially if they are an Omega with her tiny habit of thinking omegas are made of glass. She will fret about the smallest cut on them if they are in the Galaxy Corp; she worries herself sick when their mate is out on excursions, so she has assigned herself to go with them on more than one occasion. The only thing stopping her is her mountains of paperwork. She is not too worried about other Alphas making their move on you as she trusts you facing off against Pokémon You have no problem dealing with humans, though she is happy to scent you and anything you give her; Cyllene is not immune to the happy chemical in her alpha brain that goes off when she knows that her mate smells like her. Besides, those same humans wouldn't dare go after Captain Cyllene's mate if they value their life. 

Cyllene's protectiveness only worsens when you begin to nest inpreheat—picking you up and carrying you back to your nest when she sees you have crawled out of your mess of blankets and pillows. She would rather die by a wild charge from a Luxray than have you go outside into the village. She can only imagine what other less kind alphas would do to you.  She tries to calm the inner snarling and bitter scent as you now stand before her, wanting to see her at the Galaxy building while she annoyedly urges you to go back home. All the while trying so hard to focus on the papers in her hand and not the intoxicating scent of your preheat and the way you flutter your little eyelashes at her, begging for her attention. She can't help the way her eyes drift away from yours, knowing full well that you're beautiful eyes would have her attention all day or how addicted she already is to your smell, resisting the urge to nuzzle into your neck.

As her omega, I wouldn't be surprised that she would treat you as an equal and as if the slightest gust of wind could knock you down. 

Cyllene is a hard Alpha to anger; she just does not believe that losing control of one's emotions makes you look like anything other than an ill-mannered fool. You'll never forget the day that some Alpha, who reeked of alcohol, got into a one-sided fight with you, spouting insult after insult when things took a turn for the worst. He grabbed you suddenly; you got shivers done your spine as your partner stared at the both of you with an unreadable expression. Her eyes filled with a fiery wrath you'd never seen as her piercing gaze stared holes into the attacking Alpha. Cyllene did not say a word; instead walked forward. You could almost feel the ground shake with each step, the anticipation as if she was a big beast stalking forward to its prey. If the alpha had not and let him go and run away in Pure terror, yet he certainly did now when Cyllene, still in that same expression, grabbed his arm, squeezing it in an iron grip, causing the alpha pain. After this, You were scented till you reeked of her scent.

Cyllene likes to watch you while you make your nest. She thinks it's so cute watching you fret over which soft material to use, fluff the pillows till they're nice and soft, straighten out the blankets. Her eyes soften, watching you be cute, rubbing your face against the nest to mark it with your scent. Only for you to be even cuter when you curl up into a ball trying to lay comfortably in your newly made nest. She gets the urge to join you, go into your nest and wrap her arms around you.

[actuallysaiyan]

Freaky Stories: A Monster Prompt List

Welcome ghouls to another prompt list by yours truly. Since I have finished Kinktober and I'm on vacation, I thought why not have a prompt list. Down below are a few rules to follow!

RULES

Please only choose up to two of the prompts in the list of your choosing.

Be clear about who you'd like to have say the lines. Whether it be reader or the character.

I'll mostly write fem!reader but I'm open to trying male!reader as well.

I will be writing these all the way up til Halloween and then maybe a few days after, but any prompts received after October 31st will be ignored. I apologize as I know I don't finish prompt lists often but I'd like to try and finish this one.

Please be kind and have fun! Think of this almost as a Trick or Treat event of sorts!

These prompts are all written by me. They feature 5 prompts for 6 different monsters.

Fandoms I will be writing for: MHA, JJK, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Bleach, FF7, Ranma 1/2, Demon Slayer, Chainsaw Man, Devil May Cry, Kill La Kill...along with others in my fandom list in my rules, but these are probably the main ones.

The Prompts

Werewolves

“I'm going to keep my knot in you, so my seed will take.”

“Look at you, covered in my marks. Everyone will know you belong to me.”

“You know it's the full moon. I can't control myself around you right now.”

“Careful, little mate. You're tempting me right now and I could easily fall into a rut.”

“Are you in heat? How adorable…let me help you with that.”

Vampires

“I can smell you from here. Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane?”

“You should have run when you had the chance. Now I cannot tear myself away from you.” 

“I can hear your heart beating. Are you scared, little dove?”

“I could tear you to fucking shreds, and yet…I'd rather turn you.”

“Here we are…ready to love one another for eternity.”

Dragons 

“How dare you come into my lair and not realize what you were getting yourself into?”

“Tsk tsk…many adventurers have come in here. And none of them have stayed. What makes you think you're any different?”

“You have to take my eggs…take them and have our precious babies.”

“You have my mark on you. That means you've been promised to me for all eternity.”

“Nobody lays a hand on my mate. They don't realize who you belong to.”

Witches 

“A love potion? Don't you know how dangerous those can be? You're better off falling in love with me in the natural way.”

“You've got ancient magic in your blood…just like I do. We were destined to be together.”

“I will lay my life on the line to protect you, but I know you can use magic as well. So why don't you show me what you got?”

“No love spells. Just you and me…and tonight under the full moon.”

“I've known who you are for years. You're my rival…and I love you.”

Siren/Merpeople

“So you heard my song? I didn't think it would affect you.”

“Listen to me…you're here with me forever. It's our destiny.”

“My voice enchanted you. You came to me. Now you must pay the price.”

“Such a cute little human…I knew you'd fall for me.”

“Listen to my voice. Listen to my words. You are mine.” 

Succubus/Incubus/Demon

“Silly little human…so tiny. I'll have fun breaking you in.”

“All those dreams you were having? They were all about me, weren't they?”

“You're in my domain now. And now anything I say…it goes.”

“You belong to me. You said the words and you did the incantation and the invocation…now you are mine.”

“You sold your soul to me. No returns!”

[beanghostprincess]

What do you think about Zoro and Usopp?

(If you’re still doing the ship thing)

yeah!! honestly the ship thing was just an excuse so people would send me asks bc i love interacting with all of you here <33 just use my inbox for anything you want to ask me and i'll reply anytime!!! (for the ones who sent me sanuso/zolu prompts, i swear to god i'm writing them i'm just slow af and busy with work. bear with me pleaseplease).

okay so!! zoro x usopp!!!

i must say, i didn't even think about them as a ship until not long ago when i saw a fanart of them and i went "oh, damn, they're actually really cute!". that, and also that you can't go into the ao3 sanuso tag without finding sanji/usopp/zoro too. which i understand. i just don't usually read those much. but i know the ship exists and i appreciate it bc the three of them deserve love, and tbh at this point i just love the whole sanji/usopp/zoro/luffy poly thingy.

i love the zosopp dynamic. they're so,, so silly,,, and there are so many possibilities for angst too???? like, not my top ship but damn it has a lot of potential. and i'm easy to convince, so with a few fanarts and fics i might actually start shipping them for real. who knows. i'm just very specific when it comes to shipping zoro (meaning i only ship him with luffy, lmao. and sanji when the horniness takes over the critical thinking or when the art is just too good).

i love their scenes together and the whole "calm x anxious" thing that ends up turning into "calm one is actually stupid and anxious can't believe he's really that stupid". that also being zoro seeing usopp's potential and wanting him to grow as a pirate so he doesn't interfere when it comes to things like water 7 or personal growth, but admires him from a distance. while usopp is, like, there, admiring and kind of envying zoro's strength but also admitting that he's human too and has feelings and can act like a dumbass. i think zoro would be clingy with usopp in the sense of protectiveness because in canon he's already protective of him (and also would find comfort in him after knowing him for so long. east blue crew things), so them being a couple would only make him more possessive and caring. which is cute!!! like (and i also say this when it comes to sanuso) zoro knows usopp can protect himself. he just cares too much to let him on his own. and he might act like he's tired of usopp's anxious and panicking attitude, but he gets it. he lets usopp do his things. he stays there. zoro protects and loves and he isn't loud about it but he's like a gentle, big cat. and this is just me being a very violent sanuso shipper, but the three of them together would be good when it comes to protecting usopp and also hyping him up!!! that's their sniper!!!!! they love him so much.

but also, from usopp's pov (because for some reason we always talk about zoro's povs when it comes to shipping???? idk why. it happens a lot with zolu, too, idk) i think he loves zoro in such a silly, teasing, intimate way,,, the east blue crew will always hit different, man, but idk,, usopp loves teasing zoro and making him mad and somehow he always ends up making the swordsman participate in their silly, dumb shenanigans. and i think that's beautiful because it's not only usopp wanting to fuck with him, but also usopp wanting zoro to have fun instead of just being protective and first-mate-like all the time. does that make sense??? i think it does.

there's also the respect between them. like, silent respect. zoro knows usopp is capable of fighting and making his own decisions and yet still protects him when asked because sometimes he knows there are fights that only the monster trio can handle (same thing that happens with nami, basically). and usopp respects zoro's position as the first mate and admits that he isn't just a dumb swordsman. although he loves teasing him bc tbh stressed zoro being out of his comfort zone is just so funny--

besides, they're sooo domestic. i love the tiny bits of them smiling and hugging. soft zoro is rare, but when it happens??? it's my whole world. and i think usopp is one of the few people that can make him smile in such a cute way!!!

also they're chaotic af. since day 1. i love them. they have to be one of the most hilarious duos in this show.

ngl now i have the urge to read fics of them uguhhsdjksdkj

TL;TR: i like them a lot, they're just not my top ship. probably i will ship them soon if i consume enough content. give me a few days.

LOOK THEY'RE SO CUTE GONNA CRYYY

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 2x13 ‘Voyage of Temptation’ Reaction

There was so much in that little “Very well.” from Obi-Wan

Anakin is on to you Obi-Wan and you are not helping yourself with all of those defensive and unsubtle reactions.

Why did that clone sound like an Aussie? G’day mate?

Lol of course there’s something in the crates

Satine is making an impassioned argument against war but it is rather undermined by her lying on a pile of plush cushions on top of a giant stepped throne that positions her above her subjects so she is literally looking down on them. The opulent setting, servant droids and champers being passed around doesn’t help either. 

“I meant no disrespect.” said with all the underlying sass possible. That “Really” from Satine shows that she saw right through it.

“Senators, I presume you are acquainted with the collection of half-truths and hyperbole known as Obi-Wan Kenobi.” SCREECHING THE SAVAGERY

“Your highness is too kind.” The Sassery Continues!

I only noticed this while pausing but why the fuck does Orn Free Taa have two Twi’lek girls hanging off him?!

I love the framing here when Obi-Wan is addressing Satine. He’s almost at her eye level even though she’s on top of her throne pedestal. Visual metaphor for how similar they are yet how they are kept apart from eye other due to their duty to their beliefs? So close and yet so far.

Mum and Dad are fighting again.

“I think a multitude makes discord, not good counsel.” Satine absolutely shutting down Orn Free Taa. I love her. She takes absolutely no shit.

“There may be two sides to every dilemma but the Duchess only favours hers.” And you don’t only favour yours Obi-Wan? Side eyeing

Hello Mixer! Oh, they’ve named a clone, and we’re in a dark and spooky environment. He’s not going to last very long is he?

R2 you cheeky little shit

The clones definitely sound Australian. They’re supposed to be Kiwis, not Aussies. Very different accents. Humans are space australians though so maybe we can use that as the loosest of explanations?

“Droids” (derogatory). Is immediately stabbed to death by a droid.

The flirting continues! I mean fighting! The fighting continues. Yes, they’re definitely fighting. Totally not flirting at all.

“Even extremists can be reasoned with.” I love you Satine but I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one.

“Ah, the sarcasm of a soldier.” “The delusion of a dreamer.” So that’s where this exchange comes from. That is some serious staring contest going on and neither is backing down.

“Fine.” ALL THE SASS

Oh rip Redeye, we didn’t even find out his name until after his gruesome death.

The jump from the clone getting stabbed to death by the droid to the opulent surrounds of the upper levels of the ship was jarring. Probably intentionally so.

“You and Satine have a history.” ya don’t say

CACKLING at Obi-Wan’s side eye at Anakin after he said Obi-Wan’s description of his year protecting Satine sounded romantic. Anakin did have a point though. Obi-Wan’s voice definitely sounded like he was reminiscing about old (romantic) times.

“That would’ve been problematic.” YA DON’T SAY

Anakin finding out his Master had a girlfriend?! Surprised pikachu face.

“A jedi must not form attachments” says the little shit with A WIFE

“But he usually leaves out the undercurrent of remorse.” Aw sadge

“Alright men, what’s the problem? I’m missing dinner.” Anakin back to being a shit again I see. Normal service has resumed.

Anakin did you just cut off Cody to talk to your droid?! How Dare.

Giant empty box in an obvious spot in the cargo bay. Yup, that looks pretty obviously out of place.

“That’s not good.” Do I have to say it again?

Anakin talking to R2 like he’s a dog. That is definitely Talking To My Dog Voice. WHOSEAGOODDROIDYESYOUARE

The droid walking out the dead body of Redeye is maximum levels of creepy

Is this a spider droid?

Oof lightsaber right through the droid eye

Oh of course there are babies. Of course it had creepy tiny baby assassin probe droids. More nightmare fuel.

It’s probably cruel but I did laugh at Orn Free Taa screaming and running away from the tiny assassin probe droids.

They’re fighting back to back and protecting each other! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah

“Do you always carry a deactivator?” Obi-Wan is so not impressed

“Just because I’m a pacifist doesn’t mean I won’t defend myself.” “Now you sound like a jedi.” Hmmmm he’s got a point there

I don’t think Rex got the braincell today

“I meant the scar I got after you fell and dropped me.” “Oh. Yes.” CACKLING AND SCREECHING

Satine completely stepping on Obi-Wan’s knight in shining armour moment there.

I think that quote about how people treat those below them rather than those equal to or above them is really relevant to Anakin here, who treated that droid like absolute shit.

A traitor?! The sinister plot thickens!

Dark!Obi-Wan decides to come out and play as he basically threatens the senators with an assassin droid.

Hello to senator Kin Robb

Called it. I thought there was something off about that dude when we met him in the last episode, though I thought he was a slimy advisor rather than a senator. Reminded me of Wormtongue from LotR

Obi-Wan did you just hit the assassin droid away from Satine with a frying pan?!

So Merrick has instantly transformed from smooth talking slimy advisor/senator to OTT scenery chewing villain

Lmao at Cody just randomly shooting into the air when the baby assassin droid leapt onto his bucket

Rex freaking out and smacking into the storage crates as he tries to keep the other baby assassin droid off his bucket

Anakin: Well, we found the little ones. What about the mother? Rex: Haven’t seen it Also Rex: *immediately gets body slammed by the mother assassin droid*

Rex when you see the mother assassin droid, don’t just point at it! Poor Rex, he definitely didn’t get the braincell for this mission

Rex just catching the assassin droids giant stabby legs and then kicking it off him like it’s nothing 

Rex taking it up a notch and leaping on top of the assassin droid, pinning it under his boot and blasting all the tiny assassin droids to bits. Sir did you have to go So Hard?

I didn’t catch this until I replayed this little section over quite a few times but Anakin actually signals to Cody to stop firing at the mother assassin droid so that Anakin can fling his lightsaber at it and chop off some of its legs. 

I also didn’t notice this little detail until after multiple replays but the mother assassin droid actually headbuts Rex straight in the bucket. Poor Rex, if he didn’t have the braincell today before that then he definitely doesn’t now.

Also the assassin droid sounds like it screams when Rex steps on it. He can step on me like that any time he likes

“This may not be the time to ask” YA THINK ANAKIN?!

Lol @ Obi-Wan’s defensive reaction. It definitely has a bearing on the situation at hand. Their reactions and expressions after are just as hilarious. Poor little Obi-Wan and his sad little face.

That is one weird looking ship

Well that’s one way of boarding a ship

“Anakin, she’s not my girlfriend!” CACKLING

Merrik has gone full villain stereotype

“Satine…” MYEMOTIONS.GIF

OMG THIS WHOLE LOVE CONFESSION SCENE

“I’ve loved you from the moment you came to my aid all those years ago.” SOBBING

Also, Merrik’s look of utter disgust in the background and the overly dramatic eyeroll is absolutely sending me

“Satine, this is hardly the time or place for…” DAMMIT MAN LISTEN TO HER

Satine: *puppy dog eyes* Obi-Wan: Alright

“Had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi order.” SHAKING AND CRYING

Merrik utterly ruining the moment there. Though the absolute over the top scenery chewing villainry that he’s channeling is still deeply amusing me.

Was that a tactical love confession from Satine? I’m not saying it wasn’t genuine or real, just that it seemed a both obvious and clever time to tell the love of your life that you’ve loved him ever since you met. We’ve already seen that Satine is exceptionally smart and shrewd and I wouldn’t put it past her. 

“You have the romantic soul of a slug Merrik *stomps* and slugs are so often trod upon.” YASSSS GET HIS ASS SATINE

Merrik getting his villain monologue in. He has got them in a philosophical quandary though and he knows it. I am absolutely loving the over the top sarcastic overly dramatic villain mode. It’s like they’ve got every stereotypical villain trope and shoved it in him.

Merrik: “Who’ll strike first and brand themselves a cold-blooded killer?” Anakin: Me!

That was definitely a slowed down few notes of the Imperial March playing over the shot of Anakin popping up after stabbing Merrik through the chest with his lightsaber. It’s an interesting juxtaposition because Anakin pops up from the bottom of the screen with this little smile and looking almost sweet and wide-eyed. Yet the music is hinting at what we all know happens in the future. Another thing I didn’t notice until multiple replays of this little section is that the framing of Anakin here is also very dark. The entire background is black or dark grey. Plus his armour and jedi robes are black, very dark grey and red. How did anyone not see this coming? Or rather, they probably did and didn’t know how to handle it or realise it was past the point of no return until it was too late.

“Obi-Wan, I…” DAMMIT CODY. Why did you have to pick now to be your usual hyper competent Marshal Commander self? Talk about a cock block

“I must get back to the business of diplomacy.” Nooooooooo

“As you say Duchess, some other time.” SOBBING

That feels like Obi-Wan’s version of “As you wish.” from The Princess Bride.

That is a lot of fancy words and diplomacy and Great Negotiator-ing for ILOVEYOU

“I’m still not sure about the beard.” CACKLING

Obi-Wan’s little concerned and flustered reaction. My girlfriend doesn’t like my beard?!

“It hides too much of your handsome face.” Dayum gurl Satine with the smooth talking moves right there.

Anakin: A very remarkable woman. Obi-Wan: She is indeed. Anakin: Ya know, if you need any tips on how to keep a relationship a secret, I know a guy.

Also, that hand on the shoulder from Anakin spoke volumes

[thevampirearchive]

Twilight Sex Ed — How Renaissance’s origin should have been & Why

By Dr. Juju MD (me) with a PHD in Twilight & Vampirism

Firstly, I would like to preface this medical journal by saying this theory is not new nor mine originally (at least not within this reality. I have faith that the other versions of me have had the sense to think of this & much more beyond this version of me’s capabilities)

Now, let us start; The idea that ancient Edward Anthony Masen Cullen has never had sex, this harboring this single spermcell like a prisoner in his frozen junk is absolutely absurd. It is know by all that vampires have 3 core behavioral instincts!

The first is the Constant hunger, as the thirst for blood never qualms (what would the fun be in that? You want controlled immortality? Never!) secondly, the chaotic behavior — which varies depending on author & vampire type (classic vampire, ancient, hybrid, white, newly spawned etc) an example that seem befitting my point; pretending to be teenagers for years in hopes of fooling stupid humans into thinking you’re not an ancient vampire trying to get a few more years out of a tiny town where no fart goes ungossipped about. And lastly, whore behavior. All vampires are whores, even when they are not — they are. So, to think that Edward has gone this long without ever getting this ice cawk (penis) wet, is not only a mockery of vampires everywhere but a mockery of the readers intelligence. This means the single sperm is either clutching for deer life or something else is at play. I vote for the latter!

Instead of a single cell fighting for its life till it found Miss Bella Swan Cullen, think of it like this; Due to derange bloodthirst, vampires rarely try to sleep with humans — unless they are into some sick necrophilia, as the focal would go from hornyness to hunger very fast, not much documentation or experimented have occurred. So, if Bella (young fertil human woman) sleeps with Edward (young freezing whore vampire) & no protection is worn — would it not make sense that sperm would do what sperm does? We are already stretching the fabrics of reality, so please hang in there. Yes, Edward is dead — but the idea of hybrids have never been denied within the Saga nor many vampire lore — there is no need too, as I said, vampires don’t spend much time tossing sheets with humans. But if it did happen, I theorize that a child would be the result. A child who is half vampire, thus a child who would need blood to survive. Instead of killing it, Bella decided to keep her spawn (Mormonism won, because in my reality Bella would have been at the vampire Clinique seconds after throwing up #TeamFuckthemKids) They fed her with blood, keeping the baby away from her own supply of natural blood. This baby grew untill there was not much space or strength left in Miss Bella. Human children take longer to make, but this is not a regular case — with a bigger & thirstier child, giving birth is a must, but seeing that the baby drains Bella by the second (again, unquenchable thirst) she is unable to even stand let alone birth. This results in her death (RIP) but before she is lost to the world, the turning process begins. Renaissance survives, because she is done growing — she was possibly done growing after a few hours & if left longer I think Bella would have birthed her age mate. Bella is turned by the vampire fluids, a complex but plausible process. The mingling bodily fluids did not only ensure the baby was always going to survive, but the mother was too. And there we have it — plausible vampire hybrid bearing!

Now, to an important part to all of this; This could technically work with any human & vampire, as long as the human was the child bearer. A baby cannot grow in a vampire womb as it is too cold & there is no nourishment (aka they can’t eat their mom) so, technically if Rosalie was truly the bad shit crazy girl we know she could be, she would have stopped become #2 mom to CGI, and found herself a look-alike, had Emmett do his thing & made sure the human womb got as far (or even further) as possible before getting her own child. This would though require she kills the human after the turn (if transformation is completed) — which I fo not think would pose a problem. This is could be huge, and the fact that there was a whole medical Vampire in the household yet no solid plausible conclusion was drawn is Mormonism to blame (derogatory).

Now, this could give us more books — Rosalie short stories, maybe Esme want’s her own mini babies too & I am sure Aro would not rest till he had an army. Is this a very dark turn for the Saga? Yes, but I am also a horror fan & this is my post, so *shrug*.

Lastly, the imprinting should have not went down how it did. Jacob should have been madly obsessed with Edward (he was, but more so how he was with Bella) & THEN nicknamed their daughter after the Lochness monster. And no kissing of the newly born rapidly growing hybrid CGI baby! strictly big brother protector & little sister cute wholesome content (a sick woman she is, sigh)

In conclusion, the idea of a vampire pregnancy — despite teen YA pregnancy being nothing but misery for all parties involved except the author, it could have been a very interesting turn of event with much more to offer. But how would the patriarchy have won yet again?

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. If you are confused, no you are not. I believe in you & that beautiful big brain of yourse! Stay safe, red twilight & re-write whatever you deem emotionally damaging to know peace! Goodbye

Xoxo, Dr Juju MD

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Naga Warlord’s Virgin Mate by Robin O’Connor

Serpents of Serant #3

Alien romances were not something I once thought I would ever gravitate to but…they are definitely a fun way to escape…especially when the male alien is a hunk and a half, a bit gruff, strong, protective, and knows almost immediately who his fated mate is and that he will do anything to be with and keep her safe. I love slipping into the stories and thinking about the “what ifs” of what is improbable but perhaps feasible…maybe?

Having read this author’s debut novel in the Gladiators of the Vagabond series was just the beginning of my journey with her. Her imagination is fertile and must be filled with characters that have been clamoring to have their stories shared. I hated to say goodbye to the gladiators but am loving this series set on the planet Serant that is populated with Naga clans. Naga are serpents from the waist down but have upper bodies similar to humans and they are compatible with humans. This is is a bonus that is quickly realized once the aliens realize their mate has arrived.

In this book we read the story of Krashe, warlord of the Bitter Storm Clan, meeting human Naomi. Their chemistry is almost immediate. Naomi was introduced in a previous book, saved, lost, captured, and eventually meets Krashe near the beginning of this book. She has upper body mobility with lower body paralysis due to a spinal injury that happened on earth. Krashe and Naomi don’t have an easy time. Krashe’s clan is against them, they end up running, hiding, fighting, and finding something that might help Naomi become more mobile. Naomi meets and befriends a  tiny creature that resembles a dragon but is more the size of a house pet that becomes their sidekick and is named Kiwi. I love the growing clan built of humans and aliens and look forward to the next book in this series.

Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

Captured by a warlord, seduction is my only chance. Can I capture the heart of the beast? Naomi Stranded on an alien planet sucks, but it’s worse when you can’t even walk. I’m a sitting duck, and when scary Naga capture me, there’s only so much I can do. That doesn’t mean I won’t go down without a fight. When their Warlord personally comes to interrogate me, I’m ready for him. Maybe he’s the one who’s not ready for me. Krashe I was not ready for the captive I meant to interrogate. This tiny, pale, scaleless creature is supposed to be my mate? But I can’t deny the attraction, I can’t deny the feelings brewing in me for the brave, fierce female with the sassy mouth. She might be small and helpless, but she does not cower, she does not fear me, and she never backs down. For a female like that, I might just be tempted to give up my Clan, my Queen, and my warring ways. For a female like that, I might even reach for the technology that could help her walk again. This is a standalone novel, and book three in the Serpents of Serant Series. This steamy sci-fi monster romance features one Naga Warlord, a disabled, sassy virgin, and a steamy HEA.

[selfships-in-spanish]

Mate Guarding

Just a little something that ran through my mind, hope it’s not a little too weird lol

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Connor narrowed his eyes at the tall figure across the room. He watched with growing irritation as those icy grey eyes loomed over her figure, sweeping up and down lazily, unabashedly. Flauntingly, even. Knowing full well of the heat of Connor’s glare burning holes into his own stormy eyes. His lips curled just the slightest, smugly, eyes finally drifting slowly to the android looming over his little human. The sly curve of his lips grew into a barely noticeable smirk, barely noticeable. But, Connor saw it. Saw it as clear as day. He knew exactly what he was trying to do. The little shit.

Those frigid silver eyes glanced back down to her figure leaning carelessly across Lieutenant Anderson’s desk, the look in them predatory, hungry. Connor watched as the RK900 unit straightened himself from his leaning position over the break room table, seemingly ignoring whatever it is his partner was telling him. He turned his broad build toward her. Connor stood straighter. 

Gavin seemed to notice that his partner was no longer listening (if he even was to begin with), trailing off. He glanced up at the android, annoyed that he was being interrupted from telling his totally real, not bullshit story. 

“Hey, tin can, you even listening?” He yapped, lips turning into a sneer as the RK900 unit simply walked away, eyes dead set on is target. His eyes following his partner’s confident stride, Gavin set down his coffee cup, suddenly curious as to where this was heading. He glanced briefly at Connor, then to Nines. His interest piqued. 

Connor felt his body tense as the RK900 unit came closer, posture rigid, his counterpart’s eyes still glued to her. His LED circled a cautious yellow.

Hank finally noticed Nines approaching, eyebrows lifting in an annoyed manner and slightly swiveling his chair towards the android. Ona seemed to notice his sudden shift in behavior and turned her head to the right, her face curved in confusion. When her eyes landed on him, her face filled with relief, a small smile growing on her lovely face. She adjusted her position, arms pushing herself off of Hank’s desk and turned to face the incoming android.

“Nines!” She greeted happily, her eyes meeting his. Her smile faltered a bit when she noticed what looked like something resonating in his heated gaze. His usually stoic face was now expressive, well, as expressive as Nines could be. He stopped right in front of her, taking her slightly aback at the proximity of his stance. She titled her head back to look up at him, leaning back against Hank’s desk at the closeness of having Nines’ wide figure looming down over her. How cute, he thought teasingly.

Ona barely had the time to squeak out a word before dark grey blocked her vision. Surprised, she glanced up at the defensive stance Connor has taken in front of her. Legs wider a part, shoulders broadened, spine rigid to give the illusion of height. His eyes narrowed at the RK900 unit, brows furrowed in a challenging glare. A dare. Well, RK900 has never been one to turn down a challenge. His icy greys stared back, unaffectedly, into his own warm brown. Hank watched with growing cautiousness, feeling the beginnings of an oncoming clash. He turned his chair a little more, making his presence known if the two androids were to do something rash. 

Connor leaned forward just a fraction, upper lip curling slightly in a soft snarl. A warning. RK900 furrowed his brow, a look of confusion morphing onto his own face. Almost as if he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction out of Connor. His stance was still grounded, still too close. He tilted his head a bit, lost at the reaction of the older model. His seemingly human reaction. Connor doesn’t allow this momentary break in intimidation to distract him. He takes a brave, forceful step forward, taking advantage of the RK900 unit’s brief confusion, forcing the younger model back a step. Surprise shows for a split second on the RK900’s face before it’s quickly diminished by anger. Hank’s grip tightens in his armrests, legs prepared to move.

RK900’s jaw clenches briefly before he tilts his head, as if to further analyze Connor. 

“What are you doing?” His voice low, as if they were the only two people in the bullpen. Connor regards him for a beat before answering in an equally low tone.

“I’m mate guarding. An activity that humans do to protect their mates from potential threats.” He can hear the nearly inaudible fucks sake that Hank emits, stare still glaring into his successor’s. Ona’s shocked silent, unable to produce any noise at all, frozen. Her eyes widened at Connor’s very abrupt statement, she’s vaguely aware of the heat burning her cheeks.

RK900 observes his predecessor with a quiet fascination, almost morbid curiosity. He continues to stare, his eyes occasionally drifting back to Ona, then back to Connor. There seems to still be a challenge in his eyes as he runs an analysis through his processor. He waits, wanting to see what more Connor was willing to do for his human. His eyes glance back at Ona for what seems like the umpteenth time before Connor has had enough. 

A low rumble resonates deep inside the android’s chest cavity, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. The sudden growl brought Ona back to the present, nervously glancing between the two lions before her. One wrong move and all could go to hell. 

RK900’s exterior remains passive throughout Connor’s second warning, once again tilting his head in mock curiosity. He regards the older model, never breaking eye contact once. His voice low.

“And Ona is your mate?” He questions, a hint of a sneer in his tone. Connor’s eyes narrow in the slightest.

“Yes.“ 

Ona blanches, the tiniest, involuntary squeak escaping her lips. They barely notice.

Hank turns and buries his face in his hands, an exasperated groan rumbling from his throat. What are these kids, fuckin’ animals?

Connor and the RK900 unit continue their little show down, some passerbys have slowed and stopped to watch in interest. RK900 was starting to get a bit annoyed at the audience they were gaining, breaking their gaze to glance at his fellow coworkers, irritated. He didn’t have time for this, these trivial games Connor was playing. This is ridiculous. They’re both above this…primitive behavior. RK900 looks back at Connor, eyes flinching in the slightest narrow, a message.

This isn’t over.

Connor watches him slowly turn back, eyes never leaving, until his form is seen retreating back towards the break room. Connor’s gaze remains until RK900 is a far enough distance away, turning back to glance at Ona, hearing a distant What the fuck was that? from Detective Reed. 

Ona was still shell shocked. She looked up at Connor, mouth agape, cheeks flushed. She tried to speak a coherent sentence but all the came out was unintelligible gibberish.

"I- yo- you said, what-” Connor only chuckled softly and pulled her close, arms wrapping securely around her waist, fingers gripping hips possessively. He can feel RK900’s eyes on them. He nuzzles his nose into her neck, inhaling her beautiful scent, her curls tickling his face. He nips her skin, a desire to mark. Ona’s breath hitches. 

Hank groans a little louder.

“For fucks sake, get the hell off my desk. This ain’t no Eden Club.” He grimaces in disgust. 

Connor only grips tighter, holding her in place.

His mate.

Yes, he liked the sound of that. He huffs a laugh into her hair.

His human mate.

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Alright, welp, hope this wasn’t too weird. It’s currently 5 am and this idea happened to cross my mind while scrolling through your blog. It took a lot longer than it should’ve to write this. I’m not very much of a writer so this took some time lmao. I really adore Ona and I’ve come to love her! I think she might actually be one of my favorite OCs (also your art is like amazing??? holy shit I’m in love). 

I also just realize that I have no idea if you’re okay with people writing about your OC so I’m really sorry if I’ve broken any rule or anything. I just wanted to share this stupid little idea lol

@taylor-swifter-sweeper 

I JUST

I’M

OH MY FUCKING GOD

@taylor-swifter-sweeper LET ME FUCKING SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE

This is fantastic!! I absolutely love everything about it, how you wrote all of them and THESE TWO IDIOT ANDROIDS PUFFING THEIR CHESTS AND CONNOR BEING LIKE A DAMN PEACOCK. HANK IS SO DONE AHAHAHAHAH (also Ona squeaking like a tiny mouse? Hell yeah ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

I DIG THISSSSS

Oh my fucking God. I’m legit crying. This is so amazing TvT I feel so damn blessed lksdjfsajglgdfjgldkf what did I do to deserve this oh my god it’s so fucking awesome aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

AND I TOTALLY DON’T MIND PEOPLE DRAWING OR WRITING ABOUT MY OCS!!! TOTALLY ENCOURAGED <333

[therealvinelle]

The inevitable daemons AU

Received an ask, talked it over with the Muffin, now here comes the dreaded daemons AU that every fandom must have.

Look, guys, if I didn't make this post, someone else inevitably would.

This is a Cullens only edition, since tumblr doesn't allow enough images to do the Volturi.

And please forgive my nerding out over breeds.

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Alice - Hummingbird

It has to be a bird, as she sees hte world from a unique perspective few others do. She's not on our level, with a bird daemon that's in a very literal sense.

Specifically, I see her as a hummingbird - beautiful, tiny, colorful, and energetic, some might even say erratic. Featured in many myhts and lore, just as Alice's gift is something quite mythic.

I can think of no daemon more fitting for Alice.

Bella - Mouse

Self-explanatory, really. Bella has the lowest self esteem possible, she views herself as plain Jane, uninteresting and certainly unworthy of Edward Cullen.

Specifically, I'm thinking a harvest mouse. They're the tiniest rodent you'll find in Europe, just the absolute most delicate little mouse you can find. Notably, they don't like to mate with strangers but prefer males they know and feel safe with.

Carlisle - Horse

For starters, the thought of Carlisle trying to navigate hospital hallways with a massive horse stomping behind him is hilarious. Being unnoticed just got that much harder.

More, the man is steady as a rock, headstrong, may seem a bit odd to those around him and sometimes do things that make no sense to others. The horse is a very kind and forgiving animal, not to mention intelligent. The modern equine is the result of thousands of years of selective breeding, as humans have historically depended on close cooperation with the horse.

I think the døla horse is the perfect breed for him, as they are very determined, calm, and resolute, not to mention insanely strong. It's one of the smarter horse breeds. They're very beautiful, and were bred to be helpers to humans.

Edward - Snake

Silent, graceful, beautiful, enchanting, and surrounded by myth and lore. The snake is heavily laden with symbolism, which I find appropriate for Edward who is such an introspective and brooding person that he would have to have an animal that was more than just an animal but carried with it strong connotations. A snake is more than a snake, and a snake daemon is a statement if anything ever was.

Edward would hate having a snake for a daemon so much, it would fuel his self-loathing and self-romanticizing.

I decided on the Asian Vine Snake, as it is regarded as one of the most beautiful snake species out there. It's venomous, a skilled predator, and includes rodents in its diet.

Emmett - Dog

Dogs are easy-going, love easily, energetic, fun, and easy to form relationships with. They can be intensely protective of their families. On the flip side, few things are more intimidating than a big, angry, dog.

Specifically, I'm thinking a Labrador Retriever for Emmett. It's a beloved family dog, very fun and loyal. It's a large and strong breed, and can be quite rambunctious.

Esme - Seahorse

Esme is such an odd woman, she has to have an odd daemon. And nothing says odd like her carrying around a beautiful bowl (I'm thinking she straight up gets into glass blowing so that her daemon can have the loveliest bowl in the world) with exquisitely crafted aquarium decor. For hunts she has to put it in a water bottle, though, that or she gets Carlisle to hold the little fella.

Seahorse because that way her daemon is a parent too.

Jasper - Dog

Starting out as an obedient and loyal dog, by the time Jasper claws his way out of hell and to Alice's side his daemon is a tired, beaten old thing that just wants to live in peace.

Golden Retriever because like the lab it's a large breed, and it is a calm, loyal, and kind breed.

Renesmée - Kiwi bird

A very unique and odd little creature, that it even exists is a bit of a surprise. It's nearly been run extinct, too. Flightless and weak, it can't fend for itself but depends on either the absence of predators or the protection of those stronger than itself.

Rosalie - Cat

Cats are famously reclusive, stick to the people they're comfortable with and may appear stand-offish or even hostile to strangers, who in turn may assume the cat dislikes them when the cat just doesn't care. They are no less loving and loyal to the ones they care for.

Specifically, I see Rosalie as a semi-long hair red-silver pedigree cat, preferably a Siberian or a Norwegian Forest cat. Long hair because she's high maintenance and luxurious like that, and as for the specific breed - well. The intelligent and all-american Maine Coon would in theory be more appropriate for Rosalie, but the Maine Coon has a too masculine and square face. The Norwegian Forest is just as fierce, only more refined features - the Norwegian Forest has his features aimed towards a triangular shape, as a contrast to the Maine Coon's square shape. The Norwegian Forest cat is notably a one-man cat, many (though not all) have One Person™ they'll consider Mother.

The Siberian is a very sociable cat, and makes the list of candidates mostly because they're so ridiculously beautiful whilst retaining that hint of wilderness. Still, a bit on the cute end, and I find the Norwegian Forst more elegant, hence me partial to that breed.

(To the left: a bluesilver Norwegian Forest Cat, to the right a redsilver (the color I was thinking) Siberian cat)

(And yes, I think it's appropriate to be this obsessive about appearance because Rosalie herself would be.)

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Home

(Technoblade x Reader)

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You are on a journey. But what if your journey goes differently from what you planned? You wanted loot but you found yourself a mate for life... Oops.

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Sweat dripped down your face, as you trudged through the nether. How any living being could live here was beyond you.  Your boots tore through the netherack, as you traveled. The heat was becoming unbearable, and the water in your canteen dried up as soon as you entered this place. As much as you hated the nether… It was a necessity to travel through, to get to the ever-elusive woodland mansion.

 You had only ever heard of the mansion, through random whispers, so you decided to buy a map from one of the villagers. Though… Traveling through the nether was difficult for you, and you were starting to run out of obsidian. Making portals to the overworld, only to find that you weren’t even close to your destination.

 Sighing, you place down your nether portal, lighting it. You took a peek at the hellish scenery behind you, and you step through, vowing that the first water source you saw would be dry after you got a hold on it. When you opened your eyes, you felt relief at the cool breeze on your skin. You stepped out of the portal, your eyes landing on a lake just a few feet ahead of you. Needless to say, you drank as much water as you could without getting sick, before you went on your merry way through the birch forest you found yourself in. You walked hours, not really wanting to go back into the nether but at this point… The map in your hand still didn’t make sense to you. You followed that magic icon on your map, but it never seemed to budge.

Sighing, you take out your obsidian once more, recreating the portal and lighting it. When you stepped into the portal you walked into the blue forest on the other side. You cursed at your surroundings, while the forests were very pretty… They just slowed you down with how dense some of them were. Enemies could use it to their advantage too. You tightened your bag around your shoulder and walked forward, boots digging into the warped nylium.

 You were cautious, hand twitching for your bow and arrow, at any and all sounds around you. Cutting the warped wart in your path you found yourself in a small clearing. It made you hesitate, but you didn’t see anything to be worried about, so your shrugged and kept moving. Making your way to the other side of the clearing you pulled your sword out to cut at the wart in your path. Well… You didn’t get far. The sound of a crossbow string being pulled back, hit your ears and you whirled around.

 Another… Human…? No… Not a human. But something in between that of a piglin and a human. Tangled long pink hair spilled down his shoulders, a golden crown adorned the top of his head. A tattered red piece of fabric pooled to the ground. He wore the garb of a piglin brute, and you could see the golden axe hang at his back. His golden eyes pierced through you, daring you to make any type of movement. You didn’t hesitate, you pulled your bow forth notching your arrow, and pulling back the string.

 It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. The two of you stared each other down, through your weapons. Hearts pounding, you felt your shoulders rise and fall, your hand shook where he was calm. He finally spoke, and you didn’t understand him.

 Unbeknownst to you, the thing that caught his eye… Was the golden ring on your index finger, glinting at him. ‘Friend?’ He thought lowering his crossbow, you didn’t do the same. He could see you were scared, and he approached you slowly. Even if you yelled things at him that he couldn’t understand. He didn’t care, a measly arrow wouldn’t hurt him, not after all the fights with the other brutes he’d had to become their ruler. Hell, he didn’t even think you could hit him with how bad you were shaking.

 He reached out, pushing your bow down, as a way to show he was peaceful. You backed up into one of the trees, as your bow and arrow slipped from your hands. He knew you weren’t of his kind. But to submit so freely? He felt pity for you. You tried pushing away from him when he got too close, but he caught your hand with the ring on it. He fiddled with the tiny ring, almost enthralled with it. You felt his calloused hand cover yours and you could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks.

 “D-do you want it?” You said it to get him away from you, to appease him. “You can have i-it.” You grabbed the ring off your finger and held it out for him. “Here…” He looked back and forth between you and the ring, before he spoke again… He sounded as if he said, ‘For me?’, which caused you to nod your head at him…

 “Mate…”  It was really unfortunate that you couldn’t understand netherspeak… Because as soon as he fit the tiny ring on his pinky finger… It was sealed. The two of you were bound together forever… at least in the piglin world, and piglin’s never left their other half. After he was done studying the ring on his pinky, he got down on one knee, grabbing your hand pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You let out a squeak turning a shade darker before you bowed your head saying your goodbyes to him.

 What you didn’t think would happen was… that he would start following you… Wherever you went… You let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. He followed you like a puppy, but you couldn’t keep him. You had no idea what he said to you, he kept calling you something, it was a word you couldn’t pronounce yourself. To him you were his mate, and he would follow you anywhere.

 You found yourself panting before too long, the heat was starting to get to you again. You had to sit for a minute, and he sat with you, watching you pant, and rub the sweat from your face. You tried to fan yourself as your eyes finally settled on him. He seemed concerned for you, speaking his own language. Calling you his wife once more.

 “Why do you keep calling me that? What does it mean?” You said it more to yourself than to him, you sighed, “You can call me by my name…” You went through the motions with him teaching your name. He seemed to catch on quickly. He tried doing the same with you.

 “Technoblade?” You knew you were butchering it, but that’s what his name sounded like in Netherspeak to you. You just couldn’t get his name right. You opted to just keep calling him Techno. He seemed to have an easier time understanding you, learning from you. You pulled out a book from your bag, teaching him how to read your language, it was an old mythology book you had looted from a mineshaft a while back. It was a good thing to have if you were bored. You watched in awe as he seemed to grasp everything you were teaching him. He turned to a random page in the book.

 “”Persephone has eaten the fruit of the Underworld,” Hades said coolly, “she must return and rule it with me.”” You marveled at him, while he made some mistakes, that you helped him with, in reading, he really was a natural. When he didn’t know a word he asked you, to help, and he would relish in how close you got to him when you needed to lean over and read the word in the book.

 “Here Techno, you can keep this.” You said it slowly, “You can remember me every time you read from it.” He held the book close to his heart.

 “…” He watched you get up and dust yourself off. You waved your hand at him, and that caused him to get up himself, and follow you. You put your hand on his chest.

 “You have to stay Techno…” You tried reassuring him, he grabbed your hand at his chest his grip tightening on you. “I have to keep going.”

 “Stay.” His deep voice rumbled out, and his eyes pleaded with you. You weren’t sure you liked hearing him reply back in your own language… It made things harder now.

 “I can’t…” You whispered pulling your hand from his. You couldn’t bear this anymore. You made another portal on the spot; your lack of obsidian be damned, and you lit the portal. Techno growled throwing himself in between you and the portal, his golden axe at the ready. Was he… Protecting you from the portal? A few awkward seconds passed, and nothing happened, and you walked around him putting a hand on the portal. “Techno… This is my way home.”

 “Home?” You nodded explaining it to him. It took a few tries until he got it. “Home.” His hand landed on your shoulder. You shook your head, still not getting the fact that he had claimed you as his mate.

 “Your home is here Techno. I am not your home.” You stepped into the portal, and you gave him a pitiful look as he reached toward you. Hoping he wouldn’t follow, you disappeared through the portal in front of him. He panicked looking everywhere for you. His mate had suddenly vanished, and he hesitantly touched the purple substance in the portal, his hand going through. He stepped forward as you had. It was a rush, emotions hitting him all at once he fell into the overworld, his arms hitting the ground. Nausea hit him all at once, and he looked around at the foreign world before him, the world spun around him.

 “Oh gods… Techno.” He felt relief at your voice. You worried for him, usually when piglins left the nether, they zombified… You put your hand on his back, as you kneeled next to him. You didn’t want him to turn in to a zombie…

 Techno was fighting to keep consciousness; bile rose to the back of his throat and his mind started filling with voices. They were so loud… Why were they so loud? They spoke to him in netherspeak. Were these the voices of piglins who had already met their fate? Did you hear these voices too? His body burned in the sunlight, not to an extreme extent but it felt hotter than all those years in the nether. He could pick your voice out through the voices filling up his mind. His head hurt and he finally collapsed on the ground. You really didn’t know what to do. He reached for you.

 “Mate…” He weakly sputtered out reaching for your hand. You stood from him, as he passed out, disbelief lining your features. What did he say to you? You stepped away from him, turning from him. You didn’t make it five steps before you stopped to look back at him… You couldn’t just leave him there… You didn’t have the heart to.

 So… You pulled him to a shady area, and you watched over him. Relief flooded over you as you felt his pulse. He was well past the time of becoming zombified, at least for a normal piglin, could hybrids zombify? You had no idea. You just sat with him for hours, until he woke up.

 When his eyes cracked open you gave out a sigh of relief. He pulled you to him wrapping you in his arms as he warily looked around the two of you. It had gotten dark, so you set up camp for the night, building a fire for the both of you. You were in the middle of cooking baked potatoes for the two of you.

 “Home?” He asked, his chin resting on your head. You hesitated… Remembering how he had called you home earlier. Now you knew what he meant.

 “Not exactly.” You pushed yourself off of him, your eyes looking anywhere but him. “I’m far away from my home.” He seemed to process your words… He could understand you better, but only because a voice in the back of his mind translated your words to him…

 He just sat and watched you for a while, as you poked at the potatoes on the fire. He was curious, the food smelled delicious to him. It was then when you held out a potato for him to take, did he get to taste the cooked vegetable, let’s just say… He loved it. The expression on his face made you chuckle, and you offered yours up to him, after you put more potatoes on the fire. He wasn’t done with his own potato.

 “Take mine.” You offered to him. “I’ve got more coming.”

 “Eat.” His voice got serious. “Mate, eats first.”

 “Techno…” You sigh, “Why are you calling me your mate?” You looked in his golden eyes that softened every time they looked at you.

 “Gold,” He held his pinky finger up in the air showing the ring you had given to him. “Rit-ual,” He looked as if he was listening to someone, and they were telling him what to say. You were stunned at his words… Because you gave him gold… You were now his mate… The thought made your head spin.

 “Okay…” You didn’t know what to do at this point. Maybe you should have just left him? Maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. “If I hadn’t given you that ring, would you have killed me?” He looked away in thought.

 “Yes.” The thought of it made your heart sink. “I will pr-otect you always.” You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest… He had already gone this far for you… Leaving the nether was a huge risk and he was lucky he was hybrid, or he would have been a zombie.

 “What happens when a piglin loses their mate?” You asked. “Like if they die?” It took Techno a second to respond.

 “We join them.” He said it so casually, you bit your lip. “Nothing will happen.” His words brought a smile to your face.

 “Technoblade never dies eh?” You joked with him, and he nods.

 “Technoblade never dies.” He loved your name for him, and he would cherish it forever.

 ~~

 Technoblade didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He wanted so badly to give you the affection you deserved, but you shut him down almost immediately. He gave you the things you wanted, pretty ‘flowers’ as you called them. He made sure you were taken care of. He studied your reactions, and while you were resistant to his affections… He knew that he had an affect on you. He could read it on your face, or even smell when he aroused you. But you were still resisting him. He hated it.

 He continued trying to please you, and you were too wrapped up in the mansion to notice. It wasn’t like you ignored him, quite the opposite really… You just didn’t want to reciprocate feelings, at least not yet. But you loved teaching him what things were, teaching him how to speak properly. He listened to every word you taught him. You loved brushing through his pink tresses as well.

 The voices were immensely helpful at times, even if they were annoying. Telling him what to say and reminding him what things were when he couldn’t remember. But… They started calling for blood. They were aggressive… And he took his aggressions out when he hunted for meat, which helped, but his bloodlust always came back. He feared they would turn on you next.

 He followed you blindly, days turned into weeks and the end of your journey came. The two of you stood in front of the mansion. After all that time… You were now standing in front of the mansion. You were going to burn it to the ground after you were done. The two of you went through that mansion, killing enemies left and right. Well… Mostly Technoblade. You sat there on the top floor of the mansion as you watched him go ham.

 He was the most graceful fighter you had ever seen. He had grown on you, and you found yourself thinking about him more and more. You wanted to be with him, and in that moment, everything clicked for you. Taking down that mansion went quickly. You had gotten a few totems and you realized that… You didn’t even want the loot anymore. You wanted Techno. When the two of you searched the place through and through you lit it all on fire. The two of you stayed to watch it burn.

 “What do we do next?” Techno asked his golden eyes flicking to you.

 “We go home.”

 “Home?”

 “Yup.” You turned toward him, a blush spreading on your cheeks. “You’re my home now Techno.” You hoped to get loot from this trip, but as it turns out, that wasn’t the important part of this whole journey. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping on your tip toes to boost yourself up. You pressed your lips to his, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush up against him.

 This world was foreign to Techno, but kissing you felt like the most natural thing to him. You were his, and he was yours. No matter where you went, he would follow. He loved you, loved how you taught him things, loved how you brushed through his hair every morning. You set him free. Free from the fiery gates of hell as you put it.

 He wanted to explore this world with you. Even as you pulled back from him, he savored in the fact that you never pulled away from him. Not even as the two of you found yourself wrapped in each other’s arms for the night. It felt right. This world was where he was supposed to be because you were here. He was home.

[mud-castle]

In the dark mirror au, have their been instances were kittypet queens kinda just expect their kits to be taken and make sure that they're ready? Like, Thunderclan breaks into a Twoleg nest and instead of fighting the queen, she's just like "I've got two mollies and a tom, one of the mollies is a little small, though I think she's big enough to still go with you. I gave them forest-y names; Pebble, Fern, and Sparrow, please let them keep their names as a final gift from their mother." Has something like that ever happened?

Wow, that's depressing...

So, I must put it in:

Story below the cut:

Paprika was a fool.

She had known of the raids the forest cats sometimes launched on the neighborhood cats. She had known of the kits that had been stolen and of mothers and fathers who had been injured when they tried to protect them.

Yet, she had also known that the raids were rare, more often done on loners, rogues, and city cats. The forest cats didn't want to draw the ire of the humans by attacking their pets too often. Rather, their attacks on the neighborhood were more often made at those who had strayed too close to their beloved trees.

So, Paprika had dismissed the concerns of her friend Trixie when she'd told her of her plans to have kits. The last raid the forest cats had been just about a month ago. Often, they only happened two or three times a year. Paprika had seen a number of kittens born, grow, and be given their own housefolk.

Paprika had always wanted kits, little ones running around under her paws. She'd daydreamed of the things she would teach them. Like, the best places to sharpen your claws, the names of types of birds that came around the feeder, how to get your housefolk to scratch the itch you couldn't reach, and so much more. And, like the idiot she was, she'd decided that it was safe to finally have her own.

She'd been given birth to three precious kittens three months later. Two mollies and a tom. Two weeks went by without issue. Parenting was a little harder than she anticipated, but with the help of her housefolk, she took to it rather easily. The kittens had opened their eyes and ears and explored the world that was the basket in the kitchen.

A week later, a forest cat had been spotted four houses from her own. It had simply walked along the fence, looking into houses, and disappeared about an hour later. Paprika kept a closer eye on her kittens. They had begun to babble, weakly attempting to mimic her own words.

Two nights after that, the cat was seen again. Two houses from her own. It had done the same thing, watching the houses, before going off once again. Paprika decided to stay in the house instead of spending her mornings and evenings outside chatting with the neighborhood cats and dogs. Her kits had started mewing their first word. "Mama"

Two nights later, Paprika was awoken by nothing. Her kittens lay sound asleep next to her. She gave each of them a lick on the head, heart warming as they purred contently. Her housefolk had gone to bed a little earlier than usual. She could hear him snoring away. With a yawn, she turned her head towards the window. She froze.

Wide, orange eyes locked onto narrowed, green ones. Paprika had never seen a forest cat before. It was big, far bigger than her. She couldn't see much of its details as it had its back turned to the light of the moon. But she could see its eyes slide over to where her kittens were nestled against her, and the glint of fangs as its mouth parted into a wide, wicked grin.

Paprika bristled, alarm shooting through her body. She turned in the direction of her housefolk's room, wondering if she could wake him up before the forest cat could try anything. But when she turned back to the window, it was gone. Paprika didn't go back to sleep.

Rage hit first, then indignance, then helplessness. There was nothing she could do to protect her kittens. She'd personally seen the wounds on cat who had fought back. The forest cats never killed them, but they left some wishing they had. She plead for help, but no one would. Many cats turned their noses, sneering that she deserved it for making such a idiotic decision. Others simply gave her a pitying look, unwilling to risk their lives for a pawful of kits. They told her to accept her fate. Some of the dogs had wanted to help, but were unable to escape their backyards. Deep down she'd known better than to bother asking.

So, she did the one thing she could think of. She prepared her kittens for the inevitable. She made up stories of strong, noble cats who fought monsters in the woods. She taught them a hunting a crouch as best as she could. They began to speak in full sentences. They played games like "Hunter" where one of them was a mouse and the others had to catch them, or "Battle" where their made up groups fought off monsters.

It took longer than she thought, about a month later. But, she wasn't surprised when one night when her housefolk had gone out they appeared in the kitchen , eyes gleaming, claws flexing. No doubt prepared for a fight. They were big, and their pelts were unnaturally glossy and sleek. Paprika eyed each one, a spotted molly, a light gray tom, and the cat she'd seen in the window. His jaw was scarred and crooked.

She sighed quietly, numbness overtaking her body. She nudged her kittens to the strange cats, ignoring the confused squeaks of protest. The foresters blinked at her in surprise, expecting her to fight back or at least run.

"These are my kits," she began quietly, "there are two mollies and a tom."

She nudged the first kit, a dark tabby molly. "This one is Sparrow, she's the eldest." The bold kit swatted at the spotted she-cat when she bent to pick her up. The wild cat withdrew, hissing slightly, before snatching her up roughly.

"Ow!" Sparrow cried, "Mama! She's hurting me!"

Paprika flinched, but nosed her second kit, "He is Fern, the second oldest." Fern, took a slight step back, glancing back warily.

"Mama?"

He didn't fight when the gray tom picked him up, gentler than the spotted one had been with Sparrow.

A lump had begun to form in her throat by the time she turned to her youngest, the runt. "This is Pebble, she's the youngest. She's a little small but-" she paused to choke back sob, "but, I think she's strong enough to make the journey."

None of the cats moved. The crooked jawed tom stared at the kitten for a long moment. Finally, he sneered, speaking for the first time, "Scrap couldn't even survive a stiff wind." He flicked his tail, and the other two cats moved towards the door.

A strange mix of relief and guilt made Paprika's legs quiver. She quickly took her littlest one back to the basket, almost afraid he'd change his mind if she took too long. Her other kittens cried for her as they were taken away from the basket, away from their home, away from her. She curled her paws around her littlest one, not daring to face the foresters again, unable to face the looks of betrayal her kittens were surely throwing her.

She heard a scoff from behind her, the spotted molly, "I told you kittypets were cowardly, they won't even defend their own kits."

"She'll just have more later." The crooked jawed tom answered breezily, "Probably won't even remember these ones."

Another voice, the gray tom, "Next time she should mate with a stronger tom. These tiny things are hardly worth the effort."

Their voices grew muffled as they left through the cat flap.

She looked to the little kitten they had left her. Pebble. Paprika's lips curled back at the name. Never would this little one be taken from her. She would not touch the land beyond the fence or fight over a pile of bones. Paprika wanted her to never have any association with the wild cats. This little kit would never know hunger, or bloodshed, or anything outside of the housefolk's protection. And she certainly wouldn't bear the name of anything from that wretched forest.

She clutched her littlest one close, her rage giving way to grief. She finally allowed her tears to fall, for sobs to shake her shoulders. How could she have been so stupid?

"Mama?" her kitten mewed, pawing at her face in concern, "Are you okay? Mama?"

"Next time" the gray tom had said.

Next time?

There wouldn't be a next time.

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Once stung, thrice bitten - Chapter 4

AN: Mentions of vampire death, hints to depression, tiny bit of yandere Volturi Kings and manipulation.

For the first time in ages, Athenodora was happy. So happy in fact that she almost ran into Marcus. The older vampire steadied her easily.

“Careful, sister.” He rumbled as he held onto her arm, “The next wall you run into may not be as forgiving.”

Contrary to popular opinion, Marcus had a sense of humour.

“It must be a good day if Marcus is making a joke.” Athenodora thought and then she realised what he’d called her.

“Marcus, you know as well as I do that Caius and I are not mates and neither are Aro and Sulpicia. There is no need to call me “sister.””

Marcus leant down a little, “You and Sulpicia may not be mated to my brothers but you both are part of my family.”

Marcus suddenly let go of Athenodora’s arm and his eyes widened but it wasn’t out of fear.

“Sister,” he offered her his arm, “please accompany me to the throne room.”

Athenodora looked longingly at the door before taking Marcus’ arm and letting him escort her to the throne room.

Demetri and Felix opened the heavy doors as if they weighed nothing and they bowed to Marcus and Athenodora as they passed.

Athenodora groaned as she heard a rogue vampire pleading for his immortal life to Aro and Caius.

“And here is the reason I do not sit in Court.”

The vampire’s head turned to face the newest arrivals, “King Marcus, I beg mercy from you.”

Marcus gently dropped Athenodora’s arm and strode over to the vampire. With a quick flick of his wrist, the nomad stopped pleading for mercy.

“Brother.” Caius smirked, “I am supposed to be the murderous one.”

“I will not apologise for my actions. Not only did he draw attention to us, but he also prevented me from revealing the news about our mate to you.”

“Splendid news brother,” Aro clapped and then held out his hand. Caius sat up straighter in his seat suddenly much more interested than when the vampire was pleading for mercy.

Marcus looked back at Athenodora and Aro understood, “Please come forward, dear sister.”

As with Marcus, Athenodora knew that this wasn’t a request no matter how politely it was phrased. She walked forwards and placed her hand in Aro’s.

An excited hiss left Aro as he watched Athenodora’s memories.

“Well?” Caius demanded impatiently, “Our mate, Aro?”

“She was dating a Jedi and he broke her heart over text. Athenodora met her last night because of the smell of the Jedi that clung to her clothing. They talked and learnt some things about each other.”

“Is our mate human?”

“Yes, Caius. She is.”

Caius gnashed his teeth and crossed his arms as Marcus focused. The line that connected him and his brothers to their mate was made up of two colours. On Marcus, Caius and Aro’s side, the line was a vibrant, deep red and on the side of their now known but unmet mate, the line was a bright yellow and it reminded Marcus of the mortals’ perception of the sun. While Marcus continued to focus on the line, the vibrant red slowly crept forwards and covered the yellow before pausing.

“Progress.” Marcus exhaled before frowning as he remembered that Aro had said your Jedi partner had dumped you over text. You deserved better than that.

“She must be protected, Aro!”

“And she will be Caius. She will have the best protection imaginable. She will have us and Athenodora will bring her to us, won’t you, Athenodora?”

The only thing Athenodora could do was nod and selfishly, she hoped that you would forgive her eventually.

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My very first mechanisms fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40981737

Found Family! Soft, protective Jonny! Newly mechanized Ivy! Hurt/comfort! Stealing Ashes’ stuff! All this and more for the low low price of pls read my fic.

Full fic under cut:

Logically, Ivy knew that this wasn’t the end of the world. Firstly, she was on the Aurora, her home for the last month or so, so there wasn’t a world to be ending. Secondly, she’d survived the end of her world, at least that’s what Carmilla had told her when she woke up with no memories and a computer for a brain. And Thirdly, millions of species across the galaxies experience menstruation, and in the grand scheme of things some abdominal cramping and a bit of blood were inconsequential, infinitesimal.

But despite the whole computer-for-brains-logicality, Ivy was kind of panicking. Logic dictated that she must have had periods before, as she was an adult biological female of her species, but she had no waking memories of her life before her mechanism. Only unremembered flashes in her dreams. Her data logs revealed that, though she wasn’t the only woman on the ship, no one else on the Aurora experienced periods. Making her the odd one out yet again.

She knew that she needed to move, to take care of the blood slowly seeping into her bedsheets, but the blind panic kept tightening her chest, making it hard to listen to the logical analog running through her head. Her breaths quickened and stuttered, and a tiny part of her algorithms wondered why Carmilla had programmed her head to allow such reactions. Another part of her was glad she was still human enough for it.

A loud banging on her door frightened her out of her spiral. From the intensity it sounded like Jonny, which puzzled Ivy. Jonny had been pretty much avoiding her, though the ship was huge so there was a 38% chance that their paths just hadn’t crossed in the short time she’d been with him. Though when they did meet for the weekly “Family Dinners” Carmilla insisted on, he insisted on calling her the “Baby Immortal”. She was still jumpy around the wanton violence that filled the ship, especially between Jonny and Ashes (Nastya told her that Jonny felt threatened by Ashes, as technically the role of Quartermaster outranks him, and that Ashes keeps picking in an attempt to establish dominance, but the data is inconclusive).

“Don’t come in.” Ivy’s voice is flat, almost monotone, as is her default in stress. It took more energy and brainpower to show the emotions she felt, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was how she was before, or if it was a quirk of her new brain. The knocking stopped, and was quickly replaced by Jonny’s voice.

“Hey, Aurora sent me to check on ya, I dunno why she didn’t sent fuckin’ Nastya or some shit, but she did seem kinda worried? So I guess I just wanna make sure you’re…okay? Well as ok as you can be.” Jonny’s voice had an unfamiliar tone that Ivy’s brain cataloged as…worried perhaps? Annoyed, but softer?

“I…” Ivy didn’t know how to respond. She curled up tighter, feeling miserable. “I guess you can come in.” Jonny was more used to blood than she was, maybe it wouldn’t bother him.

The door opened with a quiet whoosh. “Ok, Baby Immortal, what’s…wrong…?” Jonny trailed off as he got closer, and Ivy buried her face in her pillow. “Oh.” Ivy felt the bed dip a bit, Jonny must’ve sat down. “Hey, It’s ok, this shit’s natural…at least, for a lot of species it is…though I guess if it’s not natural for you then we might have a fucking problem--”

“No…” Ivy cut him off. “It’s natural, and I know it is but I just…” She took a shaky breath. “I wasn’t expecting it, and it hurts and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t know what to do.”

She also wasn’t expecting the explosive first mate to gently touch her arm, and she flinched a little at the unexpected sensation. The weight immediately lifted, and Ivy shifted so she could see Jonny’s face. He didn’t seem as…feral as he usually did, not as sharp.

“Well, I think you should get cleaned up, I can go see if we have anything for the pain and for…y’know…the blood. I’d suggest a hot shower, and we’ll figure this out. ‘Kay?”

Ivy felt like her limbs were made of lead, but she nodded. She moved towards her en suite bathroom (a necessity on the Aurora. I mean, can you imagine a crew of immortal space pirates having to share a bathroom? More like a Bloodbath room.) Everything ached as she shrugged off her shorts and tank top, but the hot water did wonders and she stayed under the spray for way too long.

But all good things have to end apparently. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel she was 97.03% sure hadn’t been there before, and noted that her bloody shorts weren’t where she left them. Had she really been so out of it that Jonny had snuck into her bathroom without her noticing? Walking into her bedroom confirmed her suspicions: Her bed had been stripped and the sheets replaced. There was a box of tampons and some sparacetamol (space paracetamol) on her bed with a note.

cum down to my korters courter qarte room when your ready or dont i dont care but i do have a heating pad and choclat -- JDV

Spelling and grammar errors aside, Ivy found herself touched by the offer. She took care of herself and got dressed in a sports bra and some baggy sweats she stole from Ashes, popping some of the painkillers dry and scooping up one of her books as she headed down to Jonny’s quarters. She reached into her pocket and found a knife and one of Ashes’ lighters. At least she had a weapon if this turned out to be a trap, though there was really only an 18.09% chance of that.

She’d never been to Jonny’s room before, though it largely looked the way she’d imagined: clothes and belts strewed about, mysterious stains and dents in the walls, more weaponry than there was in the armoury. But the bed was made, not super neatly but obviously done, with a weighted blanket, heating pads, and lots of pillows laid out. Jonny was in the center of the room kicking piles of clutter into his closet, but he stopped when Ivy knocked on the open doorframe.

“Ah, feeling any better?”

Ivy nodded. “I’m feeling 12.78% better than I did before.”

Jonny nodded sagely. “Well let’s see if we can boost that any higher.” He led her to the bed and helped her arrange all her limbs into a comfortable position: back propped up with pillows, heating pads for both her back and her stomach, as well as a cooler with ice packs if she overheated, blankets for if she got chilly, and some expensive looking chocolate. When the note said chocolate, she was expecting a sphershey’s bar or something similar. Jonny caught her looking and gave her a sharp-toothed grin.

“Nicked these from Ashes’ stash while they were busy doing inventory. New the fucker was holding out on me.”

He walked over to his desk, kicking things out of the way as he did so. Ivy catalogued another new expression as he turned back to face her, this time…sheepish? In his hands was a small stack of paperback novels, a little tattered around the edges but clearly loved and cared for.

“I know you like reading, though these are just shitty dime novels, but I kind of liked them so I thought you might wanna, fuck I dunno, read ‘em?” Jonny was refusing to make eye contact with her as he began to ramble. “You don’t have to, they’re prolly not as good as whatever you brought for yerself but…”

“Why are you doing this?” That came out way blunter than Ivy meant it, cutting through Jonny’s downward spiral. “I mean…All these nice things, like washing my clothes and sheets and stealing from Ashes and finding me tampons and giving me your heating pads and books I…” Ivy took a breath. “You don’t even like me. So I can’t figure out why Aurora sent you to take care of me, or you’re being so nice.”

“I…” Jonny looked visibly uncomfortable at the prospect of talking about feelings, but he squared his shoulders. “I do like you, Baby Immortal. I know I’m the fucking worst at showing it, but you’re part of the dysfunctional immortal family now. I’ve been avoiding you cause I’m angry Carmilla mechanized you, that you didn’t have a choice in the matter and that you don’t remember who you were, but I’m not mad at you. And Aurora sent me ‘cause I’m the only one in this godforsaken crew that knows what you’re going through.”

Ivy blinked. “My data banks say that no one else in the crew experiences periods.”

“Yeah, well I don’t anymore,” Jonny bit out. “The doc fixed that when she took my heart out. Hysterectomy, Double Mastectomy, and Open Heart Surgery at the same time. To be fair, I was dead at the time so it wasn’t a strain on me, and my mechanism sped up my recovery time crazy fast. It’s one of the only redeeming things about the whole clusterfuck: I have to live forever, but at least I can do it in the body I wanted.” His words took on a bitter tone, and his face turned red as he realized how much he’d said. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble…”

Ivy recalled that Jonny had traveled with Carmilla for about a year before being mechanized, which made the box of tampons and heating pad make much more sense. She gave Jonny a small smile. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

Jonny shrugged. “That’s what I’m here for. Now, I’ll get out of your bright red hair and--”

“Wait, you’re not staying?” Ivy blurted out. Jonny looked back at her with wide eyes.

“I mean, I figured you’d want some time to yourself and I’m not the nicest to be around so I thought I’d fuck off for a bit to give you some space?” He looked a bit unsure.

“Will…” Ivy didn’t want him to go. “Will you stay?” Though it was Jonny’s room, so maybe she should go?

Jonny froze for a moment, like a blue-screening computer, and Ivy could swear she heard the windows startup noises as he rebooted. But before she could panic again, the first mate shrugged, a bit too forcefully to be natural, and climbed into the bed next to her. She snuggled into his side and opened one of his dime novels, one with a cyborg cowboy on the cover. And they spent the next few hours curled up together, Ivy reading aloud and Jonny playing the part of a combination weighted blanket/heating pad.

And it didn’t feel like the end of the world anymore.