#Mentioned: the wasp beast

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So close to being finished with my post office training! I just have to do my driver's test next Thursday and I'm officially an assistant rural carrier! Which is step one in becoming a full time employee and receiving those sweet, sweet government job bennies. But also, it's a lot of sorting and shit, and tism go brrrrrrrr with that.

[cyren-myadd]

Could you make a Quaritch ticklish fic with his son Spider, please?

I've never gotten a request before! I hope you enjoy:

“Hey, Quaritch, look at this!”

Quaritch looked up from where he was washing his sweat-soaked tank top in a small stream at the sound of Spider’s voice. It took him a moment to spot him crouched among a bunch of oversized ferns, with something cradled in his hands. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was from his position. When Spider saw he had his attention, he very, very slowly stood and walked over to Quaritch with his mysterious prize hidden in his arms.

Alarm bells immediately went off in Quaritch’s head and his ears twitched up in alarm. Spider never did anything “very, very slowly,” so there had to be a reason for it. The shit eating grin on his face gave Quaritch the sneaking suspicion that whatever the reason was, he wasn’t going to like it.

Quaritch went back to cleaning his top and hoped Spider would get bored and leave him alone, but he had no such luck. To his dismay, Spider marched right up to him and gently displayed his hands with a soft, “ta da!”

“Ugh!” Quaritch didn’t bother trying to hide his disgust at the sight of the hideous little creature in Spider’s hands: it looked like the nightmarish offspring of a scorpion and a hornet, and it was about the size of a small dog. Coarse, wiry hair covered its spindly legs, and a wicked-looking stinger hovered mere centimeters above the unprotected skin of Spider’s palm. Quaritch’s ears flattened back in revulsion. Why such a beast would ever need to exist was beyond him. God, he hated this damn planet.

Spider snickered at his reaction. “You like it?”

“No! What the hell even is that? Why are you holding it?” Quaritch leaned away from Spider warily. He wouldn’t put it past the kid to try and throw it at him for shits and giggles. “Put that thing back where you found it before it stings you for Christ’s sake!”

“The Na’vi call it kalwey. Humans call it tarantula-wasp.” Spider explained, calmly letting the little nightmare crawl over his arms.

“If this is your way of asking for a pet, the answer is no.”

“Kalwey isn’t a pet. It’s a game!”

Quaritch stared balefully down at Spider and his new “friend.” He didn’t even want to ask. In the end, he didn’t need to ask because Spider continued explaining anyway.

“So, kalwey have a venom for hunting their prey. It’s harmless to Na’vi and humans, but it sure stings a lot. The Omaticaya have a game where you take turns holding the kalwey to prove you can stay calm under pressure, ‘cause the kalwey is easily startled, but it won’t sting as long as you keep your cool, see?” Sure enough, Spider stayed relaxed and the kalwey crawled up and down his arms without threatening to sting. It even crawled all the way up to his head and onto the plexiglass of his exopack. The damned thing was so big Quaritch couldn’t even see Spider’s face behind it, but he didn’t need to see to know he was still grinning like an idiot.

“Well, that’s great, kid. I’m so glad you were raised by people who think this is a good past-time.” He responded dryly.

“Wanna play with me?”

“No.”

“Aww, why not?” Spider whined while the kalwey migrated to the top of his head. It must’ve thought his dreadlocks were a good place to nest, because it folded up its legs and sat there like the world’s ugliest hat.

“Because this is ridiculous. Put it back.”

“What’s the matter? You scared?”

“I said, put it back.”

“You know, Jake is, like, really good at this game. It’s probably impossible to beat him…”

The mention of Sully instantly made Quaritch narrow his eyes. He stared Spider down for a long minute. Then, he heaved a heavy sigh and stuck out one hand. “Fine. Give me the damn bug.”

“Ha!” Spider crowed victoriously before gently removing the kalwey from its perch on his head and placing it into Quaritch���s palm.

Quaritch grimaced at the feel of its hairy little feet digging into his skin. Then, to his horror, it started crawling up his arm. He held his arm away from his body, hoping to discourage the creature from getting closer to him, but he had no such luck. It scuttled over the eagle tattoo and reached his shoulder, putting it uncomfortably close to his face. He realized he should’ve put his tank top back on before agreeing to play this ridiculous game, but it was too late to do anything about it now. All he could do was watch as the creature inched closer to his unprotected torso.

“Spider…”

“Just relax! The rule is that you have to let the kalwey go where it wants.” Explained Spider, who looked like he was enjoying Quaritch’s discomfort immensely.

Quaritch was about to tell Spider to take the damned thing off of him before it reached his neck, but then Spider said with a smug little smirk, “don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“Of course not!” Quartich snapped, mentally resigning himself to letting the kalwey have free reign of his body until Spider got bored of the game. He had a pretty short attention span. Hopefully, this would get old for him soon.

To Quaritch’s relief, when the kalwey reached his collarbone, it didn’t crawl up onto his neck, but instead went down onto his chest. Then, Quaritch found himself wishing it had crawled onto his neck when it reached his sides. Eight tiny, prickly feet dug into his striped blue skin as it crawled up and down.

Quaritch pressed his lips together in a tight line. His tail twitched and his chest started to shake. He prayed the little monster would move down onto his legs, which were protected by his pants, but unfortunately, it seemed to like skittering over his belly and his sides. Quaritch jammed his fist against his lips as his shoulders started to shake even harder.

Spider’s impish grin faded as he watched Quaritch shake. “Uh… are you okay?”

“Take it— take it off.” Quaritch wheezed through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“I said, ta– ake it off,” he repeated, his voice strained.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Spider—” he snapped in irritation, and suddenly, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. A small laugh escaped him that made his belly shake. “Aha, ha!”

Spider recoiled in surprise. It was the first time he’d ever heard him laugh. He probably hadn’t even thought Quaritch could laugh.

Unfortunately, the way Quaritch’s body shook from struggling to hold in his laughter upset the kalwey. It let out a warning hiss at having its exploration disturbed, and raised its wicked stinger menacingly.

“Spider, now!” Quaritch barked between strained laughs.

Right before the creature could sting him, Spider snapped out of his surprise and smacked it off his body so fast it didn’t have time to strike. Once the kalwey was gone, all the laughs Quaritch had been holding back finally escaped him.

“Ha, ha, ha— oh, hell!” He wheezed out a deep belly laugh before quickly sobering up into a scowl.

Spider stared up at him in confusion. “Quaritch?”

“Don’t ever ask me to do something like that again. That’s an order.” He snapped. His skin itched with the memory of little feet scampering over his skin.

“Wait a minute…” Spider began slowly. The confused look on his face was quickly giving way to something much more mischievous. It was a look Quaritch definitely didn’t like. “Are you ticklish?”

“No, I am not ticklish.” Quaritch glowered down at Spider, whose grin was growing wider by the second.

“Yuh-huh, you totally are!”

“I’m not a child, Spider. Of course I’m not ticklish. Now, come on, let’s get back to the rest of the squad.” Quaritch grabbed his wet tank top and quickly turned to leave, hoping if he changed the subject fast enough Spider would forget about the whole affair.

He didn’t make it five steps before a small set of hands dug into his sensitive sides. It startled him so much that he let out a small squeal of a laugh— a sound so unmanly it was downright shameful. The embarrassing little giggle was quickly drowned out by Spider bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit, you are ticklish! Ha!” He guffawed.

“You little—!” With a growl of embarrassment, Quaritch whipped around to scowl at him. He couldn’t believe Spider actually had the audacity to tickle him. Fucking tickle him. Quaritch was a colonel for Christ’s sake, not one of his little Na’vi friends to play around with.

While Spider continued to laugh at his expense, Quaritch scrambled to come up with the appropriate reaction to his behavior. If one of his subordinates had ever dared to tickle him, he would’ve had them court martialed faster than they could say Jack Robinson. But Spider wasn’t one of his subordinates. He couldn’t exactly court martial a teenager with no rank. Technically, Spider was a prisoner of war, but no POW would ever be in a position to mess with a colonel. Besides, Quaritch didn’t really want to treat him like a POW. At a loss for how to discipline him for his insubordination, all he could do was continue to glare at him disapprovingly while he howled with mean-spirited laughter.

“Alright, that’s enough. Shut up and come back to camp with me.” Quaritch ordered. He hoped the warning tone in his voice would be enough to make Spider forget this ever happened, but Spider either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he was on thin ice.

“Oh my god, the big bad Colonel Quaritch is ticklish! Who knew this was your weakness all along?” Spider snickered.

Quaritch turned to stomp back to camp, and this time Spider barely waited for his back to turn before a sneaky little hand snaked towards his exposed side. Unfortunately for Spider, this time Quaritch was ready for him. Before he could tickle him again, Quaritch seized his wrist and pinned the giggling Spider to the ground.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Quaritch snapped before he dug his fingers into Spider’s sides just how he’d dug his hands into his. Nothing happened. He changed tactics and tried to get a reaction by lightly tickling his belly and then his armpits, but it didn’t work. Instead of helplessly laughing, Spider just smirked.

Quaritch sat back on his haunches, but kept a hand on Spider to keep him pinned. “You’re not ticklish.”

“Nope! Just you.” Despite being pinned to the ground by someone who could easily crush his ribcage, Spider didn’t look worried at all. In fact, he was grinning so wide he looked like the cheshire cat. 

Quaritch’s ears twitched down in embarrassment. What the hell was he doing? He was squatting in the mud trying to tickle his captured translator like an idiot; he was making a fool of himself! When Spider had tried to tickle him again, he hadn’t thought it through, he’d just reacted, wrestling him to the ground on instinct. Why was this of all things his first instinct? This wasn’t any way to treat a subordinate, and it certainly wasn’t a way to treat a POW. If anything, this was— Quaritch’s tail flicked upwards as he realized where he’d seen this before. A hazy, half forgotten memory swam to the surface of his borrowed psyche: a much younger, much more human Miles Quaritch play-fighting with his father long, long before he’d ever even heard of a place called Pandora. With a jolt, Quaritch realized that Spider looked a lot less like a POW getting chewed out for messing with his captor, and a lot more like a young Miles smiling as he played with his dad.

Quaritch didn’t know how he felt about that.

Before he could make up his mind, a small hand snuck past his defenses and pinched his side, sending him into another fit of compulsive laughter. Spider crowed in delight at successfully tickling him again.

“Boy, if you don’t cut that out—!” Quaritch cried, but this time there was no venom in his tone. He let his inner turmoil go and let his instincts take over. Scooping Spider up into his arms, he put him in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles into his dreadlocked head.

“Hey, get off!” Spider protested as he tried to squirm out of his grip, but there was no real urgency to it.

This wasn’t the first time Quaritch had held Spider, but it was the first time he’d done so without Spider genuinely fighting to get away from him. Though Spider pushed back against his over-sized arms, his movements were playful and he laughed as he did it. It was nice, Quaritch realized. He liked the feeling of holding Spider and knowing he wasn’t scared; knowing he trusted Quaritch not to hurt him.

Once Spider started to tire from pushing against Quaritch’s much stronger arms, Quaritch swung him back onto his feet and let him go. “Alright, you little knucklehead. You’ve had your fun, but if you go trying to poke me again, I’m gonna throw you in the creek, you hear me?”

“Aye, aye, captain.” Spider replied with a sarcastic salute.

They started to walk back towards where the other recoms were setting up camp for the night. Before they were in ear shot, Spider shot Quaritch a sly grin. “So, does the rest of the squad know you’re ticklish?”

Quaritch lightly smacked his leg with his tail as he walked by. “Remember what I said about throwing you in the creek?”

Laughing, Spider threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Your secret is safe with me, old man!”

[ruumirmir]

Reprise of a rolling mist

Part 1 Part 2 (soon)

☽◯☾ Summary - You, the revered God of Healing and Mist, one of the oldest friends of Zhongli, are not one to be easily taken down, but alas, in the Archon war of brutal massacres, you can’t escape death for long.  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Characters - Zhongli, (minor) Cloud Retainer, (minor) Madame Ping ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Tags - Zhongli x Reader || Gender Neutral || Angst || Eventual happy ending || Description of blood, violence, and fatal injuries || Mention of death   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Word count - 1.2k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Rumour◇ says - my first ever fanfic to be published on tumblr. In case you haven’t seen my previous post, please do! It has some context in it. I hope i did peepaw some justice,, as much as I love him, it was slightly hard to pin his personality down especially in this wild scenario. I’ll probably belt out the part 2 really soon cause I’m done with it, just gotta decorate the post lmao.

‎• ——————————————————————— The nearby corpse of a beast twitches once before falling still. The loud ringing in your head gets louder by the passing minute. Mouth set into a grimace, you roll onto your back and hack out a wet cough.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It's hard to breathe with a gaping hole in your torso, still fresh and bloody. Your half-lidded eyes focus onto a speck of ash, floating up to melt into the night air. ‎  ‎

‎ ‎ ‎

The God of War doesn’t fear. No. He is the one who’s feared. And yet...

“No...”, Morax kneels there, watching his old friend, laid upon the charred grass.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your once lustrous hair, now melds into the soot-stained ground, tainted by blood and grime. Your breaths come shallow and short. For all the dust and debris left in the battle's wake, Mt. Tianheng had a pleasant breeze to offer.

His palm find its way to yours; cold to the touch. Fingers tighten around you, and the clarity slowly returns to your hazy eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air. His gaze lingers over the yawning cavity in your body; charred at the edges. From such a pair of gods, its not Morax who wields the power to heal and mend. It’s not you who possesses the energy to do so.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And so. his hands tremble uselessly over your gut, or the lack thereof.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His most trusted. His closest companion. His oldest friend... The one who shares countless memories with him. The one who had promised to do so for many more years to come.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"M-morax," his name spoken like a sigh. The corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile. Your stomach flares in pain when you fight back a strangled whine. "I am... not your burden to bear amidst a battle."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He sits by you, pained. “Hush... do not strain yourself by talking.” You lie before him, bleeding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“O great Rex Lapis, won't you be kind? Won't you be wise? Renounce your lands and people? Spare us all a calamity from befalling those subjects of yours? It’s the least of your payment... for eons of slaughter caused by your hands”

A great many creatures had cackled, with many more swarming in. The seething mass of... beastly wasps, misshapen and overgrown, were all too eager for a massacre. A hivemind; disgustingly coordinated in brains and brawn. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

By the first rumbling of his meteorite that bombed over Mt. Tianheng, a familiar billowing mist had rolled forward to assist. Whether in your solid body, or a lashing mist, it was hard to quell the pyro gnats. ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The grass is stained red by now.  He takes your hand and grips it tight, to his chest. You brush your fingers over his bruised knuckles.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ By the second rumbling of raining spears, Morax’s harsh orders had sent the adepti and yakshas scrambling towards the unprotected city of Liyue. . . . By the third rumbling of his shield molding around you... a flaming projectile had already shot clean through your torso.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

You need to fight to keep your eyes open.  From a simple flesh wound... what a joke. Your not the admired deity of recovery, just in name, are you?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your fingers twitch, tightening around his robes. "Help me sit upright..."

His sharp exhale falls upon your brows, and with the utmost softest touch, You’re pulled up against his torso. Your head sags against his shoulder, where you can feel the thick pool of sorrow under his skin.

"Please... I do not want to cause you more hurt," The words fall hollow from his lips. He holds you up gently, and you can finally focus on his face.  … where you’re met with a wet shine to his eyes.

"What... are you trying to do?" His mouth trembles downwards ever so slightly.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

But you... you break out in a rebellious smile, don’t you?

The pain is unbearable. And you laugh all the harder for it. Sweat beads your forehead, and your fingers dig into his arm when he presses into your stomach to slow the bleeding. You bite out a groan. It burns.

"Don't look at me like that Morax", you pant. "This... this is but child’s play for a healer of my caliber...."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Yet, your life trickles out like the grains of sand in an hourglass, and your vision flickers. 

He wipes the blood off your lip, clearly vexed, "You are still yourself, I see. Even as you lay here, near death, you are still joking."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Just... won’t you humor me one last time?" You rasp out, feeling faint. All sensations except the gritting pain have left already. "Lend me some energy- so my body can return to what it once was..."

"Because... I, the Healer God of Mist, am alone the revered one... who holds mortality at my fingertips..." your voice breaks towards the end, but you still flash a smile of dogged arrogance, don’t you? (There is nothing but a theory borne from your feverish thoughts.)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He gazes at you; minutes away from the end. The god who holds no regrets, who has not one ounce of fear in their voice. (You have never been more terrified of death, for you only know how to run from it.) With a melancholy rustle of feathers, comes another soft voice, "Ever so conceited, until the very end...”, Cloud retainer murmurs into the night.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His skin glows alight, veins illuminated on his chest and arms. His gnosis ignites for your fanatical whims. It always did.  "How could I ever refuse you...?", his trembling voice, so quiet. You’re met with a familiar embrace.

‎ … ‎ ‎ ‎ “If mortals pray to gods in their time of need, who does a god pray to?”

Two drops fall to your neck, rolling away until they wet your clothes.

“No one.” His smile is soft, and voice raspy. “A god can only pray to himself... but, he may have hope in others.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your body slowly starts to dissipate into millions of droplets of condensation that scatter into the air, where the wind blows parts of you away, and away. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The soft tunes of a zither ring out into the air, permeating the atmosphere with a slow melody. An adeptus sits atop a nearby rock, her eyes downcast.

ah. ‘Ping's zither’, you sigh. ‘How kind of her.’

And he smiles through his tears.

Isn't it beautiful?

A great rolling mist dissolves into the air. With dust and ash in the air, it swirls and rises up and above. The wasted grassland is littered with thousands of droplets that shimmer like stars as the moonlight reflects off them. It is as beautiful. as it is empty.

On a night like this, Streetward rambler’s tune graces the wind, until her fingers bleed. Cloud Retainer sheds no tears, but know that she holds your memory well.

And you, Rex Lapis,

Morax,

you weep for me.

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[writer-ann-artist]

Faerie!Reader x Targareyn Family

• Reader and Heleana being born twins, reader being the younger

• Heleana being born a dragon dreamer and reader being born a fae dragon

• Being born more fae than dragon, meaning your fire burns bright but not as hot

• Heleana not liking to be touched but never not holding reader

"My sweet girl, let your sister eat. She will not go anywhere, I promise."

"She will die without love, mother."

Alicent sighed, Heleana always said the same thing when her twin sister was brought up. As a mother she loved how close her daughters were to one another. As her children's protector she wanted them to be able live without the other before they are force to leave each other.

• Aegon not understanding his sister's but being their secret protector

Aegon couldn't sleep. Those little girls were evil he was sure of it. Heleana had accidentally scared a young girl with her bugs. Though Heleana did not know what she had done, she apologized with reader's help. Instead the girl took to name calling and picking on his sisters. Even going as far as to desuede a young boy from approaching the younger twin. Aegon stopped his pacing. He knew just how to get back at the unruly girl. The next morrow Aegon stood proudly as the rude young girl was crying over her wine covered gown. He had even convinced her to drink a glass or two before her ruined her gown. Thus lead to her parents scolding her for indulging in her cups.

• Aemond being dutiful to his sisters, walking them to and from studies and activities, walking through doors first so as to combat an attack, pulling out their chairs so they can sit comfortably

• Otto finally separating the twins when they each start their monthly blood

• Alicent, Aegon, and Aemond having to endure the heartbreaking cries from the twins

• Fae reader having such a small dragon they are considered without a dragon

Viserys feeling bad for his daughter as she blissfully trained with her tiny dragon. He could hear Otto's disapproval in his daughter, mumbling to his wife causing her to breath heavy. Viserys shakes his head to dislodge the negative thought. He was here to watch his children and there dragons. Aegon and Aemond spoke Valaryen with ease and perfect accent. Each word that was spoken clearly was given praise by his youngest daughter. She would give praise along with the chirps and purrs of her little dragon. The twins ended up sitting age snuggling with their dragons as the boys trained. Viserys often called his youngest daughter 'Faerie Targareyn' he thought it suited her very well. Not to mention how well she fit into the deceptions of his dreams. Dreams that started when he first became king. Dreams about the most enchanting creature, one who can mend broken thread, a creature who calm raging beasts, but also devour its enemies whole. He saw that creature in reader.

• Aegon not knowing if he lusts for you or just in general loves you

• Heleana spending every moment she can with her sister

• Aemond protecting his sisters with all he has

• Viserys telling his children stories because reader asked him to

• Alicent trying to do her children's hair only to find out how picky they are

• Jace talking to reader in Valaryen, cause that how her and her sister learned

• Luce helping reader and Heleana pick flowers for there moms

• Nyra seeing the dragon blood in reader therfore thanking the gods that Hightower blood wasn't too strong in her half siblings

• Deamon enjoyed his time feeding the dragons with reader, he found it pleasing to know that a gentle creature like her didn't flinch nor cry knowing another being had to die for another

• Otto being the only person who did not like reader, and viscera

Alicent struggled to carry reader as she hung limply in her arms.

"I don't understand you, my fae. It's just your grandfather."

"The ugly evil wasp does not help the rose grow."

"My sweet girl that does not help mum."

"It will." Heleana skipped ahead of her mother to join Luce. Alicent knew she shouldn't have mentioned her father. She looked down at her limp daughter know the scolding she will get for raising such a spoiled girl.

"If I didn't know better I'd say my little fae has died in my arms." Without getting a reaction Alicent leans on the wall and adjusts her grip. With a huff she begins tickling her daughter. Two breaths pass before her light but loud laughter fills the hall.

"Look at this a miracle! My little fae is alive and well." Alicent laughs with her daughter to they both need breath.

[nerdraging4point0]

Blood of Eden // Part Seven // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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The sun hasn't even peeked over the horizon yet, but the inky night sky is already giving way to a soft blue. Rosa stirs awake, tangled in the cream-colored sheets of Jolly's luxurious king bed. Beside her, Jolly snores loudly, his chest rising and falling with each rumbling breath. Careful not to wake him, Rosa extricates herself from the tangled sheets. She rummages through Jolly's drawers and finds a pair of his sweatpants. Rolling them at the waist, she secures them around her hips.

Quiet as a mouse, Rosa tiptoes down the long hallway of Jolly's expansive apartment to check Noah's room. Still empty. Perfect. With the stealth of a cat burglar, Rosa sneaks toward the front door. Gently, she turns the handle, relieved to find it unlocked. She slips out into the hallway and pads toward the elevator, pressing the button that will take her down to the first floor. 

The lobby is hushed at this early hour, as if not to disturb the slumbering city. Stepping silently out of the elevator, she glides across the marble floor towards the front doors. As they slide open, a chill morning breeze caresses her face. Outside, the city is still asleep, not yet stirred to life. Her footsteps echo on the stone steps in the pre-dawn quiet. A menacing growl to her left makes her jump. There stands a muscular black beast, shoulders rippling, face square and imposing. His inky fur gleams in the first hints of light.

The early morning calm is shattered by a sharp bark from the base of the steps. Rosa’s head jerks up to see Noah bounding up the stairs on all fours, his tail wagging excitedly. Close behind is the shaggy dog she had spotted on the roof the night she’d first met Noah. Though initially startled, Rosa feels a sense of relief wash over her as she recognizes these familiar, friendly faces.

Noah clears the final step and stands before her, his towering six-foot frame drawing near. An arm gently wraps around her waist, pulling her close. His tight black shirt clings to his skin, sleeves extending down to his wrists. Black pants and shoes cover the rest of him. A leather muzzle obscures half his face - her hand reaches up to touch it, heart aching that he must wear such a restraint. Though necessary, the muzzle pains her. She wishes to see his full face, unrestrained.

Her whisper is barely audible, "Can it come off?"

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he slowly peels the leather mask from his face.

"For you..." he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, "anything."

Her cheeks flush a rosy pink as she turns away, suddenly remembering they have an audience. At the top of the stairs stands a man with a mop of unruly curls tumbling to his shoulders. His mask covers most of his face, but she can see his eyes crinkling with a hidden smile. Over Noah's shoulder, she spots another man watching them intently. His olive skin and jet black hair contrast sharply with piercing blue eyes. Rosa notices his neck is free of the metal collar that constrains the others. She feels nervous under his gaze but offers a shy, friendly smile. They are wide eyed as they watch Noah unclasp the mask from his face. Though they're strangers, she senses a certain kinship with these masked men.

With a gentle smile, Noah draws Rosa closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist. He reaches out a hand to the man standing nearest and says warmly, "This is my partner, Oli, and the future commander of our forces."

Noah turns to the other man. "And this is Nick, our trusted partner and loyal friend."

Nick steps forward, his face open and welcoming. "It's a pleasure," he says sincerely, words only slightly muffled by his mask.

Oli wastes no time getting to the point. His voice is easygoing yet all business as he asks, "Want to tell me why you were breaking into the lab?"

Rosa freezes, the reasoning that seemed solid before now feeling flimsy given everything she's learned in the past day.

"I was looking for a cure," she offers timidly. Oli tilts his head, confused. "You see, I thought I was sick. People out there are dying from something called The Rage. It causes hallucinations, delusions, vivid dreams, and blackouts. Those of us affected or who lost loved ones believed there was a cure being kept secret in the labs. We were desperate to get it out to the people who need it."

Rosa's eyes are downcast with guilt. She sees now how misguided her actions were, but at the time she truly thought she was doing the right thing. She glances up at Oli, hoping he understands she never meant any harm.

The words stumble from Oli's mouth in a murky haze of bewilderment. "But you're not sick?" He questions, his eyes narrowing. "So what are you?"

"I'm not sure," she admits honestly, a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. "I have to wait for the serum to wear off to figure that out."

"Serum?" Nick chimes in, equally lost in the dark.

"I was a science major before I was diagnosed," she explains. "I found that with the right combination of medicine and Nightshade extract, I was able to keep the symptoms at bay."

A snarl erupts from behind Oli's mask, the sound feral and frightening. Rosa cowers, trembling, into Noah's arms as he holds her tight. His own growl rumbles in return, protective instincts flaring as he shields Rosa from his suddenly volatile comrade.

Oli's eyes flash with rage as he growls, "Nightshade is lethal to the Mage." His body tenses as he glares at Noah, barely containing his fury.

Noah steps in front of Rosa, shielding her from Oli's anger. "We've got it handled," he says firmly, keeping his voice steady despite Oli's threatening demeanor. "Jolly already has a sample and the lab is analyzing it. Calm down, Oli. She didn't mean any harm." Though his words are placating, his protective stance makes it clear he won't back down.

The morning sun creeps over the city skyline, bathing the surrounding buildings in a warm glow. Oli steps back, taking a deep breath as he gives Noah and Rosa space. Noah’s shoulders relax as the tension of the moment diffuses. 

"I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely. "I'm very protective of my mistress."

The sounds of the city coming to life broke the tense silence, as people emerge to start their day. Noah’s stance relaxes as he turns to Rosa, gently urging her back inside with a protective hand on her back. His features soften in the morning light, the panic from moments before dissipating.

As the elevator doors slide shut, they find themselves alone together, the air suddenly electric between them. Though neither speaks a word, their bodies seem to converse in a language all their own. She feels an aching need in her, a yearning that pulses in time with her quickening heartbeat. His eyes meet hers, dark with unspoken desire, and in that moment she knows they both want the same thing. The space between them hums with anticipation of what is to come when they reach their destination.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air as they step into the apartment. In the kitchen stands Jolly, shirtless, with loose satin pants hanging enticingly off his hips, his long dark hair flows down his back in a braid. He exudes a casual sensuality, leaning against the counter as the morning light caresses his skin. The two inhale deeply, enraptured by the mingling aromas of coffee and raw magnetism. Jolly's voice is like velvet as he playfully muses, “Good morning, you two.”

She watches his eyes flicker back and forth between her and Noah, and there it is again - that telltale flash of silver in his iris as a sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Hungry, pet?" he purrs, taking a slow sip of coffee from the porcelain mug cradled in his hands. "It's been a long night for you, hasn't it?"

A soft whimper escapes Noah's throat. "Famished, master," he breathes, his voice husky with desire.

The air between them grows thick with tension. She can't tear her gaze away from the two of them, a heady mix of longing and envy swirling within.

Jolly's lips curl into a roguish grin as he saunters over to Rosa, his fingers hooking under her chin to tilt her face up toward his. He glances towards Noah, a devilish grin playing on his face, "Be a good boy and serve up our breakfast first. I need my coffee before I eat," he commands, his voice a low rumble. 

Noah scoops Rosa into his arms, her body soft against his strength. He carries her to the dining table, its dark wood shining under the dim light. Laying her down, her hair splays out beneath her like a halo. In one smooth movement, he tears off her sweatpants, baring her to his hungry gaze. His hands roam her skin, unable to resist her allure.

Noah buries his head between her thighs, his tongue exploring every inch of her body. She whimpers and trembles under his expert touch, eyes darting to Jolly who sits casually sipping his coffee, relaxed as he watches them. Noah's tongue works faster, no longer teasing but giving her the release she craves. His fingers slide inside her, curving and stroking until they find that sensitive spot. She shudders as an orgasm ripples through her body, inside and out.

"Good girl," Jolly says casually, taking another sip. She throws her head back, panting, thighs clenching around Noah's face. Still sensitive, she squirms as his tongue and fingers continue their relentless pace, the overstimulation almost painful but somehow still needed. Grabbing his hair, she tugs, trying to pull him away, but he won't relent. 

“Noah, please, too much..” she begs. The hunter between her thighs only growls. 

“Don’t stop till I say, pet. Make her wet for me,” Jolly watched with dark satisfaction, sipping his coffee as he shifted in his chair, arousal building at the erotic display before him.

Noah's strong hands pinned Rosa as he continued his relentless pace. She tugged at his hair and pushed against him, desperate to break free of his grasp. Turning to face Jolly head-on, she begged between panting breaths, "Please, Jolly, please..."

Jolly tilted his head, eyebrow raised in amusement at her pleasured agony. "What's that, pretty girl?" he purred, reveling in her ecstasy.

Rosa's lips glistened as she wet them, ready to form the words. "Master, please..." she implored, her voice dripping with desire. Every nerve in her body screamed out for more as Noah claimed her.

As he set down his coffee mug, Jolly's voice was thick with desire. "Let me have her, pet." Noah's mouth released its hungry hold on her flesh, his lips glistening as he drew in a ragged breath. Grasping her ankles, he dragged her along the table until she lay spread out before Jolly like an offering. Jolly stood, his erect cock springing free as his pants dropped. Crooking a finger towards Noah, Jolly's warm lips found his pet's in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Worship me while I worship her," Jolly murmured between kisses. Noah whimpered softly and dropped to the floor. On his knees, he took his Master's hardness into his mouth with an aching need. Rosa sat up just in time to see Noah's devotion, his head bobbing as he sucked Jolly's throbbing length.

Pleasure overwhelms Rosa as Jolly's tongue dances over her swollen clit. Her head rolls back, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. She wonders if her body can take another surge of ecstasy. Unfamiliar sensations flood her senses, her blood burning like fire through her veins. The room around her blurs, reality shifting on its axis. Bursts of blinding light explode behind her closed eyes, alternating with muted sunbeams filtering through the windows. She feels as though she's both falling into oblivion and ascending to paradise at the same time.

With a heady sigh, Jolly emerges from between Rosa's trembling thighs, urging Noah to take him deeper. "That's it, pet. All the way," he purrs, relishing Noah's submission. Jolly's fingers plunge into Rosa's slick heat, drawing a sharp cry as her back arches. Her eyes roll back, lost in ecstasy, as the room brightens around her in a neon haze of pleasure.

"There, pretty girl, ride into it," Jolly croons, his voice thick with thrill as she clenches around his fingers. Rosa moans, awash in rapture, every nerve electric and alive. Noah whimpers around Jolly, consumed by the heat and hardness filling his mouth. Jolly's grin widens, savoring their surrender, his pets so perfectly enthralled.

“Would you like to fuck her, pet?” Jolly asks, stroking Noah’s hair. The hunter hums around his length nodding his head eagerly. Jolly pushes him back a string of saliva still connecting them before Noah stands to his feet, working desperately to take his pants off. 

Rosa gasps as Jolly cradles her body and positions her legs on either side of his hips. His strong arms hold her close as he sits on the table's edge. Reaching between her thighs, Noah begins coating himself with the slick arousal still dripping from between Rosa's legs. She shivers at his touch, sensitive and wanting.

Jolly lifts Rosa into his lap, the head of his cock teasing at her entrance. With a groan, he lowers her down, stretching and filling her. Rosa's back arches as she cries out, inch by inch claimed by him.

"Such a good girl," Jolly purrs, stroking her hair as she adjusts to him inside her. Rosa rolls her hips, eager for more, but Jolly stills her movements. "Not yet, love. Wait for our boy."

Rosa whimpers, trembling with anticipation as Noah moves closer. She is ready, so ready, to be taken by them both.

Noah's hands grip Rosa's hips as he lines himself up behind her. She shudders as he presses into her, her tight muscles stretching to accommodate him. A whimper escapes her lips as he fills her inch by inch.

"Breathe," Jolly murmurs, caressing her face.

Rosa wraps her arms around Jolly's neck for support. With a deep exhale, she starts to lower herself onto Noah. The sting makes her tense up, but Noah is there, pushing up into her as she pushes back. They find a rhythm together, their bodies joining in heated passion.

"That's it, mistress," Noah groans into her ear. "Feel me inside you."

She cries out in ecstasy as they move as one, their bodies intertwined in heated passion. The feeling of both men sliding inside her, their cocks separated only by a thin barrier, sends her reeling. Their groans mingle as swollen heads press together within her. Eyes closed, head back, she loses herself in the moment.

"Pretty girl," he sighs, "look at me, sunshine."

Her eyes flutter open to meet his, pupils blown wide with desire. A foolish grin spreads across his face. "There it is," he groans, clasping her face in his hands. "Pet, look." He turns her to the other man, grunting and panting, hair falling across his face.

Their eyes meet, his own wide and dark. "So pretty," he pants.

She was lost in ecstasy as Noah thrust into her, eliciting moans of pleasure with each movement. The rocking of their bodies caused her to grind against Jolly, the fullness of them both inside her overwhelming her senses. Her hips found their own rhythm, matching their pace perfectly, the feeling of being completely filled leaving her legs trembling uncontrollably. In this moment of passion, consumed by the two men, her mind was hazy with desire - if asked her name or what day it was, she wasn't sure she could form a coherent thought to respond.

She's speaking, but the words fall from her lips without thought. Noah wraps her hair around his fist and pulls, arching her back so her muscles tremble.

"You like that, mistress?" he purrs as they fill her. His hands cup her breasts, twisting her nipples. Her mouth hangs open, beyond answering. Their synchronized rhythm drives her closer, higher.

A harsh slap on her ass makes her cry out. She turns to the men pounding her from behind.

"He asked you a question," Jolly growls. "I say you answer." She can't form the words, lost in a fog of blissful ecstasy. "Tell you what." Another slap makes her yelp. "We'll fuck you ‘til you answer. No coming until you do."

She's so close. How can she hold back? Jolly lays three more hard slaps on her skin. Her cries are drowned by the crack of his hand.

"Speak up. Answer him. Or no coming at all." He thrusts into her, spanking with each push.

"You both feel so good!" she finally cries. "I wanna come!"

"Yes that’s it, pretty girl," Jolly grunts, driving hard. "Come on my cock for me."

Waves of ecstasy crash through her body as the climax overtakes her. Jolly lets out a grunt, his thighs tightening and toes curling as he finds his own release inside her.

He pulls her close, whispering praises into her ear as the high slowly fades. "That's it, good girl. Let him finish." Behind them, Noah was still thrusting, grunting rhythmically as he chases his own peak. With a final growl, his body shakes as he releases into her.

"Such a good boy for your master and mistress," Jolly purred, reaching out to caress Noah's sweat-slicked cheek. As their breathing begins to steady, Noah leans into his master's touch, seeking his approval.

"Tell him, pretty girl. Tell our pet how well he did," Jolly commands.

Rosa feels her cheeks flush pink as she pants, her gaze meeting Noah's. His dark, pleading eyes bore into hers, but the words stick in her throat.

"Please, mistress," he begs softly. Her heart clenches at the vulnerability in his voice. She reaches out, stroking his damp cheek gently.

"Such a good boy for us, Noah," she manages, rewarding him with the praise he craves.

“Pet,” Jolly commands, “take your mistress, get her cleaned up, play with her more if you’d like. Only if she says yes.” Eyebrow raised at Noah. “I have to prepare for the meeting.”

Noah pulls himself out of her, lifting her gently in his arms. Jolly places a chaste kiss on her hand as Noah cradles her and carries her down the hall.

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The Ultimate Emo/Scene Name List - WARNING: Long post, and make sure you read the trigger warnings!

Having trouble coming up with a name for yourself? Do you planning on using a part of your real name but can’t find a word to go with it? Well, worry no more!

Today, I’m here to provide as comprehensive a list as possible! I’ve scoured the internet, and some sources have some problematic suggestions. So, my goal is to break down possible names into easy to understand categories. Obviously, this will be a VERY long list, so keep that in mind. There is also a section purely made up of words used in the past that are to be used/reclaimed at one's own risk/discretion due to the words being used to oppress or belittle various minority groups. I will also be sharing my sources at the bottom for stuff I used from online, alongside any trigger warnings that may be needed. Without further ado, let’s go! Also feel free to reblog with suggestions to add!

TRIGGER WARNING: Some of the suggestions include elements of horror, violence, weaponry, gore etc.

Animals

Rex (as in T-Rex)

Stegosaurus

Wolf/Wolfe

Kitty

Bunny

Lynx

Hawk

Eagle

Moth

Spider

Raven (also applicable to pop culture - see Raven from Teen Titans and Raven Queen from Ever After High)

Claw/Clawed

Fang

Animal

Beast/Beastly

Carnivore/Carnivorous

Jurassic (as in the Jurassic Period, also applicable to pop culture (see Jurassic Park))

Snake

Chameleon

Jungle

Hyena

Cheetah

Fossil

Sabertooth

Skink

Deer

Vole

Weasel

Ferret

Moose

Ermine

Shrew

Mouse

Rat

Corvid

Magpie

Pigeon

Bee

Wasp

Butterfly

Tarantula

Velociraptor

Serpent

Viper

Cat

Rattlesnake

Cobra

Bat

Monsters

Vampire

Werewolf

Zombie

Monster/Monsta/Monstar

Ghoul

Demon

Angel/Angelic

Reaper (also applicable to foods (Reaper Pepper))

Ghost

Fallen (as in Fallen Angel)

Curse/Cursed (in reference to witchcraft)

Hex (in reference to witchcraft)

Boo (common saying associated with Halloween and cartoony ghosts)

Bone (in reference to skeletons)

Sacrificed/Sacrificial (in reference to religious rites)

Dead/Deadly/Death/Deathless

Immortal

Alien

Extraterrestrial

Anomaly/Anomalous (also applicable to pop culture, in reference to the SCP Foundation)

Damned

Eerie

Creepy

Exorcism/Exorcist

Ghastly

Imp

Succubus/Succubi

Incubus/Incubi

Undead

Abominable

Devil

Supernatural (also applicable to pop culture, reference to Supernatural TV show)

Paranormal

Sacred/Sacrament

Specter/Spectre

Banshee

Poltergeist

Siren (also applicable to music, see Sleeping with Sirens)

Dragon

Dragon Slayer

Kraken

Archangel

Starship

Halloween

Dragon Slayer

Angelface

Mermaid

Pop Culture

Jigsaw (as in Jigsaw from the Saw franchise)

Ghostface (from the Scream franchise)

Krueger (as in Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street)

Myers (as in Michael Myers from the Halloween franchise)

Voorhees (as in Jason Voorhees from the Friday the 13th franchise)

Chucky (as in Chucky from Child’s Play)

Lala (nickname for Draculaura from Monster High)

Hyde (as in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)

Lestrange (as in character who shall not be named from franchise by TERF author that shall not be named)

Lockhart (another character from the franchise mentioned above)

Coraline (as in Coraline by Neil Gaiman)

Jinx/Jynx (League of Legends character)

Blitz (Helluva Boss character)

Loona (K-Pop group, Helluva Boss character)

Shadow (as in Shadow the Hedgehog)

Killer/Killa/Kyller (as in Jeff the Killer)

Grim/Grimm (as in Grim Reaper and the Brothers Grimm)

Eldritch (as in Eldritch Horror)

Eevee (from Pokemon; you can use any Pokemon you like)

Hellraiser (as in the film by Clive Barker)

Jabber (as in Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland)

Wonderland (as in Alice in Wonderland)

Jedi (from Star Wars)

Necronomicon (Evil Dead franchise)

Avenger (in reference to MARVEL's The Avengers)

Scourge (see Warrior Cats and Sonic Comics character)

Zelda (from Legend of Zelda)

Skellington (as in Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas)

Phantomhive (as in Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)

HelloKitty (Sanrio character)

Akira (anime film of the same name)

Memetic (term used by the SCP Foundation)

Blackheart (as in the Ghost Rider villain)

Colours/Shades

Crimson (Red)

Black

Neon

Rouge (also applicable to pop culture)

Ruby

Violet

Indigo

Cyan

Blue

Rainbow/Rainbows

Porcelain

Green/Greene

Weapons/Violence/Semi-NSFW

Blade

Razor

Knucklebuster

Uppercut

Scar (also applicable to pop culture, Lion King character,)

Eyeball (body part)

Torture/Tortured/Torturous

Torment/Tormented

Fatal/Fatality (also applicable to pop culture, Mortal Kombat)

Brutal/Br00tal/Brutality/Brutally

Berserk/Berserker (also applicable to pop culture, see the anime 'Berserker')

Chainsaw

Hacksaw

Bear Trap

Grenade

Bomb/Pipebomb/Timebomb

Dynamite

Acid/Acidic

Heroin

Marijuana/Mary-Jane

Cannabis

Alcohol/Alcoholic

Booze

Vodka

Brandy

Whiskey

Blood/Bloody/Bloodied

Flesh

Gore/Guro

Raw

Casualty

Crackhead

DrugAddict

Erotic/Ero/Erotica

Explosive

Execute/Execution/Executor

Beheaded

Decapitation/Decapitated

Flailing

Gutting

Handgun

Hangman

Homicide

Hostage

Hurt (also applicable to emotions)

Pain/Pained/Painful (also applicable to emotions)

Jackknife

Laceration/Lacerations

Attack

Murder/Murderous/Murderotic

Massacre

Assassin/Assassination

Regicide

Cannibal/Cannibalism

Cyanide

Pothead

Suffocate/Suffocation

Steroid

Puncture

Violence/Violent

Wound/Wounded

Bruise/Bruised

Serrated

Gruesome

Autopsy

Asphyxia/Asphyxiation

Curbstomp

Assault

Battery (also applicable to technology)

Annihilation

Addict/Addicted/Addiction/Addictive

Arson/Arsonist

Ambush

Crucifixion/Crusifixion

Tequila

Beatdown

Throwdown

Arsenic

Collision

Manslaughter

Bite/Bites

Plants

Belladonna

Nightshade

Wolfsbane

Rose

Lily

Sakura

Toadstool

Thorn (also applicable to pop culture, see Thorn of the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo)

Hazel

Foods

Cupcake/Kupcake/Cuppycake/Kuppycake

Strawberry

Lollipop

Candy

Cocoa/Kokoa (alternatively; Coco/Koko)

Chilli

Cheyenne (as in Cheyenne Pepper)

Cookie

Pumpkin

Jawbreaker

Jerky

Juicebox

Caffeine/Caffeinated

Treat

Macha

Skittles/Skittlez

Ambrosia (also applicable to mythology (food of the Greek gods))

Smoothiecake

Smoothie

Teacup

Slushie

Coffee

Sugar/Sugarrush

Space

Luna

Stellar/Stella (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss character)

Nova

Mars

Pluto (also applicable to mythology, Roman counterpart to Hades)

Galaxy

Meteor/Meteorite

Nebula

Stardust

Star

Mythology

Persephone (Greek Goddess)

Hel (Norse Goddess)

Fenrir (Norse God)

Thanatos (Greek God)

Baba/Yaga (Slavic folklore character)

Artemis (Greek Goddess)

Freyja (Norse Goddess)

Cerberus (Greek Creature)

Hades (Greek God)

Loki (Norse God)

Medusa (Greek folklore character, can also reference the piercing)

Satan (Ars Goetia demon)

Beelzebub (Ars Goetia demon)

Athena (Greek Goddess)

Lucifer (Ars Goetia demon, Bible figure)

Technology

Error

Hack/Hacker

Analog

Digital

Malware

Virus

Corruption/Corrupted

Java

Machine

Mechanical

.exe (or similar file extensions, such as .sai, .txt, .rar, .szs, .psd etc)

Robo/Robot/Bot

Animatronic

Electronic (also applicable to music)

Automaton

Automatic

Systematic

Syntax

Emotions

Heartbroken

Heartless

Depressed

Lonely/Loneliness

Hopeless

Helpless

Ache

Envy/Envious/Envied

Hatred

Jealous/Jealousy

Lust/Lustrous

Shock/Shocked/Shocking

Panic/Panicked/Panicking (also applicable to music, see Panic! At The Disco)

Cowardly (also applicable to pop culture, Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Rage/Raging

Scared

Confusion/Confused

Wrath/Wrathful

Minerals/Crystals/Metals

Onyx

Amethyst

Obsidian

Titanium

Steel

Sulphur

Mercury (also applicable to mythology)

Uranium

Garnet

Pearl

Topaz

Quartz

Iron

Silver

Jewel

Gem

Crystal/Krystal

Diamond

Amber

Azure (also applicable to colours/shades)

Elements/Natural Phenomena

Blaze

Fire/Fiery

Flame

Hellfire

Ember

Poison

Venom (also applicable to pop culture, Spider-Man character)

Drowned/Drowning (also applicable to pop culture (Minecraft mob) and weapons/violence)

Hurricane

Typhoon

Tsunami

Earthquake

Tornado

Storm

Thunder/Thunderstorm

Blizzard

Dust Devil

Toxic

Volcano

Eruption/Erupted

Electric

Spark

Frozen

Hail

Ignite/Ignition

Lightning

Magma

Night

Sunset

Twilight

Aurora (as in Aurora Borealis, can also be applied to music if you wanna reference the singer AURORA)

Inferno

Frost/Frosty

Music

Metalhead

Melody

Megalovania (song from Undertale)

Brightside (song by the Killers)

Hatsune/Miku (in reference to Hatsune Miku)

VOCALOID

Synthesizer

Orchestra

Symphony

Rave/Raver

Rock

Anthrax (also applicable to 'Use at Own Risk')

Bring _ The Horizon/_ Brings The Horizon (reference to Bring Me The Horizon)

_ Eat World (reference to Jimmy Eat World)

Jitterbug (phrase used in 'Wake Me Up Before You Go Go' by Wham and title of Hachiya Nanashi VOCALOID track)

Jitterdoll (niki VOCALOID track)

Serenade

Breakdown (also applicable to 'Use At Own Risk')

USE AT OWN RISK

These are names that have been used in the past BUT often rely on oppressive stereotypes involving women, mental illness/disorders, LGBTQIA+ people, Indigenous people and so on. Some of these are also just straight up mental/medical conditions and medications. I would advise only picking one of these if it is a term you wish to reclaim for yourself. Do so at your own risk.

Insane/Insanity

Delirious

Demented

Psychotic/Psychosis/Psychopath

Nuclear

Bitch

Whore

Crazy

Hallucinate/Hallucination

Haywire

Suicide/Suicidal (also applicable to pop culture - see Suicidal Sadie CreepyPasta)

Mania/Manic

Maniac/Maniacal

Paranoia/Paranoid

Savage

Mad

Fag/Faggot (only reclaim if you are LGBTQIA+)

Mental

Xanax/Xamax

Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic

Dementia

Genocide (added to here and not to 'weaponry/violence/semi-NSFW' due to the current genocides happening in the world)

Warfare (added here for the same reason as above)

Asylum

Amphetamine

Hooker

Neurotic

MISC IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

A

Accidental

Axis

Ambitious

Amazing

Apocalypse/Apocalyptic/Apokalypsis

Abyss

Abdomen

Amor/Amore

Ambition

Apparel

Atomic/Attomick/Attomik

Atrophy

Alluring

Asshole/Asswhole

Abrasive

Atelophobia

Arachnophobia

Abstract

Adorable

Anonymous

Audacious

Antorcha (Spanish for 'torch')

Avenge

B

Baby

Bang

Blah

Boom

Brigade

Bombard/Bombardment

Blast

Biohazard/Biohazardous

Beauty/Beautiful/Beau

Bow

Bottom Jeans

Barbie

Babycake

Babydoll

Break/Breaks

Brave

Bacteria

Bandaid/Bandage

Blackout

Bittersweet (also applicable to foods and emotions)

Barbaric

C

Catastrophe/Catastrophic

Claustrophobia/Claustrophobic

Crash

Chaos

CreepyPasta

Crunch/Crunchy

Chuunibyou

Coward

Chick (also applicable to animals)

Carnage (also applicable to pop culture, see Spider-Man villain)

Chaosbaby

D

Daring (also applicable to pop culture)

Devious

Darling

Disaster

Daydreaming

Destruction

Doll/Dolly

Decay/Decayed/Decaying

Dark/Darkened

Deceit/Deceitful

Daily

Dial

Deutschland

Danger

Destroy

Discord

E

Ecstatic

Ecstasy

Emergency

Extreme

Echo

Exposure

Enchanted

Endanger

Enigma/Enigmatic

Epidemic

Endemic

Egotistic/Egotistical

Entropy

EatsZombies

F

Frightful

Foul

Foe

Futile

Flash

Flicker

Feeble

Funeral/Funerary

Forsaken/Forsakened

G

Girly

Gab

Gangster

Glitter

Gorgeous/Goregeous

Gluttony

H

Havoc

Hazard

Heartbreaker

Heist

Hiatus

Hoax

Hyper

Heart

Horizon

Hollywood

I

Impolite

Immature

Ill

Iris

Infection/Infected

J

J'Adore (also applicable to pop culture, see Jade J'Adore from Bratzillaz)

Jailbait

Jaundice

Jaywalk

Jeopardy

Jingle

Jive

Joint

Jubilate/Jubilee

Junction

Juxtapose

K

Katastrophe/Katastrophic

Krunch/Krunchy

Kawaii

King

Kitching/Keching

Killjoy (also applicable to music, see My Chemical Romance)

L

Lush

Loathe

Lovely

Lucky

Legendary

Light (also applicable to pop culture, Light Yagami)

Luz (also applicable to pop culture, Luz Noceda)

Love/Luve/Luv

Leper/Leperacy

Litterbug

M

Macabre

Macroscopic

Mafia

Magnetic

Malady

Malice

Mutiny

Malediction

Marauder (also applicable to pop culture - won't say the name but you know what franchise this was popularised in)

Medical

Membrane

Mesmerize

Metallic

Mortician/Mortuary/Morticia (last one applicable to pop culture, in reference to Morticia Addams)

Mortified

Mystery

Myth

Mayday (also applicable to popculture, see Mayday from No Straight Roads and the Helluva Boss character Verosika Mayday)

Malevolent/Malevolence

Millionaire

McCrackin

Monstrawrface

Miracle/Miraculous (also applicable to pop culture, see Miraculous Ladybug)

Morgue

N

Ninja

Notorious

Nocturnal/Nokturnal

Naughty

Nasty

Nihilist/Nihilistic/Nihilism

Nightmare

Necro

Necromancer/Necromancy

Necrotising (in reference to Necrotising Fasciitis)

Nefarious

Neuron

Nerd/Nerdified

O

Overdrive

Original

Outcast

Odd

Obscure

Obsolete

Obsession

Oblivion

P

Prince/Princess

Punk

Plastic

Parable (also applicable to pop culture, see The Stanley Parable)

Pandemic

Pirate

Q

Queen/Queenie

Queer

Quack

R

Random

Revenge

Reckless

Royal

Riot

Rebel

Rude

Rawr

Rad

Rotten

Ravenous

Ruthless

S

Sabotage

Scary

Silly

Sadist/Sadistic

Sahara

Salivate

Spectacular

Synthetic

Supercharged

Surrender

Stethoscope

Sublime

Sterile

Stealthy

Spinal

Spiffy

Sinister

Scoundrel

Scandal

Shell

Scene

Spookbat

T

Tears

Tragic/Tragedy

Terror

Trick/Trickster

Temptation

Terrible

Twisted

Trash

Tenacity

Trauma/Traumatised

Temptress

Tuberculosis

U

Unusual

Ultimate

Usurper

Urban

V

V.I.P

Vendetta (also applicable to pop culture, see V for Vendetta)

Velicious

Victorious/Victory

Vandal/Vandalism

Vain/Vanity

Vile

Vortex (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss)

Void

Vengeance/Vengeful

Valentine/Valentines

W

Wacky/Whacky

Wicked

Wonder/Wonderful

Wise/Wisdom

Wreckless

X

Xtreme/X-treme

Xx/xX

XoXo/XOXO/X0X0

X-ray

Y

Young

Z

ZigZag

Zero (also applicable to pop culture, see Nightmare Before Christmas character)

SOURCES

http://esgbeauty.blogspot.com/p/scene-names-directory.html?m=1 (TRIGGER WARNING: site listed actual genocides as name suggestions (e.g. Holocaust) or elements related to genocides/wars (e.g. Kamikaze) - view at your own discretion. For this list, I opted to remove these suggestions as I think these are remnants of the edgy humour of the 2000s that is best being left behind.)

Some of these suggestions came from my friends and members in Scem0 K1dz (Discord server).

https://thescenebible.blogspot.com/2021/10/blog-post.html?m=1 (Currently working on slowly adding anything from here.) TRIGGER WARNING: A lot of names involve mental disorders, medical conditions and medications. I will be including some of these, mostly in the 'Use At Your Own Risk' section.

[s10127470]

The Spectacular Spider-Man: The Odd-One Out of Two Universes

I'm pretty sure most of you reading this are familiar with The Spectacular Spider-Man.

Often considered the best of the Spider-Man cartoons and one of the best iterations of the Spider-Man mythos, the short-lived animated series, even after 16 years, is still held in high regards for it's unique art-style and character designs, pretty strong animation, engaging ongoing storylines, and most importantly of all, showcasing a strong understanding of Peter Parker's character.

But one thing to note about Spectacular is the fact that it was originally meant to be part of not one, but two different shared animated universes!

One that actually got to be made, and the other that....didn't.

To start this off, we'll be talking about the latter since it's the one that not many people know about.

Even i didn't know about it until a few months ago.

As many of you know, Spectacular was created back when aside from literally every other medium, Spidey was just not allowed to interact with or mention the much greater Marvel Universe.

However, that all changed in mid-2009.

Shortly after wrapping production of Season 2, series creators Greg Weisman and Victor Cook, started toying with the idea of including team-ups in the planned additional three seasons of Spectacular.

This was most likely because they heard about The Walt Disney Company's planned acquisition of Marvel Entertainment.

And since it would mean that all the television rights for Marvel's characters would revert to Disney (including Spidey's), Weisman and Cook most likely believed that they were gonna be continuing Spectacular, but with Disney now.

Oh how naive they were.....

Anyway, Spectacular's rendition of the Marvel Universe was gonna be a little different than what most people were used to.

During this time, Spidey was one of the few active heroes around, with the only other ones being The Fantastic Four and Ant-Man.

But the former were usually too busy going on adventures and facing off against much bigger threats, and the latter kept a relatively low profile.

As for the other big names....

-The Wasp had yet to be become Ant-Man's partner.

-Captain America was still frozen in The Arctic.

-The Incredible Hulk was an urban legend, wandering around The American Southwest.

-Iron Man was still a simple business man.

-Thor was still roaming the Earth as Donald Blake, having yet to be reunited with Mjolnir.

-And while mutants existed, The X-Men had kinda yet to be formed. Professor Charles Xavier had just opened his school, and as of right now, only had Cyclops and The Beast as students.

This is actually really cool and well-thought out.

The status of this Marvel Universe feels like a modernized version of The Silver Age, when most of their iconic characters were introduced.

Plus, it would've been cool to see this Spidey interacting with his fellow Marvel heroes.

I could already see these planned episodes essentially being adaptations of these issues right here.

However, there would obviously be one major difference between these two versions.....

Peter here isn't gonna be a bitch.

Yeah, these issues are famous two reasons.

These were Spidey's first meetings with the Big 3 hero teams of Marvel

These meetings didn't go all that well.....

And it wasn't the fault of those heroes. In fact, they were actually quite civil and well-mannered towards Peter.

The problem was actually Peter.

As I'm sure many of you know by now, Peter during his early years was an asshole.

This dude was the personification of "no chill".

Being needlessly spiteful and rude to just about everyone except for Aunt May, and a total smart-ass.

So yeah, unpopular opinion: I'm not a big fan of this Peter.

Which I know seems strange to say since this was how he was like back 60 years ago and he's long grown out of this characterization.

But the reason I'm saying this is because of his fans.

So recently, the Spider-Man fandom have decided to start gassing this version of Peter up.

The reason being with how Peter used to have anger issues, and people wanting to see that come back.

Which like.....okay?

Like, Peter should be allowed to be angry.

But I've never really seen anger issues as being one of his defining traits when compared to characters like Wolverine and especially The Hulk.

Not only that, but fans are saying the Lee/Ditko-era Peter is the template for the best and most ideal version of the character.

And I must say to that mindset....

I think it's safe to say the reason for this recent opinion is how Peter has been portrayed in recent years.

It's no surprise to know that a lot of recent Spider-Man media has portrayed the character as....kind of a punk and a pushover.

Especially in the comics.

To the point where he literally gets his ass kicked by The Vulture!

Ya know? The very first villain he ever fought.....back when he was like 15.

Who is also canonically a geriatric in a bird suit....

Yeah, the last 17 years have not been kind to Peter in the comics.

I understand wanting Peter to show more backbone like he used to.

But you guys know this can be done in a way where he doesn't have to be an insufferable asshole, right?

But back on topic, it would be great to see a version of Peter that isn't an unhinged prick meeting these other iconic heroes for the first time.

Plus, they actually would've been important to Peter's character.

His team-up with Captain America in particular.

It would've been revealed that Uncle Ben not only had a collection of Captain America memorabilia in the attic, but that Cap was also a major inspiration for Peter's choice to become a hero.

But the best part about all this was that these team-up episodes would've served as back-door pilots of sorts, as Weisman and Cook toyed with the idea of having a bunch of spin-off series set in the Spectacular universe that focused on the other heroes.

So we could've had a Fantastic Four series, an X-Men series, and an Avengers series!

All set in the same universe as the greatest Spider-Man show ever made!

But unfortunately, this planned shared universe never came to fruition due to....obvious reasons

However, this wouldn't be quite the end of Spectacular.

Or it taking place in a shared universe.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Let me reintroduce you to....THE YOSTVERSE!

For those who don't know, The Yostverse was a short-lived shared animated universe (and Marvel's second after the 90s MAU) consisting of the shows The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes and Wolverine and the X-Men, and films Hulk vs. Wolverine, Hulk vs. Thor, and Thor: Tales of Asgard.

And while connections here are noticably thinner when compared to the other shared universes by Marvel, they were still there to show that the media in this world were connected to each other.

In my second part of my Wolverine and the X-Men rewrite, I mentioned that the episode "Wolverine vs. The Hulk" referenced the events of Hulk vs. Wolverine.

Plus Bruce Banner, Hulk and Nick Fury have similar designs and the same voice actors throughout their appearances in this universe.

There's also the beef between Thor and The Enchantress, which we saw the origins of in Tales of Asgard, which took place back when they were teenagers.

Anyway, season 2 of EMH really upped the ante by expanding the world-building and introducing other notable heroes and villains of the Marvel Universe.

This included the likes of The Fantastic Four, Doctor Doom, The Heroes for Hire, Wolverine, The Skrulls, a pre-MCU Guardians of the Galaxy, and of course, Spider-Man.

And when making Spidey's debut episode, "Along Came a Spider...", Christopher Yost (the head director of the series and the entire Yostverse) was planning to make this Spidey the same one from Spectacular.

So much so that quite famously, he got Josh Keaton (the voice of Spectacular Spidey himself) to reprise his role as the character!

Essentially, he was trying to continue Spectacular without having to actually continue it.

Unfortunately, this plan all came tumbling down due to one reason.....

During the production of EMH's second season, a new Marvel cartoon was in development.

Specifically, a new Spider-Man cartoon.

If you haven't guessed it already, that cartoon was none other than Ultimate Spider-Man!

Hell. Both Season 2 of EMH and Ultimate Spider-Man premiered on the exact same day, April Fool's Day 2012, for an all-new programming block: Marvel Universe.

And since Spidey was planned to appear quite a bit in Season 2 of EMH, the powers that be at Marvel believed that EMH Spidey had to resemble Ultimate Spidey because they believed that the kids would've been confused by seeing two different Spider-Men at the same time.....

I wish I was joking....

This is dead-ass like the infamous Bat Embargo, except it's the other way around.

This decision resulted in Peter to be designed to look pretty similar to his Ultimate counterpart (which was most likely not the original plan), and most importantly of all, being voiced by Drake Bell (the voice of Ultimate Peter) rather than Josh Keaton.

This change was most likely done after the episode itself was completed.

Given that we only see Peter costume-less for like, 4 minutes, it probably would've taken them at least a few days to remake those scenes with the new design.

And in the case of Peter's voice acting, I DEFINITELY know that it was done after the episode was completed.

If you listen closely, you can actually hear a line from Josh's recordings.

It's when Peter asked Hawkeye if the S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles were safe.

But apart from the appearance and voice, it's pretty apparent to anyone with more than two brain cells that these two aren't the same.

EMH Peter works at The Daily Bugle as a photographer (as well as on the company's website), while Ultimate Peter doesn't even have a job.

Ultimate Peter works with S.H.I.E.L.D. and with a team of fellow teen heroes, while EMH Peter is still a solo act.

Hell, even some of smaller details prove that these two aren't the same.

EMH Peter has the Spider Signal, while Ultimate Peter doesn't.

Even their ages play a big part in this!

EMH Peter is 17-years old, while Ultimate Peter is supposed to be 15.

With all that being said, EMH Peter (with the exception of his appearance and voice) has much more in common with Spectacular Peter.

Just like EMH, Spectacular Peter.....

-Works at The Daily Bugle as a photographer

-Is primarily a solo act

-Has The Spider-Signal

-And although he's about a year younger then EMH Peter at 16, given that he was suppose to be this version of Peter, it would make sense that he would be a little older since we last saw him

However, one thing that Spectacular and Ultimate do share is that when compared to each of them, EMH Peter isn't exactly one-to-one with either of their characterizations.

This Peter is notably more awkward, slightly reserved and not as quippy as most of his other counterparts.

As for the other Spider-Man characters featured in EMH.

J. Jonah Jameson wasn't voiced by Daran Norris like in Spectacular.

Instead he was voiced by long-time recurring actor, the legendary J.K. Simmons!

Which was obviously done for the same reason as Peter's redesign and recasting.

But Daran Norris is still in the episode, specifically as a cop talking to Iron Man and Captain America about a Cap statue that was knocked down by an angry mob.

Apparently, somewhere in The Disney Vault, there is a version of "Along Came a Spider" that has all of Josh's recordings and dialogue for Spidey.

And I remember hearing somewhere that this version also has Daran Norris reprising his role as Jonah.

For Betty Brant, they didn't even bother to look for a different voice actress, as she's still voiced by Grey Griffin.

But the strangest out of all of them would be Robbie Robertson, who was voiced by Troy Baker, whereas in Spectacular, he was voiced by Phil LaMarr.

This is even strange when you remember that Phil was a recurring VA on EMH, voicing several background and minor characters.

He even voiced a few major characters like Jarvis and Wonder Man.

I'm guessing he wasn't available when the voice acting for this episode was done.

Anyway.... that's kind of all I have for now.

This is just something I've had on my mind for the last few months, after finding out about the former.

And I wanted to share it with you guys.

But before I go, I must ask.....

Between these two universes, which one do you think Spectacular would've been better off in?

As a part of The Yostverse along with other iconic animated Marvel projects from around the time?

Or as the beginning of a new shared universe within it's own world?

Let me know what you guys think.

[birdy-the-tweet]

❄️•Nexocember•❄️

Day 3 - Monster

Another writing prompt for Day 3 of Nexocember! Today, I'm gonna delve a little into the future of the rewrite and in the climax of Aaron's story arc as he makes his final stride on the path to meet his end at the hands of the Green Knight.

Firefox mentions below as well! I think that's the ship name for Macy and Aaron? I dunno, I love a good DnD pun so I call them Drakewarden. Y'know, after Drakewarden Ranger- yeah okay I'll shut up.

Enjoy!

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Time Stamp: S7 E7 - Same Mistake

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

It was like how some people refused to say they “hated” someone when “greatly dislike” or “not fond of” worked just fine instead. The word “monster” was more than just a label scholars would throw around when discussing the great trials and tribulations of Knighton’s formation and cementing. It described the actions of a man as so vile and horrid, they couldn’t be deemed human for thinking any of their decisions were sane or morally right. It was one thing to be a bad person, perhaps even troubled or misguided, but to be a monster… To Aaron, there was a threshold to reach before anything could earn that title.

He’d known plenty of bad people growing up. The knights who were stationed in Grindstead? No most of those were bad people, entitled jerks who flaunted their shields like it was the crown of the Halberts and dragged many civilians into poverty, anxiety, and servitude. Only recently did he get the chance to learn of a few knights who broke the modern criteria, his classmates included. None of them were bad people, not even Clay. Especially not Clay.

He wished he could’ve said goodbye to all of them.

Pacing tensely through the lush green domain of trees and life, the Emerald Knight approached an archway naturally crafted of eroded stone and slithering flower vines. He discarded his armor at the camp, now dressed in nothing but a worn down tunic, a pair of grime-stained trousers, and his only pair of shoes that survived long enough to reach this point of the journey. One year ago, a week or so before today, he stupidly made a deal with a fey to partake in a twisted game of fate. He killed the creature with a single swing of an axe. Now it was his turn to die.

Regrets fluttered in his mind like agitated wasps, gnawing at his brain as he drew closer to the unnerving ruins before him. He knew he should’ve said goodbye to his team. He knew he should’ve visited the place where they let Clay’s statue rest. He knew he should’ve been kinder to his parents instead of losing his temper during what he liked to call his Last Supper. He knew he should’ve told his siblings about what would happen to him, now knowing they would spend the next Candle Festival questioning why they didn’t receive a present from him.

He knew he should’ve said goodbye to Macy instead of leaving her at the campsite to wake up without him.

Hazy eyes stinging with exhaustion winced as he drew his gaze to the stone arch. Glimmers of blue danced around the mineral on soft gusts of morning wind. Butterflies. They were butterflies. He’d seen butterflies like those before. They would hover close around…

Yep. This was the right place. The Green Chapel, as the fey put it all that time ago.

A year of rancid dreams slaughtering his sleeping self time and time again in more excruciating ways than the last, now put to rest at the terror of knowing it was moments away from reality. This was it. The moment he stepped through the archway and into the greenery of the ruins, his life would come to an end. It didn’t scare him necessarily, for nothing did. But he wished he had more time to make his life more complete. An apology to Clay for being a thorn in his neck all these years would’ve been wonderful. A hug to Axl would make him worry less about his well being. And oh, what he’d give to see what was really under Dauntless’s mask. He should’ve kissed Macy too.

No. He couldn’t be thinking about those things, about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens”. There were a smorgasbord of achievements he collected like limited edition figurines over the years, and this year especially was in mint condition as Macy would say. He became a knight of the realm, something he didn’t think he’d enjoy at that time but grew to appreciate throughout the last few months. His unique talent for sports and parkour grew to astronomical levels, so much so he could scale the entire city of Knightonia without any more than a cut on his arm. While the stress of being the kingdom’s only protectors drained him of his smile from time to time, he got to see more of the realm in a span of five months than a normal coastline civilian would ever see in fifty years. He introduced Axl to the team and helped him become an official knight in training, and he rescued both Pola and Fred from their father’s schemes. The knights had battled lava monsters, stone lycans, vicious techno vampires, ocean spirits, giant kings; all of which wouldn't have been possible without the unintentional family they all had become. With Robin and Ava's intelligence and ingenuity, Merlok's guidance and magic, Axl and Flint's contributions as a sixth knight and a spy against the enemy, and the long, strenuous marathon of growth and teamwork the five of them had developed over almost five years, why, the kingdom would've been in much worse shape.

They were a family now. He couldn't deny it now that he gave it more thought at his final moments. Even though he was forced into a role that gave him more heart ache, stress, anger, and injustice than a woman fisherman working among monster hunters, he wouldn't have changed a single moment of his late adolescence and early adulthood. It humbled him - in an odd way - and made him aware of his fragility and humanity. He found the love of his life, he made some killer friends at the academy, he traveled the realm and witnessed spectacles and horrors beyond the imagination. But if he could wish for anything, he'd want a future with those people. Just one more day would've been great. He'd make it the best day of his life even if it was his last.

"Green Knight?!" bellowed the ginger haired knight into the wind, the breeze catching his words and whisking them into the heart of the empty clearing. When silence answered, he felt a boiling tinge of unease. "I'm here! A little late, but had some detouring to do. You're not exactly good at giving directions, ya know."

More silence. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. For the love of the storm, he hated this. Not even the Fortrex at the dead of night was this quiet; there was always a gentle hum in the RV's walls and enough snoring to keep his mind calm. Where was this fey? It told him to find him at the Green Chapel, did it not? It was like it wanted him to lose his sanity before dealing the final blow, like it found it funny to watch him unravel into broken breaths and trembling limbs. He could already feel the headache from the lack of air pooling his lungs like a shallow low tide.

All of his optimism had been wasted on an idiotic idea that maybe, just maybe, he could weasel his way out of his doom. Maybe if he showed the creature he was worth sparing, or maybe if he showed kindness and courage, he'd be fine. But again, silence answered. It didn't care. Of course it didn't care. It just wanted to shed blood.

Clenching his teeth and stifling a snarl behind a low, guttural exhale, Aaron barked at the wind. "HEY. WHERE ARE YOU?? You made me go all this way for NOTHING OR SOMETHING?? What, chickening out now?? I thought you were SO THRILLED to kill me! Having second thoughts now?? You made me think I was gonna die in some horrible way all year long for NOTHING? WHERE IN GOD'S BLOOD ARE YOU YOU A-"

A creak of wood groaned through the canopy, stealing his breath before he could finish his sentence. His jaw rattled as he inhaled unstably and craned his head to the branches above his head. Not all of the branches were... branches.

It was exactly how his dreams played out. A head crowned in wooden horns twitched like an ant infected by cordyceps. Some of the tree limbs twisted and unraveled from the trunks, revealing a pair of massive fingers made of the same wooden material as buried roots. Growls and moans hoarsely crackled through the bark of the creature hoisting itself from the shadows.

His blood ran cold, feet frozen in the earth despite not processing fear from its presence. It took its time to show itself. No, it waited until he lost his temper to show itself. This was nothing but a game, a fey prank in the most horrendous form, and he was the victim of the emotional turmoil it found so deliciously amusing. He felt so stupid for ever thinking it would ever have the heart to spare him. All the insomnia, the stress, the dread of knowing he wouldn't see the flowers of spring, the loss of appetite and nausea after nightmares made him nothing more than a lunch for the beast, the breakdowns, the apologies to loved ones, and every day he had to wear a fake smile just so nobody would worry when the time came for him to vanish; the fey didn't care. It was all entertainment. It was all part of the game.

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

But in that moment, when the Green Knight lowered itself from the canopy of the woodlands and glared down at him with a skeletal mask for a wooden face, only one thing left Aaron's mouth.

"...oh you monster."

[loupy-mongoose]

Do you have a favorite song (soundtrack, piece of music, whatever you'd call it) from Bug Fables?

Hands down, Transcending, Overpowering, Everlasting is my favorite! An absolute BOMB all the way through!! I'm pretty sure on my first playthrough I had to stop playing and just listen to the song!

I know you asked for my favorite, but I can't just not mention some other frequents/favorites of mine: Oh No! WASPS! The Sacred Hills The Ones Who... The Watcher Lands Untamed Cruel Beast, Devourer of Journeys Forsaken Lands

And the Credits, which is a medley of songs played throughout the game, but just... Makes me so happy... ;w;

And some that are related to the spoiler-heavy storyline I talk about in my Halloween post. (Both are great Halloween fodder in and of themselves. XD) [REDACTED for spoilers] The Other One

And oddly enough, I want to shout out the Chapter 7 jingle, because it. gives me FEELS.

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

36 - One week before the Emperor's murder

Ohhh, we're getting so close now, to the events of the prologue. I'm vibrating. I'm excited.

The symbol isn't one of the skulls of the Houses, for the first time. It's completely different -

-it looks insectoid. It looks like the face of a wasp.

So this could be the sign of the Resurrection Beast, or at least its Heralds.

It could be the sign of the Blood of Eden. (Are they connected somehow?)

You prayed that the whole thing had been an illusion, and sometimes nearly convinced yourself that it was; that you had imagined the dead of Canaan House alive again, impossibly drifting through the jungles of your victim planet, far away from where their bodies had gone to rest. But then why had their coffins on the Erebos been empty? And why now was one of your letters missing, and another two freshly opened? Whenever you thought about it, enervated lines of thick, hot blood drooled from each ear, so that your canals were perennially stained deep brown. You prayed to live just a few more weeks.

Longer than that, I hope.

Perhaps it's by design that Harrow never questions any of this, not really. She has someone esle guiding her memories - her very thoughts.

Augustine: “You’re I. N., of course. Harrow’s H … Yes, Harrow’s H.” “H. O., calling in,” you said instantly, and you ignored Ianthe’s audible sniggers. “All clear. What’s going on?”

Their call sign is the initials of their first name, and the name of their cavalier.

Hang on I just noticed something -

“G. P. calling in. All clear.”

This is Ortus the First, calling in. But not with O.

A quick reference back to the Dramatis Personae -

Yes, it's definitely him, his cavalier was Pyrrha. There's no one else it could be.

Ortus's name is capitalised in the Dramatis Personae - unlike anyone else's. This, combined with that one time when Mercymorn was really confused then Harrow called him Ortus - yeah, he's not actually called Ortus.

Is he really called Gideon, perhaps? Is he the Gideon who was mentioned in that one scene in Gideon the Ninth, in Canaan house on that scrap piece of paper in one of the rooms?

Is whatever's happening in Harrow's brain just kind of automatically overwriting any mention of Gideon with Ortus? Even if it's a completely different person?

Oh, and also -

Augustine: “You’re I. N., of course. Harrow’s H … Yes, Harrow’s H.”

Augustine is in on this weird plot as well, it seems. He knows not to mention Harrow's cavalier.

You reached one hand out for that frozen tangle of hair at the back of the skull; you closed the gap between you, and you kissed that lovely corpse mouth. Of course, you could not. There was nothing there. Contact made her drift away, just as with any of your hallucinations. You had not touched her. Maybe you had not even reached for her. The Body watched you with an expression you were terribly afraid was pity. You said, “Please,” and you reached out again. [...] As though you had crossed no boundary, and above the soundless rough shouting in your ears, the Body said: “I have to go away for a while,” and you regretted everything.

Oh, oh this scene is gutwrenching. That's the love of her life. And she can't even touch her.

Well, I love the bits of narration bleeding through now, which are obviously not Harrow:

And then—you poor brokenhearted sad sack—you fell deeply asleep.

This definitely sounds like Gideon. <3 she's not gone forever, yay!

“I hated the sexy parties,” said Mercymorn, with an almost tearful vehemence, and Augustine said, “We know, Joy. We know.”

Ace Mercy confirmed? I like her more and more.

Lately you found yourself praying that the traitor was not Ianthe, all the while having seen for yourself the living Coronabeth in the arms of Blood of Eden: the twin who, as far as you could tell, was the only human being Ianthe loved more than herself.

Ianthe is part of a group of traitors, and so are you, my lovely Harrowhark. Sorry to break it to you.

“I hate you all,” said Mercymorn passionately. “I have hated you for millennia … except you, my lord.” “Thanks,” said God. “I merely want to put you in a jail,” said his Lyctor, now meditative, “and fill up the jail with acid once for every time you made a frivolous remark, or ate peanuts in a Cohort Admiralty meeting, or said, ‘What would I know, I’m only God.’ Then at the end of a thousand years, you would say, ‘Mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things, because I hated the acid you put on me.’ And I would say, ‘That is why I did it, Lord. I did it for you, and for your empire.’ I often think about this,” she finished. The Emperor of the Nine Houses said, “I ate peanuts, discreetly, the once.”

This made me laugh out loud. I don't know who I love more for this - Mercymorn or God. She's like "I wanna burn you chemically for every time you've infuriated me" and he's like "that was ONE TIME."

Priceless.

“What is the stoma?” Mercy said, “Augustine, you did tell her about the stoma,” in tones of accusation, but he simply said: “No. I saw no reason to frighten her. Why—did you tell Harrowhark?” Naturally, you had not been told about the stoma. Your teacher simply said, fractiously, “She’ll never see it! Why bother?”

A stoma, in medicine, is an opening - but an artificial one, one created by surgery, for some medical purpose.

“It is the mouth to Hell,” said God.

Ah yeah, that tracks.

It's at the bottom of the River - and the River has Layers - which have medical-sounding names, not any that I've ever heard in any medical context, though. I would google, if I didn't think it would give me spoilers. They're almost certainly names found only in this universe.

EPIRHOIC - MESORHOIC - BATHYRHOIC -BARATHRON.

Ghosts, souls, tend to stay in the top two layers, and not usually venture beyond the Mesorhoic. They call the space beyond the Stoma "Hell" - though souls of the dead rarely if ever go there - it's where they're gonna try and put the resurrection beast.

Sounds like one hell of a task.

[godzillareturn2014]

What are the best films you saw in 2023?

1. Oppenheimer

2. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

3. Godzilla Minus One

4. Spider-Man: Across the SpiderVerse

5. The Super Mario Bros Movie

6. Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part One

7. John Wick: Chapter 4

8. Scream 6

9. Killers of the Flower Moon

10. M3gan

11. Wonka

12. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

13. Five Nights at Freddy’s

14. Barbie

15. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

16. Napoleon

17. Evil Dead Rise

18. Creed 3

19. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

20. The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Honorable Mentions: Poor Things, The Boy and the Heron, The Creator, Talk to Me, Aquaman and The Lost Kingdom, Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, Fast X, Haunted Mansion, and Cocaine Bear

[horizon-verizon]

Queen Alysanne prayed daily for her niece Aerea and blamed herself for the child’s flight…but she blamed her sister more. Jaehaerys, who had taken little note of Aerea even during the years she had been his heir, chided himself now for that neglect, but it was Balerion who most concerned him, for well he understood the dangers of a beast so powerful in the hands of an angry thirteen-year-old girl. Neither Rhaena Targaryen’s fruitless wanderings nor the storm of ravens Grand Maester Benifer sent forth had turned up any word of the princess or the dragon, beyond the usual lies, mistakes, and delusions. As the days went by and the moon turned and turned again, the king began to fear that his niece was dead. “Balerion is a willful beast, and not one to be trifled with,” he told the council. “To leap upon his back, never having flown before, and take him up…not to fly about the castle, no, but out across the water…like as not he threw her off, poor girl, and she lies now at the bottom of the narrow sea.” Septon Barth did not concur. Dragons were not vagabond by nature, he pointed out. More oft than not, they find a sheltered spot, a cave or ruined castle or mountaintop, and nest there, going forth to hunt and thence returning. Once free of his rider, Balerion would surely have returned to his lair. It was his own surmise that, given the lack of any sightings of Balerion in Westeros, Princess Aerea had likely flown him east across the narrow sea, to the vast fields of Essos. The queen concurred. “If the girl were dead, I would know it. She is still alive. I feel it.” All the agents and informers that Rego Draz had engaged to hunt down Elissa Farman and the stolen dragon eggs were now given a new mission: to find Princess Aerea and Balerion. Reports soon began to come in from all up and down the narrow sea. Most proved useless, as with the dragon eggs; rumors, lies, and false sightings, concocted for the sake of a reward. Some were third- or fourth-hand, others with such paucity of detail that they amounted to little more than “I may have seen a dragon. Or something big, with wings.” The most intriguing report came from the hills of Andalos north of Pentos, where shepherds spoke in fearful tones of a monster on the prowl, devouring entire flocks and leaving only bloody bones behind. Nor were the shepherds themselves spared should they chance to stumble on this beast, for this creature’s appetite was by no means limited to mutton. Those who actually encountered the monster did not live to describe him, however…and none of the stories mentioned fire, which Jaehaerys took to mean that Balerion could not be to blame. Nonetheless, to be certain, he sent a dozen men across the narrow sea to Pentos to try to hunt down this beast, led by Ser Willam the Wasp of his Kingsguard.

Fire and Blood, by George R.R. Martin pg 234-235

[astromechs]

this summer/general year at the box office is fascinating to me. before i start with an analysis, let's give a couple of stats from box office mojo.

the top 5 films domestically of 2023:

and the top 5 films worldwide of 2023:

you'll see a lot of pundits saying that "franchises are dead!" and that's not true; the two billion-dollar movies this year are super mario brothers and barbie, both of which come from some of the most well-known ip that's ever existed. both of those films will inevitably get sequels. big ip, and the franchises that spur off of them, are going nowhere.

but what is interesting is that what seemed to be most successful was new ip to film, and meanwhile a lot of established franchises utterly crashed and burned. despite pulling in over $700 million worldwide, fast x probably won't even turn a profit because of its ridiculous budget. elemental, ant-man and the wasp: quantumania, and indiana jones and the dial of destiny couldn't even crack $500 million worldwide. the live-action remake of the little mermaid passed that mark but is still a box office disappointment.

and the flash only made $268,533,313 worldwide before being quietly shuffled out of theaters and onto max (the artist formerly known as hbo max). not to mention that blue beetle has pulled in barely over $100 million worldwide and it's been in theaters for 18 days. yikes; that's bad for a tentpole.

disney is suffering big, but so is everyone else. barbie aside, warner brothers releases have tanked, and this is true for every studio. superhero films, a box office juggernaut for the past fifteen years, only saw sizable box office hits in gotg vol 3 and across the spider-verse, otherwise crashing and burning on arrival — but the fact that those two movies could pull money tells me it's not superhero fatigue, either. if it's not franchise fatigue and it's not superhero fatigue, then what is it?

it's bad franchise fatigue. audiences are clearly getting tired of the content machine spewing an endless stream of mediocre content at them, and hollywood is, in and of itself, at a reckoning point, being forced by the wga and sag-aftra strikes to reckon with how much they're underpaying people to feed their beast. and we have in-house vfx workers at disney making efforts to try to unionize.

the current hollywood business model is unsustainable, and despite pulling a few hits out this year, the box office reflects this just as much as the strikes do. since the only language that studio executives speak is money, it's right here in front of them.

[romanadvora]

The Chase

season 002 : story 016 : episodes 072-077

22 MAY - 26 JUN 1965 || 03 - 04 JUN 2023

I really love the opening to this story; we've got a nice slice of life inside the TARDIS with the Doctor tinkering away at the TSV, Ian chilling out reading a [rather far-fetched] story, Barbara making a dress for Vicki… once again some lovely comfort Who. Everyone getting excited for the Visualiser is really fun.

I find Ian & Barbara's familiarity with the Beatles (especially Ticket to Ride) pretty funny since their second album came out on the 22nd of November 1963, when Ian & Barbara presumably left London earlier that week (23rd November wasn't a school day).

Vicki and Ian getting a lot of time together is easily one of my favourite parts of the serial; the two of them running off up the dune becoming silhouettes is one of my favourite shots of the show so far, and the pair just wandering around and Vicki telling stories of her childhood is so personal and a really intimate scene, you really feel the bond the two have.

The same can be said for the Doctor and Barbara sunbathing when Barbara starts complaining about not the Doctor's singing, but the *other* awful noise. 

The Dalek rising out of the sand has absolutely got to be a callback to the Dalek rising out the Thames right?

Gosh this whole tangent with the Aridians just… isn't it. "We have been told by the Dalek's we have ½ a day to hand you over to the Daleks- our elders are now discussing whether they will do this"... 10 minutes later… "our elders have decided to hand you over to the Daleks".

The Mire Beasts attacking allows the Doctor, Barbara & Vicki to reasonably escape, and it's nice to see Ian already up and planning an attack on the Daleks- Ian asking for Barbara's cardigan again and the continuity of her complaining, "not again" was a nice little touch.

Ian jumping up yelling "yoo-hoo, Dalek!" is yet another iconic Chesterton moment.

First appearance of the Time Vortex in Flight Through Eternity?

Vicki mentioning NYC as an ancient historical city, destroyed in the Dalek invasion, is a really nice seasonal continuity.

Episode three is quite minimal, but the connection to real-life history and explaining real mysteries with sci-fi excuses is a creative choice I really like; the abandonment of the Mary Celeste here, or the disappearance of Agatha Christie in Unicorn and the Wasp.

And it's fun to see Peter Purves being an Alabaman country boy ahead of his debut as 25th century astronaut, Steven Taylor.

Really not a fan of the whole haunted house episode because of how goofy the Daleks get as opposed to their typical sinister and manipulative selves- and the Doctor's theory of the mansion being some a physical manifestation of human nightmare would fix the plot holes of Frankenstein's Monster & Dracula surviving extermination. That being said, the Doctor figuring out they're in an artificial environment because everything is so typically scary is a creative element.

While the cliffhanger of the Daleks making a robot Doctor clone is cool and threatening, it's defeated like halfway through the next episode so you don't really feel a continuous anxiety that the Doctor could be an imposter. Showing the Doctor double next to Vicki and Barbara while Ian is unintentionally fighting the real Doctor was a good use of dramatic irony though. And the reveal being done with the robot calling Vicki "Susan" continues with the established continuity of having met the Daleks earlier; perhaps the memory scan where "the young girl" is Susan was done during the invasion of Earth…

The last episode is where this really picks up, as you’ve got this wonderful futuristic Mechanoid city above the trees, and some great world-building via newly introduced astronaut Steven Taylor. Him explaining how the Mechanoids were initially Human inventions to aid in the colonisation of Mechanus, and why he’s marooned on this planet due to an all-out war between Earth and an.. unnamed[?] enemy makes the world feel quite grounded. 

The Dalek / Mechanoid battle is also really well done, not just with great tracking shots and use of lighting, but how the rapid cuts, angles, and superimposed flames on the picture make the whole sequence really fast paced and somewhat hard to keep track of; generally good for a chaotic and bloody fight. 

Vicki being deathly afraid of heights add to the danger of their rooftop escape from the burning city, and Maureen really sells the performance in my opinion.

Now. The end is here. The Daleks and Mechanoids have destroyed themselves, leaving the travellers free not just to leave in the TARDIS, but see the Dalek’s timeship too. Ian’s imitation of a Dalek is a fun calmer after a rather hectic finale, and their departure is really well done. It can be frustrating that the Doctor is so mad at them, and it does *kind of* feel unexpected on Ian and Barbara’s front. Although with moments like Ian being knighted, the downtime scenes of everyone dancing to the Beatles in the TARDIS, and the slower more intimate moments like Ian and Vicki running up the dunes… you can really feel that their time is at an end. I love Ian’s passion for wanting the simple things in life; a drink at the pub, walking in the park, wanting to belong somewhere (other than the rather nebulous and fluctuating address of the TARDIS, 76 Totters Lane*). It’s the time of exit that could only work back in the 60s because of how random all their adventures were; not like now when you can deliberately go to any point in time or space, down to the specifics of “in time for tea”. I do also like how it’s then Vicki who convinces the Doctor to get over his anger-veiled sadness and let them do this thing; you see the connection between the pair, how Vicki really has taken the role of the granddaughter in the Doctor’s life, and how she can appeal to him when no one else is able to get through. 

The montage of Ian and Barbara back in London 1965! is just really heartwarming, and them bursting with laughter when a ticketer asks if they’ve been on the Moon because they’re so out of touch feels so personal and close. Vicki and the Doctor watching them on the TSV is not only a good narrative choice by tying it back to the serial’s beginning, but it also allows for both parties to have their goodbyes of sorts. The Doctor staring off into the middle distance saying “I will miss them” seems really simple, but that’s not a bad thing, because it is that simple. They’ve been together for two years and the Doctor has grown considerably since meeting them, and he got so upset with the prospect of them leaving that he started shouting at them about how stupid their idea was. Not exactly a… healthy… response. But powerful? Absolutely. 

Because of those great first and finale episodes, even though the story got a bit too meandering in the middle, and lost sight of the Daleks’ menace for a bit too long, it’s still a great send off for two of my favourite companions.

I will miss them. 

★★★★☆

[nerdraging4point0]

Blood of Eden // Part Two // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

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Head on his paws, he had his body flat on the cold cement of the alley nestled into the shadows with his eyes locked on the street ahead. The early morning fog was rolling in, and he could see the vapors of his breath in the air. They'd been sitting in the alley by the lab all night. Since the break in four extra hunters were posted, only driving Noah to annoyance. It wasn't the hunters but the distraction she'd caused him that night.

Shoulda killed her.

He growled a little, remembering the girl he'd left to die on that roof. She had looked right at him as her eyes rolled back, and she passed out. He spent a long time debating his next move. She was beautiful with her red hair and gray eyes, but the fear in her eyes pained him to his core. Leaping across the roof to his partner, he re-fastened his muzzle as they climbed the ladder to the streets below to return to their post. She'd bleed out on that roof or think twice before breaking into his master's lab again. 

Oli tried to get Noah to explain why he did what he did, but not even Noah could describe it. Running through the streets, he had seen her turn down into some shit-ass neighborhood. Oli suggested they let her go, but when Noah found the velvet band she'd lost out of her hair, he had to pursue it like a force from another world. 

She'd seen him, his face, Oli's face, like she was seeing through the haze that was their master's magic. As a hunter, his two sides, both beast and man, remained as one, but only one at a time could be visible; the other stowed away in what was described as the fifth dimension. She had seen both; he felt it. When she jumped off the roof and hung from the ledge, the possibility that she could have fallen to her death, he hadn't thought much before removing his muzzle and leaping to the next roof to latch his jaws into her shoulder and thrust her up to safety. 

A bark of laughter and a soft clutter came from behind him; Noah turned his head to see the commotion, and Oli stepped out of the shadows to his left, following his line of sight. One of the hunters stretched out her limbs, spying the two of them watching; she stretched out her rump on purpose, curling her tail in the air. Oli snorted, shaking his head before sitting back on his haunches and lifting his leg to scratch his ear. Noah rolled his eyes, dropping his head to his paws again. The scent from the smooth black band around his left leg wafting into his nose, soft jasmine and clove circling his olfactory; that's not how she tasted. Her blood was fiery like cinnamon but burned like cheap whiskey and had a grit like dirt. 

What will he say when you get home? 

The thick accent of Oli's voice pierced through his brain. Noah huffed, the dust from the alley coming loose and blowing into a cloud in front of him. He didn't want to think about it. He'd disobeyed a direct order. Hunters only remove their muzzles with permission; to violate that order, there is no telling what punishment may present. Equipped with trackers and wireless radios, masters often communicated with their hunters throughout the night; Jolly was usually too busy for that.

As masters go, Jolly was lenient compared to the others; some hunters had masochistic, if not borderline abusive, treatment; Jolly was softer, maybe a little rough when they got physical, but never anything that made Noah fear what he would do when he returned. It wasn't often Noah ever did something wrong; he could count on one hand how many times he'd disobeyed his master in their last thirteen years of partnership. And less on that hand could he count the times Jolly was truly angry with him; he was only ever disappointed. But disappointment can be a cruel punishment on its own.

Oli was just as lucky as Noah; his mistress was a beautiful woman inside and out. They had genuinely fallen in love with one another, and the collaring ceremony was nothing compared to the wedding they had shared. It wasn't unheard of for masters and hunters to marry, but breeding wasn't possible-they were sterile for a reason. The Mage were blood purists; they preferred to keep their magic to themselves.

Noah kept his eyes ahead, watching Skytower in the distance, the sun starting to gleam off the highest floors first. When the cars on the street grew in numbers, and the sun began to shine through the fog, a static came through his ears. 

"You are relieved of duty; you are to come straight home." Jolly did indeed sound disappointed. Noah's ears fell back on his head, and he whined. Oli sprung to his feet, stretching his front legs forward and shaking his shaggy fur. Noah stood slowly, his limbs stiff from lying still practically all night; he had to force himself to stretch, letting himself stand on his own two feet before heading straight for home.

Skytower was only three blocks south of the laboratory, hard to miss with its 45 floors towering over the city. Noah's eyes locked on the 38th floor's west side windows; that was their floor. Jolly and he shared a four-bedroom apartment, with one of those rooms doubling as an office space for Jolly to work. Mage had some of the most high-paying jobs in the world; how else would they establish order in the chaos? Jolly's job was one of distinguished power. Born as a cousin to a royal Swedish family, he was a lord in his home country. He handled affairs from home, all from abroad, and with the remainder of his time, he worked on finances for the lab's experiments and research. Their close relationship made Jolly more interested in the hunter initiative and their health. They got some of the best medical treatments and even gave suggestions to make hunters more optimal.

Oli paused when they reached Skytower, holding the left side of his muzzle so delicately listening to his intercom with a smile broadening in his cheeks. Reaching behind his head he unclasped the leather mask from his face. Shaking out his hair and stretching his jaw, he turned to Noah, giving him a reassuring smile. 

"Listen, bruv," Oli clapped him on the shoulder, "I need to get coffee for me and my mistress. Take whatever punishment he gives you. And advice: just feign stupid, beg forgiveness, and move on." 

Noah reached behind his head to remove his leather mask as his partner disappeared down the street.

"Leave it on." The disappointed voice of his master pierced through his ears, and he dropped his hands slowly, squaring his shoulders before walking into his massive home. Awkward silence engulfed him in the elevator as he climbed the thirty-eight floors by himself, his anxiety increasing with every ding signaling another floor. 

Stepping into their apartment, birch storm flooring with equally neutral furniture graced their living room, the low light of the gas fireplace shining over their apartment. Noah could smell the freshly brewed coffee, but when he didn't see Jolly in the kitchen or the living room, there was only one other space he could be in. 

Noah turned down the hall, passing by his own bedroom, bathroom, and the spare room before stopping at the door to Jolly's office. It was open, and the lights were on; knocking was unnecessary as he stepped in. 

Jolly wasn't facing him, turned in the chair with his back at the desk, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. Noah could hear the slow sips he took from his mug of fresh espresso, swallowing so gingerly that Noah could almost forget he was upset. 

"Eventful evening." The statement hung in the room, and Noah dared not answer. Feign stupid. Oli's advice rang through his ears; now all he needed was for Jolly to turn around, and he could beg forgiveness. 

Jolly turned slowly in his office chair, setting his clear mug on the glass coaster before standing from his chair. Dressed in navy blue slacks and a charcoal gray dress shirt, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was still damp from his shower. Noah could smell the citrus and mahogany wafting off him; he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling himself twitch in his pants. 

His master closed in on him, hands in his pockets, their eyes level with one another as he closed the space between them. 

"I don't care why. I don't need you to speak." Jolly lifted a hand from his pocket, running his fingers through Noah's hair, caressing down to cup his cheek. "I do, however, need you to kneel." 

Jolly placed both hands on Noah's shoulder; their weight helped to push Noah onto his knees on the floor. His nose brushed the already noticeable bulge in his master's pants, and he could feel his mouth salivating. Peeking out of Jolly's right pocket was the dark rope Jolly kept in the top drawer of his desk. Feeling his tail wagging and his heart racing at the sight, Noah was more than eager to touch the floor. 

Noah kneeled on the floor, breathing heavily through the leather on his face. Jolly strolled behind him, caressing his cheek and neck before bringing Noah's arms behind his body, crossing the hunter's wrists over each other and securing them with the burgundy rope. The anticipation rose in Noah's chest as Jolly wrapped his arms around his body, reaching to undo the clasp of his pants before pulling them down. With his lower half exposed, Noah's skin prickled with gooseflesh, shuddering under the brush of his master's fingertips on his thighs.

"You disobeyed, didn't you?" Jolly's harsh whisper brushed Noah's ear. The hunter hung his head. He heard the familiar clink of the leather belt and the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor. Noah's breathing increased, feeling himself harden at the thought of being taken roughly. His master circled him; he'd discarded his pants and underwear cock slowly being stroked by his slender fingers. Leaving Noah on his knees in the middle of the office, his master stepped back creating several feet between them as he leaned on the edge of his desk, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked with Noah. "Shall I explain the rules?"

"You look so pretty in that muzzle of yours." his master cooed, stroking his hardening cock in his hand. Noah mewled, dropping his eyes to the floor as his cheeks reddened. 

"Bad boy. Look at me." Jolly growled. Noah lifted his eyes again, seeing his master's hand stilled. "Rule one, you look away. I have to stop, and you know I don't like to stop unnecessarily." 

Noah nodded slowly nodded his head, feeling his ears fall back and his tail droop. He watched eagerly as his master started to pump his swollen head once again, kicking himself off the edge of the desk to come closer to Noah's face. 

He could feel the drool pooling in his mouth, the sensation of opening it as his master approached was second nature, but the leather on his face made it impossible for his jaw to move. 

"That's a good boy." Jolly praised. Noah watched as the pitiful whine he let slip only made his master's hand speed up and his cock twitch in his grasp. "I like it when you whine. You always sound so needy." 

Noah's own cock was hard and throbbing between his legs; he wanted to be touched, needed to be felt up and down in slow strokes. But with his hands clasped behind his back and his master having no give, it was apparent that was impossible. 

"Rule two. You don't ever remove your muzzle without permission." Jolly pumped himself harder, focusing more on the head of his cock than his shaft. Groaning as he looked into his pup's eyes. 

"You don't like having that on your face, do you? You'd rather have my cock in your mouth, wouldn't you?" Noah whined again; inside him, his tail was excitedly thumping on the ground. 

"You won't disobey me again?" Noah shook his head vigorously. No, not if it meant being rewarded. He'd listen, he'd be good. 

Jolly moaned, positioning himself behind Noah, the hunter growling eagerly. 

His master's hand clutched the nape of his neck, the pressure pushing him down to bend in half as he kneeled on the ground. A low groan rumbled across the walls as Noah felt the warm ropes land on his lower back, dripping down his skin and between the cheeks of his ass. Jolly's grip tightened as his hand started to shake, slowly coming down from his high. Noah felt himself dripping precum onto the floor, desperate for release and feeling his lower abdomen tighten with feral need.

"You get yourself cleaned up," Jolly gave the side of his thigh a light slap, untying the bonds of his wrists before standing up from behind him. "I have to work this afternoon. We'll take care of you tonight."

Jolly redressed, stepping over Noah on his way to his desk; from deep in Noah's chest, he whined, crawling on the floor towards his master. Jolly paid him no attention, sitting in his oversized office chair in front of his laptop as if nothing had happened. Noah gathered his pants, pulling them up over his tender and stiff cock, head still cast down to the floor. He turned to leave the room, wiping the sweat from his brow when Jolly's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You can take off your muzzle for the night. And Noah," Noah turned slowly to look at his master, "Rule three, don't touch yourself. I need you, needy." 

Noah nearly choked on the saliva pooling in his mouth as he left the office. Down the hall, he closed the door to his bathroom, stripping off the clothes from the night before; looking down at himself, he was stiff as a board and couldn't do anything to fix it. 

A Lukewarm shower washed away the night before and the last few minutes. As he tossed his clothes from the night before into the hamper, he pulled the band from his pocket, wrapping it around his wrist. Thumbing through his clothes, he found it amazing how monochromatic his wardrobe was, from white to black and all the shades of gray. Throwing on a loose pair of pants and some white sneakers, a matching crew neck top with a black unbuttoned baseball jersey for good measure. He grabbed his ball cap and sunglasses as he walked out the door. He just wanted some air, to get out and get his mind off things; he'd walked a few blocks, realizing his feet already knew where he was going if his mind didn't.

[paarthurnax59]

"Beauty and The Beast"

"For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

(Image is not mine!)

Warnings: Mentions of Cancer, deals to save spouse, kidnapping?, fluff.

(I wrote this a fews ago on my deviant art page and just wanted to post it!)

   Walking down the lonely streets of New York was always a scary thing. You never know when something will come up from behind you and attack while your guard is down. You had just got done with your shift at the flower shop and now delivering a bouquet of red roses to your sick mother. She had fallen ill just recently and was bed ridden since. You wanted to cheer her up by bringing her favorite flowers and hopefully she would feel better over it. 

 It was January in New York and the snow began to fall. It looked as beautiful as it came down from the heavens. They sparkled brightly as they gently descended down from the sky, it made you stop many times before you got to your townhouse you shared with your parents. Yet, something felt strange to you as you took that long walk home. It felt like you weren’t alone. You feel like someone had been watching you since you left the flower shop and it crept you out. However you continued to press on and finally reached the street where your home was.

  You were able to get home safely and up to your stoop. Which made you sigh in relief but, just as soon as you reached for the doorknob, you saw a bright, flashing green light coming from inside your house. You mouth dropped from the sight of it and quickly opened the door. You quietly stepped inside and snuck your way around the house. You heard two voices coming from the Livingroom. One was the voice of your father and he sounded both angered and frightened at the sometime. Another of a male’s was of one you never heard before, a deep smooth velvety voice with a hint of a British accent. 

“You know what I want, (F/N)! Now I suggest you pay me what I was promised, or your family will suffer greatly.” He growled as the man’s voice grew more irritated by the second. 

“Loki, You will never have want you came for. I will make sure it will never happen.” You father said so boldly. The voices sound like they were coming from the living room. You were curious as to what was going on, so very quietly and quickly, tip toed behind the wall that separated the hallway and the living room. You sat behind the wall and listen to their conversation. Loki? He could not mean…

“So, you think that you can just deny me my right? To that which I was promised? After all I have done for you and your family? You are just going to betray me like that? Come now, what made act so bold and daring to act this way toward to me? To a god?” The man spoke and you peaked around the wall and saw that your father was on his knees and looking up at a man wearing a green, black and gold armor with a long coat. He had medium length black hair, pale skin and emerald green eyes. You knew right away who this man was. I was Loki of Asgard, the man who tried to take over Manhattan those two years ago.

“A god? Ha! Don’t make me laugh! You are nothing more than a monster that looks to pray on weaker and smaller creatures that can’t fend for themselves. Look at what you have done to this city! You killed so many innocent lives all for a selfish purpose of trying to rule the world. You are a cold, murderous and unfeeling man, with no love to give.” You could not believe what your father was saying, He was really standing up to Loki like he was his equal. You never knew your father had this kind of courage. “No, wait. I take that back. Man is too good of a title for you to uphold, Loki. What you are is nothing more than a beast.” This word stung like a wasp’s tail and by the look on Loki’s face, He was not happy. He lunged at your father and rose him up to his level.

“Listen, you worm! I could end your life so quickly that you would not have time to blink.” At that, your mouth dropped and you covered your mouth from anyone trying to hear you. “I don’t care what you think of me or my motives. We struck a bargain long ago and I intend you to see it through that I get what I came for. If you think you can stop me from getting what I want then you are sadly mistaken. Even as we speak, your precious wife is growing weaker from the illness that is infecting her body and the longer you delay from getting what want, then the more she will suffer, just like it did all those years ago. Would you like that? To be the reason for your wife’s death and knowing you could have done something to save her? Well, I would have hate to have that kind of guilt hanging over my head, now would I?”  As Loki Finished his speech, your eyes grew wide at them. He was the reason your mother was growing sick?! How could he?! And what did He mean she was sick long ago? Your father never mentioned it at all? What was it that Loki wanted? Soon, you were about to get your answer. 

“All I know is, no matter what you do, Loki. You are not getting my daughter.” Your father finished and you gasp from what he said and turned away from the conversation, but it was too late. Loki had caught a glimpse of you and smirked as he walked over to you.

“Well, it seems that the lovely dove has decided to grace us with her presences. I see you have grown into a beautiful, young woman.” He said as he looked down at you and pulled you up to your feet. He tightly grabbed your arm, pulling you into the living room. Your father gave Loki a very angered expression.

“Get your hands off her!” He yelled at him, but Loki hit him in the face. 

“Hey! Where do you get off on hitting my father like that!? You have no right!” You yelled at the tall raven haired man. He looked down at and his sly grin appeared on his face.

“You have got a bit of spirit in you, girl. Good, I like a woman with fire in her heart.”  He said wrapping his arm around you as you tried to push him away. He pulled you in close to him as your father yelled at him to let you go.

“Let go of my daughter! Loki!” He said and Loki hit him again, this time he started bleeding. Loki flipped his hair back and smiled with satisfaction, knowing well he got what he wanted. 

“Now, that I finally have what I came for, our business is concluded. You wife will be healed in the morning and you’ll live happily ever after. Farewell.” He said as he waved his hand and a flash of green light surrounded you both. You dropped the roses that which were meant for your mother. Your father shouted and lunged at Loki as you both disappeared. Now with you gone, he fell to his knees and sobbed, knowing that his only daughter was gone. …

   You opened your eyes as Loki released you from his grip. You could see that you were in a large beautiful spacious golden room with high ceilings and a large balcony. There was a large bed with a green bedding and a golden canopy above it. You looked around to see that Loki was by his desk and opening a drawer. You grew angry at the man that had kidnaped you and stalked toward him.

“What is the big idea!? Why did you take me away from my family!? Where are we?!” You shouted with his back turned away from you. Loki sighed and turned to you with a soft expression.

“We are in Asgard, my dear. You’re new home.” He replied calmly.

“Why did bring me here? What you want from me?” You demanded from the man.

“You don’t know, do you? Of course, that fool had kept that secret from you.” He said with a rolling his eyes and not looking at you.

“What secret? What is this about? Is this about my mother? What did you do to her?! Why did you make her sick with a life threating illness?! You better tell me now or I will-” You tried to finish but your mouth had been covered by a magical green light. You were silenced and it was Loki’s turn to talk. 

“I have taken your ability to speak. I will return this right to you, when you allow me to explain why you are here and what all this means. Understand?” You nodded and then Loki waved his hand again and the green light disappeared. “Now, have a seat.” He said pointing to the bed and you did as he said. He sat down beside you and began to explain. “Now I can tell you what you should have been told your entire life. Long ago, when you were just a tiny babe, your mother grew sick and was deathly ill from a Midgardian diseases you called cancer.” He explained monotone, but your eyes screamed when you heard that, your eyes grew wide with shock.

“My mother had cancer?! How come I didn’t know this?!” You said in a panic tone, then Loki placed his hand on yours and stroked it gently. You didn’t know why, but the sensation made you feel more calm and relaxed.

“You were not told this because your father was so desperate, that he turned to me for help. Of course, I was able to help them with his plight, but for a cost.” He said and you looked at him.

“And that cost was…”

“You, (Name). I told your father that I could cure his wife and make it so it never existed if he gave me his daughter when she was of age. He begged me to ask for anything else in return, but I had made up my mind.  Reluctantly, he finally agreed to my arrangement.” He said and your heart began to pound like crazy. Your father bargained your life away? To save your mother? Why would do such a thing? “When the time I came for you, your father refused to give you to me, and I was enraged.” He said with a bit of grimace to his voice.

“And that is when you deiced to try and take it out on my mother? To make her sick and give her cancer like before?” You voice began to rise with anger.

“No, I didn’t. You see, to save a life with a magic, a bargain had to been struck. If the agreement was being honored, then will remain intact. If not, than the spell will undo what had been done and the life that was saved, will die.” He began to explain as you tried your best to calm down. “When your father refused to honor the deal, your mother grew ill like she had done long ago. I had nothing to do with your mother’s illness.” He said and you looked at him with one eye brow raised. “So, this is why you are here, my dear.” He finished looking at you while you were still with shock. You didn’t know what to think about all this. You were nothing more than just bargaining chip. Nothing more than a possession to Loki, which you had no idea as to what he wanted to do with you. Your face began to turn pale and your heart began to race. Loki saw this reaction on your face and rushed to your side. “(Name), you need to relax. I know this all seems unexpected, but please try to understand.”

“Understand?! You made a secret deal with my father, made my mother sick and  took me from my home, and you expect me to just understand?!” You jumped up from his bed and backed away from him. He too rose as well and tried to walk up to you. You could see the concerned look in his eyes. Your eyes began to tear up as you looked at your captor. “Why did you take me away from my life? My family? I had a life back home, friends and school. Where did you take me away from my home?” You then could not bear the pain anymore and sunk onto your knees and began to sob uncontrollably and placed your face into your hands and cried. Loki just stood there for a moment looking down at you. He then stepped closer to you and kneeled down in front of you. He then proceed to wrap his arms around you and pulled you close into his chest.

“(Name), I know you must hate me, but please listen to me. It was never my intent to hurt you, or make you suffer. I just…” He paused for a moment as he stroked your hair and soothed you in a calming tone. Why was he being like this? Why did he care if you hated him or not?

“What is it?” You asked placing your head in the crook of his neck.

“I… have been watching over you since you were just a babe. I watched you grow and looked after you. As you grew, I have noticed the love and happiness you bring to everyone in your life. The sweet nature and virtue that I so long craved for. My life had been hell up until now, and the only thing I looked forward was seeing your face and that sweet smile.” You then began to blush as Loki was complementing you. “When I first saw you as a little baby, I had grown so fond of you. Even though I only met you once, I have made the decision to have you when you were ready.”

“What are you trying to say, Loki?” You asked him, with his raven hair in your face.

“I’m saying that… I love you, (Name).” He said and your heart stopped abruptly. He loved you? How can he love you? You barely knew him. How could this man, who had caused so much pain in the city of New York, be able to love someone this deeply. Why? Why did he want you?

“How can I believe you? You are the god of lies, and you hurt so many people on my world. How can you expect me to love you when I don’t even know if you’re telling me the truth?” He released you from his grasp and placed his hands on your face.

“Because, my dear (Name), I am about to show you a side of me that I never show to anyone else.” He replied and then closed his eyes and suddenly his skin began to turn blue. Your eyes grew wide as the blue reach his face and intricate markings appeared on his face and hands. He then opened his eyes and you saw that they were a bright Ruby red. You know you should be frighten beyond belief, but for some reason you weren’t. You were amazed at how he looked, for some reason, He was beautiful to look at.

“Loki, you’re…”

“Don’t.” He said as he covered your mouth, his extremely cold hand planted on your face. “I know what you’re going to say, that I’m a monster. That I am what your father described me as; a beast not worthy of an innocent beauty, like you.” He turned away from your eyes with a saddened expression. Your face then made a small smile on your face and made him look at him.

“I wasn’t going to say that, Loki.” You said with looking into his ruby eyes. “I  “I think you look beautiful. There is nothing wrong with how you look. I find it lovely to look at.” You said placing your hands on his face.

“If only others shared your insight. People of your world and in Asgard shun individuals like me. I must keep myself hidden away from the eyes of the people who would have me killed. You are the first person I have shown this to in a long time.” He said, and you then proceed to hug him. A faint blush appeared his face at the surprised reaction.

“It must have taken a lot for courage for you to show me this. Thanking you for trusting me with this.” You said as you muffled in his hair. He then hugged you back, holding on to you as tight as he could. Fearing that you might disappear at any moment. For the first time, he was happy.

“No, thank you, my beauty, for having compassion for an imperfect beast like me. I’m sorry for causing you some much pain. Please forgive me.” He said as he stroked your hair.

“I forgive you Loki. Just promise me one thing?” You said sweetly to him. He then let go of the hug and looked you in the eye.

“Anything, my love. Just say the word, and it will be done.” He said and with pleading eyes.

“Be honest with me, and then my heart will be yours.” You replied with a sweet smile and Loki then closed the gap between you two and kissed you with all the passion in the world. You then melted into the cold frosty kiss that the frost giant was giving you. You wrapped your arms around him and he brought you in closer to you. He then lifted you up off the ground and placed you on the bed, while still kissing you. You then proceed to kiss your neck gently, making you giggle as his lips tickled your skin. He stopped and then let’s go of you.

“I have something for you, my love.” He said as he stood up and then waved his hand and a green box appeared in his hand. From the looks of it, it looked like a ring box.

“Loki is that…?”

“Just let me show you, my beauty.” He said and got down on one knee and you gasped in disbelief. 

“(Name), I know this is sudden and short. In know this may seem very unfair and you feel that you never had a choice, but please know this. I promise you that I will do the best I can to make you happy and loved as much as any other man in your life. A woman like you deserve nothing less, and I will for see that.” He then proceed to open the box to reveal a beautiful golden ring in the shape of a rose. It was your mother’s favorite flower. “(Name), will you marry me?”

You were speechless, you couldn’t speak as the ring dazzled in front of you. You took only a moment to say anything, and then you swallowed.

“Yes, I will.” You said with a smile and Loki smile grew and then kissed you again. He released to place the ring on your finger, which fit you perfectly. The blued-skinned prince crawled up by your side and then embraced you in a hug. You both then laid down on the bed and curled up in Loki’s arms. 

“Sleep now, my love. You have had a long day.” He whispered and you did as he said and he covered the blanket over you. As you began to fall into a deep sleep, you whispered under your breath so softly that only loki could here you.

“I love you, Loki.” You said and fell asleep. Loki smiled and kissed your temple.

“I love you, (Name).” He said before he too, fell asleep.

Finally, this cold and lonely beast had finally found love and warmth with the beauty he had in his arms.