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uyuforu · 1 year ago

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Astro Observations VII: Solar & Lunar Return

Hi everyone! I haven't post in a while, mostly due to busy schedule ;-; I'm barely sleeping these days, a lot of demands from clients, also visiting my family, and I have a wedding tomorrow. Im tired but my Lunar Return's 6H Stellium warned me! Anyway, I thought of doing a post that I consider easy: Astro Observations! This one is focused on Solar & Lunar Return. Solar Returns are charts that change every years and Lunar Returns change every month. Some people don't believe in Lunar Returns, yet I do and feel it to the chore lol! Anyway! Hope you'll like today's post ^^ Between! This post will mostly be about my FS' Solar & Lunar Returns! I thought it would be cool to change perspective :)

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Solar Return

⋆˚✿˖° The 6H is very not appreciated enough in my opinion, mostly in solar returns! The year me and my FS met, we both had Groom/ Briede 6H. In my opinion, this can be an indicator of meeting your FS, because 6H is about routine and daily life, and having those asteroids, Venus or Juno there can be a sign of meeting someone/ your FS, who will have be part of your daily life from now on. So having Briede/ Groom can be a sign of meeting your FS and them being part of your life.

⋆˚✿˖° My FS had Briede conjunct Union in Sagittarius 6H the year we met, it was online. Indeed there was distance and we met on an app that was about learning languages. The conjunction is an obvious sign of meeting.

⋆˚✿˖° He also had Juno there and conjuncted Briede and Union lol. It was obvious. He had a huge crush and love at first sight.

⋆˚✿˖° MORE. The ruler of his 6H was Jupiter and it was in his 9H. He spent a lot of time on this app, learning languages, he was obsessed with it.

⋆˚✿˖° The year we met in real life, he had Briede conjunct Sun, def meeting "in real life". Him meeting me.

⋆˚✿˖° But he also had Briede conjunct Saturn, and he was putting barriers between us. And it's no surprise since he also had Sun conjunct Saturn. He was creating barriers for himself, for protection.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 6H was also about health matters, his health state was an obstacle for him. He also thought he didn't have his life fully together.

⋆˚✿˖° He had 7H Neptune also that year, he was pretty delusional about his love life and his point of view about love and marriage. He thought he was doomed to never marry, and never love and be loved.

⋆˚✿˖° BUT! He also had Jupiter there, so he was blind with those fake ideas while I was just standing there 🧍🏻‍♀️

⋆˚✿˖° The year he talked about marriage a lot to me, he had Briede conjunct Jupiter 5H, with Juno too!

⋆˚✿˖° His 5H Ruler was also in 7H, and it was Mars. His 7H Ruler was in his 4H, being Venus, he was thinking of something very serious for sure.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, 7H Mars could also indicate fight, and Chiron being in the 5H too, we indeed had a big fight. He hurt me and I have hurt him too!

⋆˚✿˖° 9H Stellium could mean you are very focused on learning languages or traveling/ wanting to travel.

⋆˚✿˖° If your 9H Ruler is in 11H, you could spend a lot of time online to learn languages, or app that helps you learning languages.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus/ Juno in 8H or 12H could mean you have a secret crush, or you have a crush on someone who doesn't know about it.

⋆˚✿˖° 9H Ruler in 5H could mean you could find love while traveling or loving your traveling! You'll have a lot of fun.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H Ruler in 5H could mean you could have the reputation of being a player lol.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 1H could mean if you get in a relationship this year, you'll take it so seriously it will be part of your identity.

⋆˚✿˖° Scorpio MC means a big change and transformation in your career this year. If Pluto (the Ruler) falls in the 12H, you'll deeply change it that people will think you do something different. You could also quit your job and do something totally different.

⋆˚✿˖° If 9H and 4H have the same Ruler and it falls in your 12H, then it could mean traveling to see family who lives overseas.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter conjunct Uranus in 3H could be that at some point this year, you'll have a conversation that will reveal a lot of untold truth. You'll discover things, truth and it could be a happy realization.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 1H means you'll focus on yourself this year, and it can mean you'll want to choose options that are best for you. You'll change your identity, appearance, you are more likely to glow up.

⋆˚✿˖° 8H Ruler in 5H means you could be in your era of wanting to have friends with benefits or one night stands.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, if you have this aspect and Chiron is in your 8H, at some point this could come back to you and you could be hurt. For example, you could realize this is not actually something you enjoy, or you caught feelings, or it creates more pain in the end than pleasure.

⋆˚✿˖° AND if with Chiron 8H you also have Part of Fortune, this could mean this pain and karma is part of a lesson, and it's a good thing under a bad thing.

⋆˚✿˖° 1H Ruler in 5H is another sign of glowing up!

⋆˚✿˖° If you have 7H Ruler in 1H and Groom/ Briede also in 1H, and you are in a relationship, you could already see yourself married with this person.

⋆˚✿˖° 4H Ruler in 6H could represents enjoying your daily life routine, or finding a life routine at home/ family.

⋆˚✿˖° Scorpio 4H means your family and home life will be transformed. And if the Ruler is in 6H, it means your daily routine will be transformed too.

⋆˚✿˖° I realized Union in SRC could represents the new person you'll meet this year and the house could represent where you'll meet this person, in which life area.

Lunar Return

⋆˚✿˖° The Month I was so busy I was barely sleeping I had a 6H Stellium!

⋆˚✿˖° Mercury 11H means spending a lot of time on social medias, and perhaps even talking to people online. Otherwise, it can mean talking to a lot of friends.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus conjunct North Node in 7H means a major change will happen in your relationships since

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune conjunct Juno in 11H could be a sign of having a crush online and stalking them lol.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron 7H means you are feeling hurt by something your partner did or said. If not your partner, then someone you love (romantically).

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 8H can be a sign of being pretty private this month, but it can also mean discovering something that was hidden before.

⋆˚✿˖° 8H ruler in 11H is a sign of stalking online lol.

⋆˚✿˖° Briede/ Groom conjunct Juno 7H can be a sign of being in love with your spouse, or just feeling like you found the one.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, Juno/ Groom/ Briede conjunct Chiron 7H can mean you feel hurt by their words or actions.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 9H could mean you will or want to travel for the one you love, or this could also indicate a long distance relationship.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn conjunct Venus means there are obstacles in this relationship. Otherwise, if you have no Chiron in 7H, this can also indicate a long term love, feeling secure and like this will last.

⋆˚✿˖° A stellium in 1H means you'll prefer to stay by yourself and not hang out with people often.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 12H with Saturn means the same thing. You are a loner and this could be by choice.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 7H means you prefer to be alone, and you may put yourself some barriers between you and the one you love.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun conjunct Mercury 7H means you will or want to declare your feelings. Or this can be a sign of wanting to propose.

⋆˚✿˖° Moon conjunct Chiron 5H means you are feeling hurt because of love.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron conjunct Neptune 1H can be a sign of crying. If Moon is there, it means this is because of something that hurt your feelings.

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune 8H means you'll imagine a lot of steamy things, yet it could mean not having s3x.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 9H is a sign of traveling!

⋆˚✿˖° 5H Ruler in 9H is a sign of traveling for holidays.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 4H could mean traveling to see your family.

⋆˚✿˖° 11H stellium could mean you'll see and meet a lot of people this month.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H stellium means a big success in your career! You could get a lot of recognition.

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simpingforbots · 6 months ago

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Optimus Prime

Already having to deal with his team, Prime was not looking forward to taking care of another human. He already had to deal with his team – Bumblebee who acted more like a sparkling, avoididng his responsibilities to have fun and cause mischief, then there is Prowl, who even if was well behaved, his “mysterious aura” did not help him at all to be part of the team, Bulkhead, bless his soft spark, was a bit clumsy time to time and had no control over his strength, which far to often angered Ratchet, their only medick, who loved to grumble about every thing. So he was not looking forward to any more humans to keep optic on. Though you proved to be more capable and responsible then Sari, who of course was a child compared to you, but in retrospect, all humans were like children compared to him, so young and small. You were soft, kind and respectful, a shoulder to vent when ever he felt overwhelmed, reassure him that he was a good leader and that he knew what he was doing. For that Prime was very thankful, feeling a bit more support now. He strated looking forward to your scare visits as you were an “earth adult” with your own responsibilities and rocks on your shoulders. Which was not to bad, but Optimus wanted for you to visit a bit more often and when Sari moved in due to her circumstances an idea popped in Optimus processor - what if you moved in here, there was enough space in the base after all, half of it being used for storage while the other part was left empty. With this in processor, Prime strated arranging things and learning about humans and what kind of habitats they preferred, like warm environment to function and rest in, colder to have a good recharge, preferring different types of colours and styles to decorate the living space, just like any other bot. The room that Prime “chose” for you was by his quarters, so that he can check on you time to time, to make sure you will be okay and safe, knowing how clumsy time to time you were. It was a bit difficult to do this in secret, but explaining all this paint buckets, equipment and other stuff as for Sari’s room, which was not half of a lie, some of it was, Prime was lucky you were so trusting. Though not as lucky as decepticons suddenly attacked your street, causing mayhem and over all damadge. Prime did use this moment as to guide one of the attacks to actually damage your building, putting blame on the decepticons, which you bought quite quickly and Prime was on cloud nine when you accepted the GREATFULL offer of moving in. After this Prime team noticed how “attentive” Optimus become towards you, acting a bit worried for them. He was always around you, checking, making sure you were alright, helping you get to work, of you were hurt he would attend to you, basiclay treating you like some kind of sparkling, even if you were an adult. Ratchet did grumble about it time to time, though he was happy that with you Prime got less in to trouble. When you started dating someone, Optimus was very against it, pulling all kind of strings to make sure that they woud not last, like checking their background, what they did and would go as far as stalk them, even scaring them of time to time. Basiclay being a protective dad-bot over you, so get used to disapproving looks when ever you try to date someone new and them suddenly ghost you.

Bumblebee

Bee did every thing in his power to have fun on this new planet – races, trouble, playing with Sari, videogames, Tv, just anything but work. It was so boring to patrol the city for decepticon’s. What he, a small bot, would do against someone as nut loos as Blitzwing Or Starscream. He just wanted to have fun. He ran in to you in front of the videogame store, staring at the new game called Doom, captivated by the action shown on the TV with wide optics until someone tapped on his peds, making him look down, you were standing there, extending a copy of the game he was staring at, with a smile on your face. It took a while to register what was going on, gently reaching out towards the copy and grabbing it. You thanked him for that one time when he saved you during one of the attacks, and seeing how bot constantly was spotted around here, staring at the display of different game, you decided to buy one for him. Bee was hapy that he got a new game and thanks you from the bottom of his spark. And just like this you two started hanging out more often. You met Sari as well and three of you just hangout, having fun playing games and getting in all sort of trouble. Though as you were an more mature, despite your young age, you also acted as a mother of the group, managing to keep tabs on them and surprised that out of all those alien bot’s the yellow one was the youngest, acting like a teenager, too bored to be cooped up inside and do missions. Bee was also kind of happy that you were there and would get a upset when both you and Sari would have to go attend your human life, like school and work, leaving him all alone. And because of this Bee become more clingy, especialy towards you, wrapping his servos around you when ever you were here, which looked very funny when a bot bigger then a human clung to a small adult like some kind of child, not wanting to be left alone. He did started following you around as well, and the only human he would actually listen to as you did sort of used carrot and the stick method with him. It did help that you used to baby sit your siblings so you knew how to deal with him, even if he was an alien teenage robot. Clingy one.

Bulkhead

This soft giant loved painting - a completely different hobby to what he supposed to be. Of course it was a better choice as he can avoid causing trouble at the base, like breaking Ratchet’s equipment and breaking things. He joined a small club of other artist, joining them in the park to paint scenary in peace and quite, enjoying this peaceful time without much worry. One of this outing you joined in, a new friend to make in this small circle of “people who were familiar with each other” and joined for the class. Bulkhead could see that you were not as good at this, probably trying out something new, and quickly regretting as you looked around, scared. Bulkhead decided to step up, moving a bit closer and showing his canvas, making you calm down a bit as you saw his painting, with him reassuring that you do not have to be perfect to enjoy something, even if you are not good at it. You did calm down a bit, no longer feeling ashamed of your art and quietly chatting with the bot, asking about him. Soon they started meeting up alone, enjoy the compony of each other, sort of ditching the art class to enjoy their own progress and compony. Though with decepticons your life was in danger at one of the attacks, with Bulkhead having to keep you safe and show his destructive ability, fighting a bigger con – Lugnut. They were measuring in strength, with Bulkhead doing his best to keep the fight away from you and telling you t hide. After this experience big bot avoided you for some time, scared that you will be terrified of him, but to his surprised you were actually seeking him out, worried for the big guy and bringing him more art equipment. So sort of this fight brought you two even closer.

Ratchet

Ratchet was not a big fan of humans and it will take a miracle for him to become friends with one. Or one being a mechanic or engineer. Ratchet would stumble upon you when you were helping Bee out after this reckless idiot got one of his limbs hurt again, leaking oil to quickly and Ratchet could not make it there in time, screaming instruction in to intercom on what to do to prolong his activity. Once he arrived there, medic bot was shocked to see human welding the cuts and stopping the dangerous oil leak on Bee’s body, helping to stabilize young bot’s system. Shocked, Ratchet rushed in, though was pleasantly shocked to see how good the job was done. Grumbling, he moved human away, mumbling a thankyou as he attended back to young bot. The next time he sees this human again was after the battlefield with decepticons, attending to Bulkhead this time, who had a huge hole in his chest. Ratchet, this time, decided to watch how human will manage to fix, ready to shove them out of the way any moment they do anything wrong, kneeling beside them. You just greeted them, too focused on stooping leaking oil and trying to wire things back correctly. It was a good thing as your small hands were of better advantage, quickly fixing up what ever small damadge there was before attending to big one. Ratchet watched you, adding commentary as you worked, which you followed immideatly and soon enough you found your self under his wing, learning how to fix big alien bots for free. You did not complain, preferring to know how to help those huge alien bot’s who were the best line defence against big bad alien bots known as decepticons and their evil plans. Ratchet had you train on small machinery, helping them fix a few things here and there, taking you back to the ship they were on and help fix it up a bit, as much as both of you could, progressing quite well with your small help, able to fit in small spaces and fix issue. And even after that he still kept you under his wing, making sure YOU were alright as well. Any harm fall upon you from decepticon will send him in to rage and he will wreck havoc upon them. Any human will get a scare of their life and if you managed to somehow harm your self – you are not allowed to LEAVE HIS SIDE FOR DAYS!!! It’s not to long after you are officially his subordinate and a new human friend to grumble and fight with autobots when they break something, learning a few colourful words from each other.

Prowl

Prowl would love Earth for the live it had on it, fascinated on how the circle of life functioned here. Thing must die for a new life to thrive, with new life coming from joining of two others and how beautiful it is in all. He would hundred percent would love visiting shrines to feel tranquillity and joing meditation with humans, birdwatching, walking in a park and in general practise tranquillity. Though one day this tranquillity was disturbed as he heard a yelp, opening his eyes and scaning around. A human, hanging of the tree, holding for their dear life, all while the branch was snapping loudly, clearly not able to hold their weight, forcing Prowl to act immideatly, jumping in between trees to get momentum and as the branch finally snap, he managed to get you, landing carefully on to the ground with you in arms, while you held something else. After some time it something made chirping noice and he looked down, shocked to see a baby chicks, snuggled in your arms, chirping for their mother. Looking up Prowl noticed one of the their creatures of Earth – snake, slithering away from the nest. He can guess why you had a chicks now, you were trying to safe them. Checking on the human, he was pleased to see you well and when he asked what it is you were doing up the tree, you only confirmed his though, though you did add that the chick belong to endangered species, with their mother passing away to keep them safe. Also that you can take them in as you worked in sanctuary. A new place for Prowl to visit and he did, checking on chicks and you as well, learning more about you in return. He found that you were very caring veterinarian, eager to help any living being, though terrified of spider to extend of climbing Prowl when ever the was one in sight, pleading for him to take care of it. It was sort of fun. After some months that Prowl spend in sanctuary helping taking care of chicks it was time to set the free in to the wild, with bends to help track and identify them in case anything goes wrong. Both of you watched them fly away as soon as the cage was opened, up and away. With that you thoug Prowl will no longer visit the sanctuary you worked on, though you were pleasantly surprised to find him there the next day. And the next. Honestly his compony was noce, both caring for life and Prowl did even thought you a few moves to self defend just in case anything goes wrong. And with time you grew on each other, enjoying the presence of your new co-worker, a big alien robot ninja.

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pinkaditty · 1 year ago

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Random HCs About Obey Me! Dateables (minus Newspaper Club)

a/n: hello my lovelies! me again! im writing as much as i can 2 re-accommodate myself 2 posting and such. lack of motivation and executive dysfunction have really been hitting hard lately, so id appreciate lots of love on my recent works! i need a good boost i think. wah anyway, im working on your requests! im working on multiple at once which is why its taking so long. ill be pumping out three at once, with any luck! please cheer me on raaaaaahhh!!!!

summary: a little blurb about some hcs i have for the demons, humans, and angels of Obey Me! minus Luke and the Newspaper Club. I promise 2 make more content of them later though! most of these hcs are anatomy and personality based.

cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI), suggestive, mentions of monsterfucking, seduction, monster traits (slit pupils, scales, feathers, wings, pointed ears, fangs, etc), as well as detailed descriptions of odd bodily morphisms. its probably not as bad as i have listed here but viewer discretion is advised regardless. NOT PROOFREAD! there will probably be lots of typos :(

MINORS DNI! THIS POST IS SUGGESTIVE AND WILL LATER LEAD INTO AN NSFW POST! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY!

IMPORTANT INFO BEFORE WE BEGIN that I hc that the brothers and other demons all have different demon forms. Like, they have their mostly human forms (Form 1), but then they have their in-game demon forms (Form 2), and then on top of that, they have a second, less humanoid, more monsterish demon form (Form 3), and then past that, they have a full monster demon form (Form 4, monsterfuckers unite!!!1!). ill get into those hcs later. side note that i also believe the demon dateables have heat cycles and will make a separate post detailing that.

General overview (a more thorough one will be created later):

Form 1: Human form that the demon dateables have in-game. Some monster traits are still there, such as unusually large teeth and fangs, pointed ears, and odd morphisms (strangely shaped pupils, strangely shaped tongue, strangely colored flesh, retractable claws and teeth, etc).

Form 2: Humanoid demon form that the demon dateables have in-game. More monster traits are revealed, such as scales, horns, tails, fins, wings, and any other traits, including more exaggerated traits that are suppressed in their humanoid form (longer and pointier ears, more obvious slit pupils, sharp fangs and retractable teeth and claws no longer repressed, etc).

Form 3: Monster-like demon form, but still vaguely humanoid. Whatever demon features they have are extremely exaggerated instead of repressed, and scales, feathers, or any other features they have become more prominent, widespread, and obvious.

Form 4: Full on Monster demon. They become the animals they represent. For example, Leviathan literally BECOMES the monster leviathan, the impossibly large sea serpent. Asmodeus would become a manticore, Beelzebub would be a fly-bull hybrid, Belphegor is a cow minotaur but more monsterish, if that makes sense. etc etc im sure you have got it figured out.

Anyways, lets get into it!

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer:

His feathers r constantly shedding. like. constantly. when he transforms into his demon form it's just a burst of feathers.

when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2) he'll have wings behind his ears. they're small and heavy.

Surprisingly doesn't mind when MC preens his feathers or horns and genuinely enjoys it. He purrs at the feeling. will not encourage you to do it though.

achy back because his wings, while smaller, became heavier. sits down a lot and relaxes his back muscles often. will never have incorrect posture bc of this.

has a tail but it's like. just feathers. he's slightly embarrassed about it because it sticks straight out and he cannot manipulate it whatsoever.

Has small feathery spots on his body when he's in humanoid demon form (Form 2). Like, the center of his chest, back of his neck, cheekbones, and his ankles all grow feathers when he transforms.

only wears reading glasses. his eyesight actually isn't that bad, it just helps him see things clearer.

hates it when his room smells like him like he just can't stand it. on occasion his brothers will come in and just randomly spend time in there when he's not working. the smell of family helps him relax.

actually enjoys the nickname Lucy but won't admit that.

is genuinely a good cook just doesn't do it often because of all the work he has to do.

bleeds a deep blue with a thin red sheen. black gums and oral flesh. not due to health issues they're just like that; the fall physically altered their bodies in more ways than one. also has retractable fangs but they're non-existent when retracted. his mouth is just incisors literally.

long, flat tongue. pointed and sharp at the end.

Mammon:

hates the color green. nothing wrong with anyone wearing it but he cannot stand the color anywhere in his room or on him.

has partial tritanopia. it mostly affects his red/purple vision. can see most colors pretty okay, though. especially green and god he hates it.

ok please hear me out: he's got bad eyesight. you will never catch him without contacts or glasses because he will not be caught lacking ever again.

has pointed ears. very sharp and long.

he actually does have a tail, but not in the humanoid demon form (Form 2). when he gets to the next stage, a more humanoid monsterish demon (Form 3), his tail sprouts from his lower back. not very long, but very sharp, scaly, and has spines on the back.

has and will use his horns as corkscrews. easy solution!

has retractable claws in his hands and feet

flaps his wings indignantly to get attention, especially around MC or to overpower overlapping voices. something about them commands attention and he's proud of it.

bleeds gold and has a black tongue like Lucifer, but golden oral flesh. can't explain it i just feel it in my soul.

his blood is naturally corrosive. will literally burn not only your skin, but the skin of his brothers as well. can dissolve metals in seconds. do not let him bleed around you.

has generally sharp teeth, his canines being longer and sharper. teeth have a nice golden sheen to them. the first time you saw his teeth u were convinced he was wearing grills cuz????

thick black forked tongue but fork is not very prominent. presents more like a split tongue than a fork.

his tongue is also super abrasive. has tiny keratin projections like a cat's tongue. won't really hurt if he licks you but it's a weird sensation.

Leviathan:

can't hear well above ground and needs a greater water pressure to hear better. he's a deep sea demon so it's a little obvious.

responds better to light than color and actually also can't differentiate between colors very well. deep sea thing, it's the light that matters more than the color of it. he can still see color, just that physically speaking, flipping his lights on and off will get his attention quicker than holding a paper in front of his face.

since he's a deep sea demon, and there's lots of pressure in the deep sea, his body expands when he's above sea level, hence: he is slightly chubby (round face, protruding pudgy tummy, you can't exactly tell because he always dresses baggy). argue with the wall.

pupils are more slit-like. still rounded in humanoid form (Form 1) but definitely slit-like. become fully slits when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2).

has two sets of eyelids; 2nd set is clear and behind his normal eyelids. they close horizontally and are used to protect his eyes in saltwater and allow him to see.

has gills (located on neck and sides of his torso) and therefore has a greater lung capacity than any of his brothers. his gills are also sensitive and somewhat erogenous. ask before you touch them please or else he'll jump out of his skin.

neck is very long. is actually the second tallest of the brothers, you just can't tell because of how much he slouches.

has fins behind his ears, on his forearms, and on his calves and ankles. they are large, shimmery, and a blue-purple color. not super sensitive but be gentle when you touch them bc they're privy to tear.

can flap his fins and does this when he's excited.

has scales all over his body in humanoid demon form (Form 2), randomly placed in thick groups (shoulder blades, cheeks, neck, hips). they are small, smooth, shimmery, and midnight blue.

will often swim around in his aquarium. is on good terms with every creature he has in there and is always bringing a new one.

he constantly looks wet because his scales and fins are so shimmery but he's not wet he's just shiny.

tail is actually very thin and brittle at the end. will grow back if it breaks off but he's not fond of that happening. it's much stronger and heavier at the base. he can crush a human femur with that.

pointed ears like Mammon, even in his humanoid form (Form 1).

bleeds orange, has lavender gums and oral flesh. seven rows of fangs, and the lesser four are retractable. also has the longest fangs of his brothers.

forked tongue forked tongue!! it's very very long and thin and deep blue. his taste buds are scattered among the inside of his mouth rather than on his tongue.

it's also abrasive, like Mammon's, but his tongue will actually hurt. like, actually, unless it's the underside.

Satan:

can't remember where I saw this but someone said his feather boa is a collection of Lucifer's feathers and I wholeheartedly agree. that's exactly what they are. he does this out of spite.

his hands are abnormally large, on par with Beel's size. all the better to destroy with!

i know what the website says but they're taller in my hcs anyway. and I headcanon that he's the shortest. he's the smallest. by like, one inch shorter than Asmo (who i hc to be abt 6'2-5, so Satan is just under that range). it's so unfortunate BUT he grows into the second tallest when he transforms into his full demon form :] (Form 4)

can hear and see very well. has one of the most heightened senses of the brothers.

also has slit-like pupils like Levi.

has retractable claws in both his hands and feet.

has two thick, protruding black ridges on his back leading to his tail. they are scaly and of the same material as his horns. they present more like a heavily ridged spine in his humanoid form (Form 1), but they become more obvious in his humanoid demon form (Form 2).

loves to stare at cats at midnight because his eyes are the same shape as theirs at that time. will often sneak out to find a cat and simply stare.

his tail is scaly, but not like Levi's. the scales are much bigger and thicker, like uneven chunks of metal.

the end of it is pointed

his tail isn't really sensitive, but it is ticklish if you can get to the skin underneath the scales.

has small gauges. can't explain it, these are the only piercings he has.

bleeds a bright, sickly green. has forest green gums and oral flesh. Teeth are normal but his canines are heavily pronounced, longer and sharper than the surrounding teeth. his molars are also abnormally sharp, the edges pointed and elongated.

tongue is forked like Mammon's in that it presents more like a split tongue. his is barely there. also, has teeth on his tongue. small fangs along the sides of it. it's a sickly green. Mammon hates watching Satan talk.

Asmodeus:

His pupils are horizontal bars, like that of a goat. surprisingly unnoticeable unless you stare.

has never gotten a single blemish on his skin ever but that doesn't stop him from using skincare products anyway!

naturally smells like roses, but around humans, he smells like their deepest desires.

his wings are not very strong. he can't fly for very long or very high either.

he has a birthmark the shape of a lipstick kiss mark on his left hip. he's so proud of it and will show it off unprovoked.

has very light, almost unnoticeable freckles. doesn't like to cover them up because when he goes full manticore demon form (Form 3 and 4), his whiskers show up in the same area. it's uncomfortable.

his ears are pointed slightly. not as much as Mammon's, but still pointed.

very frail. not necessarily a bad thing, just surprising. his health could shatter instantaneously. while he may not die from something, he could be bedridden for a while.

bleeds a glittery pink and his blood is a natural aphrodisiac. gums and oral flesh appear normal but are actually an unsettlingly bright pink color. has fangs, most of his teeth are slightly pointed. they're the sharpest fangs of the brothers.

forked tongue except it's in three segments. they're all shaped like normal tongues but abnormally long and the middle one is the longest. bright pink and slightly abrasive. also pretty thick. has some of his taste buds on his bottom jaw.

Beelzebub:

also has horizontal bars for pupils. also strangely unnoticeable unless you stare.

the largest, tallest, and bulkiest of his brothers, but weighs slightly less than Mammon and Lucifer because their wings are particularly heavy.

you never have to worry about him choking because he won’t. it always goes down the right pipe i promise.

is a great cook! can never finish though. the ingredients are gone before he’s finished. hes the type to make cookie dough and then eat the dough. never making the cookies. it’s not his fault though he’s just super hungry.

MC and Belphie work together to provide Beel with a secret stash of food so that he doesn’t always clear out the fridge. it’s a win-win.

wings are very lightweight, as are his horns. he never beats his wings because he sounds like a giant fly when he does and it has disturbed more than enough people at this point. will buzz them when eating particularly good food. he can’t help that.

has antennae along with his horns. long, thin, and black. almost invisible if you don’t pay attention.

can communicate with flies and other small insects but doesn’t bother to do so very often. will tell them to stay away from MC if MC doesn’t like bugs.

bleeds red, but an odd oversaturated and bright red. gums and oral flesh are the same color, but his tongue is black. not forked, but very flat and long, allowing for more room for food in his mouth and down his throat.

all of his teeth are fangs except for his molars for grinding. his molars, however, have elongated sharp edges like Satan’s. teeth are stained red at the roots so it appears that his teeth are bloody. they’re not, they’re just like that.

when starving, his saliva and blood are extremely, extremely acidic. will dissolve skin in seconds. when just typically hungry, it's about as acidic as gastric acid.

Belphegor:

can switch back and forth between normal vision and negative light vision. usually sees in negative because his eyes are too tired and everything is constantly bright :(

also has horizontal bar pupils like Beel and Asmo.

eyes droop downwards and have a hypnotizing look to them (both Beel and Asmo have this as well). the three younger brothers are particularly good at human seduction because of this trait.

is the youngest and therefore has the youngest brother attitude. iykyk.

is probably more of a troublemaker than Mammon is. Mammon may be in financial debt but Belphie is in moral debt. Will embarrass all of his brothers (except Beel sometimes) and think nothing of it. doesn’t always get away with stuff though. what goes around comes around…!

would not be as close with Satan as he is canonically if they didn’t have hating Lucifer in common. but because they do have that in common, they’ve found other things to like about each other. Satan will keep quiet reading in the library if Belphie is napping there and in turn Belphie will spare Satan from the next round of exposing his brothers. win-win.

he resembles a satyr in his humanoid demon form (Form 2). his lower half is covered with spotted cow fur and his feet become hooves.

tail is a mix of scales and fur. the scales are closer to the root of his tail, on his body, and eventually becomes more fur as it reaches the tip.

when angry or upset, will whip his tail around and crack it on the nearest hard surface (floor, table, wall, etc) multiple times. it sounds like a whip and is very startlingly loud.

gets angry a lot. is also surprisingly very very expressive.

has vitiligo and his spots are where the fur in his full demon form are lighter colors.

has retractable claws but doesn't often use them.

bleeds purple with a red sheen. gums and oral flesh are black, but his tongue is purple.

has fangs, but they're probably the least prominent of his brothers. closest to normal human canines. however, he has the second strongest bite force of the brothers (first strongest is beel, third is satan).

Dateable Side Characs:

Diavolo:

naturally high body temperature. constantly warm. how does he not sweat so much? we'll never know.

his horns at the base are very sensitive. like, extremely. he'll jump 10 feet if your fingers brush against them.

his laugh is naturally extra like that. he doesn't mean to be extra it's just like that.

secretly really wants to make a pact with MC but obviously can't, for multiple reasons. feels left out :/

his yawns are almost as animated and ridiculous as his laugh is. he's so silly.

totally a morning person. ask him to stay up late and he will conk out immediately.

very fond of and fascinated with humans and is enamored every time he talks to MC or Solomon. never lets it show. Barbatos knows, though.

is only one more inch taller than Beel.

ik it's canon that none of the brothers are as strong as Dia but I like to hc that he'd have a hard time fighting any of them, Beel especially. if both of them were lucid and fully aware, Dia would eventually come out on top, but not without a grueling struggle.

his bodily fluids are as hot as magma. didn't even notice because of how warm he is until MC got burned from eating off the same spoon as him.

bleeds a brighter gold than Mammon. gums and oral flesh are also gold, but his tongue is black and forked similar to Mammon's.

huge fangs. they stick out of his lips sometimes.

his eyes aren't like the younger three demon brothers, but they can be very hypnotizing. he can't turn it on or off, so everyone usually ends up relenting to him because of it. except Barbatos and Thirteen, they are the only two immune to it.

Barbatos:

in contrast to Dia this guy is constantly freezing. like touch his hands or neck and you'll feel like you've got frostbite.

it's physically impossible for him to offer body warmth so just accept his tea instead

is a total tea enthusiast. even he doesn't know why. he just loves finding new teas to make.

similarly enamored with humans, but particularly with MC. less so with Solomon because he’s just not like other humans.

his power is definitely on par with Dia’s, if not more. this is why he was absolutely a necessary ally to Dia. Barbatos would be far worse as a neutral party or enemy.

there isn’t much he isn’t good at except board games. for whatever reason, if it’s not chess, he just can’t get the hang of it. even monopoly confuses him but he always somehow ends up owning the boardwalk. dumb luck or his sin? we may never know.

has gills like Levi along his neck and sides. his are much larger, however, and grow into patterned grooves on his back.

he has long hair. i know it's short in canon but in my heart? his hair is longer, like down to his mid-back. all of his hair is like a gradient, except it's slanted, if that makes sense. more hair will be teal on his left than on his right, and the gradient continues at an angle.

haaaaates taking off his gloves unless it's to touch people he loves. for example, he'll slip them off to pat Luke on the head or squeeze Dia's shoulder or to hug MC.

his hands are perfect, btw. inexplicably perfect. something about the bone structure in his hands is just so alluring.

his tail is cold and constantly slimy. not unhygienic, just slimy. also very strong. he can lift and hold heavy things pretty well with it.

hates rats AND mice. both are committers of unforgivable crimes to him. but he's a bit of a scaredy cat. will yelp and hide behind the closest person (except Luke and most of the demon brothers) if a rat or mouse appears suddenly.

bleeds a shimmery paris green. gums and oral flesh are the same color. his teeth are a blinding white, though. hard to look at.

tongue is similar to his tail in appearance and shape, except segmented into three like Asmodeus’s tongue. it's also freezing cold.

yk how i said asmodeus has the sharpest fangs of the brothers? well this guy has the sharpest fangs period. literally. his tongue and oral flesh is a bit thick to prevent his teeth from constantly cutting the inside of his mouth.

Simeon:

hair is really coily. idc what his hair looks like canonically. it's coily to me. also naturally soft and perfect like he has effortlessly perfect coils.

lips are pretty thick, probably has the thickest lips of all characters. suuuuper kissable. two-toned.

he is naturally constantly the perfect amount of warm. cuddles and hugs and small touches from him are always perfect because he's always the right temperature.

has the toothiest, goofiest grins ever. he doesn't grin often though. usually he just smiles.

is surprisingly super petty and will not let shit slide. will not. don't try it bc he's not the one.

he KNOWS his outfit is a little revealing. he KNOWS when you're looking. and no, he won't stop you nor is he ashamed of it, but he will chide you if you go too far.

will always be bad with technology and will always beat Barbatos in board games. except chess.

began writing TSL as an outlet for his wrath. it was therapeutic and worked to dissolve his wrath, but he does continue to struggle with it.

is actually super clever and knowing. on par with Barbatos and Solomon in terms of sheer knowledge. it just isn't readily apparent about him.

isn't exactly fond of stormy weather because his outfits include elaborate capes and he hates it when they get caught up in the wind and no longer appear elegant

dresses like a fall christian girl when it's cold out. sweaters and skinny jeans galore.

has normal oral flesh and gums, the only difference is that unlike other angels, Simeon has unusually sharp and long canines.

normal tongue too, nothing to worry about.

Solomon:

he knows how to cook. he just loves how doing it incorrectly always manages to piss people off. he gets a good kick out of it.

has been alive for a very long time but still can't read analog clocks right, especially ones without numbers.

will occasionally disguise himself as a college student and attend classes to keep himself up to date with what is being taught. usually erases memories of students and teachers once he's done attending.

he knows he's immortal but he likes to live like he can die via regular things that could kill a human.

isn’t exactly an asshole, is just somehow an expert at pissing everyone off. he’s genuinely likeable, he’s just never gotten enough of how funny it is to piss people off.

is still human but hanging around demons and angels has changed him in odd ways. for example, he’ll have an oddly strong sense of virtue, but at the same time value corruption.

obviously is on the side of humans, no matter what happens. its why he’s so attached to MC despite MC being very close with the brothers. secretly, he wants MC to choose him, too.

normal human anatomy unfortunately.

pays for his immortality in purity. it is why Thirteen mentioned his flame still sparkles, but it’s different. his soul becomes less pure and more corrupted the longer he lives on. ultimately this has no effect on his health, but it simply states that there’s really only one option for his afterlife.

totally normal human anatomy. is surprisingly really healthy and doesn’t often get sick.

a/n: wellllll that's all for now yippee!!!!!!!!! i hope you all enjoyed my little hcs. ive had this in the drafts for, like... a very long time, but just never got around 2 posting it, so i hope you all enjoy this. please leave a like, comment, and a reblog if you liked this post! i love 2 know that you all enjoy my works! also, if u have hcs about the demon dateables that you'd like to share, PLEASE TELL ME!!! i love sharing and discussing hcs, especially anatomy ones! its so much fun!!!

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pinacolada-posts · 1 year ago

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Ayyyyy results are in!!

Next fic hot rod will have two(2) emotionally unstable parental figures!!

The consequences of an author/artist in a fandom with a large cast </3

#and one silent generation grandpa #*cough* kup #transformers #transfores hot rod #tfp ratchet #tfp drift #transformers deadlock #tfp

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peakofendlessjoy · 16 days ago

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Scum Villain’s Tactical Unit chap 1

Shen Yuan sat in front of his PS5, trembling with rage and a tight grip on his controller. John “Soap” MacTavish, Shen Yuan’s ultimate favourite Call Of Duty character, was killed. KILLED! Where was the plot armour in this stupid game? Do the devs get off pissing off their players? Shen Yuan paid a whopping $90 for this trash?! Of course, money was never a problem for a trust fund baby like himself, but still! He picked up a dumpling beside him with shaky hands, damn near almost crushing the oddly hard dough. Shen Yuan shook his head, thinking of how much time he spent waiting for a game full of disappointments. He went onto Discord, almost gleeful to spew his hate for this wretched game, he was sure his fellow COD lovers would agree with hate in their hearts. Shame, game devs, shame!! Shen Yuan began to type with fervor, pouring his heart into every word. He wanted his peers to rise with him, to agree—and maybe even call a hit on those damn devs. So, naturally, he was stunned when a few of his friends disagreed. “Be grateful,” they said. “They worked hard on this!” Oh, the bastards. Shen Yuan took an angry bite of his dumpling, completely missing the fact that it tasted off—faintly moldy, even.

“Worked hard on this?” Shen Yuan echoed, chewing like it was a personal vendetta. Worked hard on what—Ghost’s thirst-trap redesign for the weird COD fans to swoon over? He let out a disbelieving chuckle, dumpling still wedged in his cheek, while white-hot rage simmered under his skin. “A stupid pen writes stupid words.” He added, his body shook as he laughed a little more.

Then he coughed. Once. Twice. The rage had nowhere to go but up—straight into his throat. He choked. Hands flew to his neck, clawing uselessly as panic set in, the dumpling staging a mutiny halfway down. He drew in a breath—and stopped. A sharp jerk of his body, then a hand flew to his throat.

His eyes widened, and he felt the lack of air finally hitting him like a brick. His screen was bright against his eyes, chats still passed with no problem, nobody even seemed to notice how Shen Yuan went quiet. His nails scratched at his throat as his head dropped onto his keyboard, his panic blooming like a flare.

The room’s noise dulled under the sound of his desperate gasps—wet, shallow, and so utterly futile. “Dumbfuck Devs, dumbfuck game!” With his dying breath, Shen Yuan managed to spit his final curse.

Even Shen Yuan is embarrassed at the dev’s messy, dog-shit and unreasonably complex framework and plot. Have you seen anyone go on a mission without a god damn helmet, the one time Soap goes on a mission without proper gear and it's the one he dies in? Have you seen someone as ruthless as Captain Price tell a soldier to not shoot the bastard Vladimir Makarov early on? Have you seen a dev whose comprehension and reason are enough to confuse their players?

The reason for Soap’s existence is to kill, and not be killed. If you look to the end? Don't misunderstand, Shen Yuan is not against the devs, not really. This reason is also the most ball-aching for him: The foreshadowing is numerous, plot holes everywhere, mystery after mystery, layer upon layer of confusing fog. In the end – not even one can be solved! It's enough to cause a mouthful of blood! Shen Yuan feels angry enough to come back from the dead.

In the endless darkness, a mechanical noise sounded by his ear.【Activation Code:「Dumbfuck devs, dumbfuck game.」. Automatically triggering system.】

"Who is this?" Shen Yuan asked. Where the hell was he? Was he really dead? The voice sounded like Google Translate, God, this had to be hell. He looked around. It felt like he was floating in an imaginary space, hand outstretched but touching nothing. Then, from nowhere, a voice spoke:

【Welcome to the system. During the launch of the 「you can you up, no can no bb」 System, currently in development, we aim to provide the best experience. We sincerely hope you achieve your stated goal: transforming a piece of stupid writing into a high-end, expansive, and classic work. We wish you happiness.】

Inside the clouds, there is the sound of a man's voice by his ear asking lightly: "...Shidi? Shidi, can you hear me?" Shen Yuan suddenly came to, alert, and opened his eyelids with effort. He shuddered and settled his mind, in front of his eyes are thousands of flowers and leaves tumbling, rushing and dipping away in the air before everything became clear. He is lying on a bed.

He looked up: a white, gauzy canopy hung overhead, with finely crafted perfume pouches dangling from from the four corners. Looking down: he wore a white robe of an ancient style. Next to the pillow lay a paper fan. Looking to his left: a handsome, elegant, young man dressed in xuanduan formal robes. Shen Yuan closed his eyes, then sharply reached for that folding fan and opened it with a snap.

He lightly waved it, fanning away the cold sweat pouring down his face. The man’s eyes brightened with joy when he saw Shen Yuan was at least somewhat responsive. He gave him a soft smile, tilting his head like a confused puppy would as he spoke: “Shidi finally woke up,” He said warmly. “Do you have any discomfort?”

“Nothing too bad,” Shen Yuan said with some reservation. The information being thrown at him was almost too much, he felt like his head was spinning. He tried to sit up in a dazed attempt to collect himself, and as he did, the man quickly reached out to support his back, letting him lean against the headboard.

Hell, Shen Yuan wasn’t a fucking idiot, he knew he has definitely transmigrated. His body felt different, the air was almost like a breath of fresh air than the polluted air he was used to, and he felt so much stronger. Shen Yuan resolved to himself long ago, that if he one day woke up to find himself lying in a strange place the first words out of his mouth before he understood what was happening definitely wouldn’t be a carefree giggle paired with a cheeky, “Are you filming a movie? The props look so real—your crew’s really giving it their all!” Aka, the words of a painfully slow-witted idiot trying to find their footing.

Being the smarter-than-most kind of guy he was, he’d reply in an absentminded way, as if waking up from a deep sleep, still muddled from his dreams. “I… Where is this?” Shen Yuan asked, putting a hand on his forehead. Someone ought to get him an acting reward,

The man startled, giving Shen Yuan a worried look before speaking, much softer than before. “Did you sleep yourself into a trance? This is your Qing Jing Peak.” He explained, his head tilted to the other side, he was acting like Shen Yuan had hit his head hard enough to the point where his body hosted a new soul. Oh, right, knowing the transmigration genre, that’s probably what happened.

Qing Jing Peak? God damnit, he knew exactly where he was. Proud Immortal Demon Way. Possibly the world’s worst literature, a webnovel he had to literally distance himself from. He had given up on reading the damn thing when Luo Binghe had bedded wife #283 in chapter 2900. It was so terrible, he had picked up playing COD in response. So why on God’s green Earth was he here?! From his knowledge, most transmigration stories start with the main character dying while reading it, but Shen Yuan hasn’t opened the stupid novel for weeks. Before Shen Yuan could respond, the System chimed in on the most inner parts of his mind, and he promptly shut his mouth. His eyes subtly shifted to where the hologram began to form, and looked at it with a sharp gaze.

【Ding! System Notification: Due to an internal processing error, Host has been assigned to the incorrect narrative universe.】

A pause. Shen Yuan’s stomach dropped.

【Explanation: Host was erroneously transmigrated into "Proud Immortal Demon Way" despite not meeting standard eligibility criteria. This has been logged as Error Code 6969-FML.】

Was that—was that real? Was this hell? There was no possible way The System was so stupid to make a mistake like this, it’s AI for Heaven’s sake! Lord, why don’t you just strike me down for good, I'm tired of living.

【Host has not engaged with the source material in over 32 days, 7 hours, 54 minutes, and 16 seconds. Transmigration was not authorized. Our apologies for the inconvenience.】

The hologram flickered, displaying a tangled mess of data: a wildly oscillating morality chart, several blinking INCOMPETENCE DETECTED warnings, and—ominously—a crude stick figure of Shen Yuan being dragged into a grave labeled “CONSEQUENCES.” A digital tombstone popped up beside it, reading: “Should’ve read the Terms & Conditions.”

【Resolution in progress. Please remain calm. Host will now be forcibly reassigned to a thematically appropriate alternate universe. Body data will be retained. Memory error buffers intact. Weapon proficiency pending. Uploading now...】

【Ding! New assignment located: “Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III.” Compatibility: 87.2%. Narrative Coherence: Questionable. Difficulty: God Help You.】

Shen Yuan didn’t even have time to blink before the world pixelated at the edges.

【Transmigration in process. Please enjoy your stay. No refunds.】

So, again, Shen Yuan was sent into a space of endless nothingness. It was like floating in a screensaver from hell.

The space around him wasn't black, not really, it shimmered with the kind of deep void color you'd get if someone tried to code "existential dread" into RGB values. Wisps of half-formed data curled around his limbs like smoke made of corrupted binary, fracturing into pixels every few seconds before reforming into strings of characters he couldn’t read.

Above him, stars blinked in and out of existence like someone was toggling them from a settings menu. Below him, there was nothing, just a white cursor blinking at the edge of a vast transparent grid, waiting for a command that never came.

And everywhere, there was that sound: a low mechanical whir, like a fan dying inside a dusty server, accompanied by the occasional cheery【Ding!】, far too upbeat for a place that felt like the System's version of purgatory.

It wasn’t heaven. It wasn’t hell. It was worse: a loading screen.

“System,” he snapped, already feeling the familiar onset of transmigration-induced migraines, “why the hell am I bouncing between universes like some budget isekai tennis ball? This has to violate at least five cosmic labor laws. I want a refund, a receipt, and a very good lawyer.”

【 Refund denied. Please enjoy your complimentary trauma. 】

Shen Yuan groaned, putting his head into his pixelated hands. He paused momentarily, and groaned once again when he realized he was still dressed in xianxia styled clothing. It was different from the robes he was wearing before, yet it was obviously more fancy by a long shot. He looked like he had just been shot out of a comicon for God’s sake! Why was he here, if not just to suffer? He’d curse out The System, but he’s afraid he’d get thrown into another universe. Speaking of which, he began to feel a sharp pull behind him, and he was basically slammed onto the dirt and mud of wherever he was this time.

Shen Yuan grit his teeth. His head throbbed like he’d just been swirled in a washing machine on the “spite” setting. He began to wonder where, exactly, he was now—because it sure as hell wasn’t Qing Jing Peak anymore.

The smell hit him first. Gunpowder. Smoke. Sweat. Mud. The stench of military-grade regret.

He cracked open one eye. Gray skies, bombed-out buildings, and someone screaming in a British accent not too far away. A bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall with a sharp ping! and Shen Yuan immediately flattened himself like a pancake. His sleeves—still very much those of a cultivator in full ceremonial robes—soaked up mud like expensive tissue paper.

“I swear,” he muttered, his just barely above a whisper, like he was afraid someone would hear him, “if this is Battlefield, I’m suing.”

Then the System, unbothered by his very real existential crisis, chimed in like a mall intercom: 【Ding! Welcome, Host, to "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III." Objectives: 1) Stay alive. 2) Blend in. 3) Avoid direct consequences of your actions. Bonus Objective: Stop crying.】

Shen Yuan screamed into the dirt. Just a little. He hated his System, he swore not all Systems were like his, right? He wished now he had taken that coding class his mother begged him to take, in which where he promptly faked sickness every time she asked, because maybe then he'd be able to reboot the stupid thing! Die, System, die!

He was not mentally equipped for war. He was wearing silk , not Kevlar. His best weapon was sarcasm. And the moment he even tried to sit up, his sleeve got snagged on a jagged bit of rebar like fate itself wanted him to stay pathetic. Somewhere nearby, someone shouted, “Sniper! Top left!”

Instinctively, Shen Yuan rolled, yelped, and face-planted into a ditch. Water splashed. Something squelched under him. He didn’t look. He was not ready to see what—or who—it was, not enough therapy could calm the panic he’d feel.

A shadow passed overhead. Boots stomped against the floor like they were made to be loud, and, unfortunately, they were followed by a voice—low, clipped, and with a hint of irritation, like it had been through too many briefings and not enough therapy.

“…What the bloody hell are you supposed to be?”

Shen Yuan looked up. Slowly. Mud-streaked face. Leaves in his hair. His robe was half-slid off one shoulder like he was about to give a tragic monologue from a bad historical drama. He blinked up at the man in tactical gear, who looked like every Tumblr user’s military husband dream. The skull mask confirmed it. He met the one person he would be most horrified to meet, he felt like the floor should just swallow him whole.

Ghost tilted his head, one hand still on his rifle. “You hit your head or are you just lost?” His accent was thick, Shen Yuan had to really take a second to process what the man had just said, and he looked back down at his clothes. God damnit, System, you useless fuck! You didn’t bother to change Shen Yuan, possibly put him into a different body?

“I’m…” Shen Yuan trailed off, looking around for a moment, and he shivered from how damn cold it was. It was wet, and damp, and he absolutely hated it. “I’m definitely lost,” Shen Yuan admitted, trying to gather his sleeves and his dignity at the same time.

Ghost stared. Then he reached down, grabbed Shen Yuan by the back of his collar like a wet cat, and hoisted him upright.

【Ding! Social interaction successful. Relationship progress: 1%.】【Note: Try not to embarrass yourself further.】

‘Too late, you useless System, go die!’ Shen Yuan thought, legs wobbling as he was practically dragged out of the ditch. Ghost didn’t ask questions. Not out loud.

But Shen Yuan could feel it, the weight of that stare behind the skull mask, dissecting him with the precision of someone trained to notice the twitch of a finger before it pulls a trigger. This man wasn’t the type to bark threats or point guns. No, Ghost looked like the type who waited for you to dig your own grave, then judged the efficiency of your shoveling technique.

So, Shen Yuan did what he did best: he adapted.

He stayed quiet, posture steady, expression unreadable. He didn’t ask where he was. He didn’t fake ignorance. That only made people like Ghost more suspicious. Instead, he focused on taking in the environment: ruined buildings, scorched concrete, the tang of gunpowder in the air.

Ghost stood just ahead, still half-turned toward him. Watching. Judging. A test. He didn’t offer a weapon, that was deliberate. Fine.

Shen Yuan made no move to ask for one. Instead, he shifted his robe slightly, tying it back at the waist with a scorched nylon strap he’d scavenged off the ground. Loose fabric tucked in. Footing adjusted. He moved like someone who understood stealth, posture, and presence. Even if his clothes screamed “lost time traveler”, and he never even thought of applying for the military.

Ghost's eyes tracked it all. “You military?” he asked finally, undoubtedly curious, but it seemed like the ‘tough guy’ didn’t want to show any sort of emotion. That’s okay, Shen Yuan knew why, regrettably enough.

Shen Yuan didn’t look at him. “In a past life.” Obviously not, the only type of military related thing he found himself doing was playing shooting games, which was clearly not even close. Still, it was hilarious for himself, and he had to keep a straight head on for this kind of universe.

Ghost’s fingers tapped twice against the barrel of his rifle. Calculating. “That robe isn’t regulation.” His voice sounded like whiskey aged in old oak—deep, husky, and a little burnt around the edges. It slid into the air with a lazy drawl, heavy with the weight of too many late nights and unspoken regrets. There was a kind of rawness to it, like something you'd sip slowly, knowing it’d hit hard if you weren’t careful.

Shen Yuan tilted his head up and he noticed Ghost wasn’t as tall as he thought. The man was like 6’2, right? He should definitely be much taller than Shen Yuan. “Neither is the mask, but I assume there’s a reason.”

That earned a pause. Longer than expected. Not quite a reaction, not quite approval. Just more observation. Like Ghost was filing away every word for later dissection. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to reply like that… System, reverse time, please!

Then: the comms crackled to life in Ghost’s ear.

“Ghost, how do you copy?”

Soap’s voice, clear and alive. Shen Yuan let out a slow breath, tension easing just enough to remember the System wasn’t completely useless. He was on time. Good. All he had to do now was survive, keep his mouth shut, and figure out how to keep the man from dying at whatever point the plot decided to murder him.

Ghost didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he turned his head just enough to glance at Shen Yuan again—less suspicion now, more… assessment. Testing. Calculating. Shen Yuan didn’t move, he kept his expression neutral, his hands still and visible.

The best way to gain trust from a dangerous man was not through words, it was through predictability. Controlled, silent competence. No sudden moves. Like dealing with a wild animal that spoke in classified intel and carried live grenades. Then Soap appeared, jogging up behind a ruined concrete wall, rifle half-raised.

He caught sight of Shen Yuan mid-step and came to a near-comic halt, the confusion hitting his face like a brick. His eyes swept the entire length of Shen Yuan’s outfit—from the mud-streaked robe down to the ruined traditional Chinese boots—then back up to his loosely tied hair and calmly folded hands.

“…Mate,” Soap said finally, raising an eyebrow, “you bring back a wizard?”

Ghost didn’t answer, to anyone who knew him well enough, he looked just a tad bit confused. It was actually a little funny, but Shen Yuan didn’t dare laugh, he merely looked at Soap with an aloof air. He really looked like some ancient Shizun, he’s just glad he wasn’t in the body of that scum villain, that’d be bad.

Shen Yuan offered a polite nod. “I’m more of a consultant, really.” He lied through his teeth, his face was oddly good at keeping it devoid of any emotion, he was usually so expressive that anyone could tell he was lying just by the twitch of his lips or—oh God, he’s in the body of Shen QingQiu, isn’t he? Waking up on Qing Jing Peak, the expensive looking robes, who else could he be?

Soap stared. “Consultant. Right.” His eyes narrowed for a moment, trying to see if Shen Yuan was lying, but it seemed as if his face was made out of stone. Shen Yuan’s outfit wasn’t really what any of them would wear, not just the fact that it was culturally different, but the fact that it was so impractical was the kicker.

“Special circumstances,” Shen Yuan added evenly. “Field infiltration, high-value anomaly containment. Not officially in the books.” When did he get so good at lying? Damn you, Shen QingQiu, and also thanks! If these guys found out if he was lying, he was almost afraid of what they’d do to him, so he lit a candle of thanks in his heart for Shen Jiu, if not begrudgingly.

Ghost shifted his weight subtly, still watching, still silent. Soap’s confusion deepened, but he wasn’t reaching for his gun yet. “You’re dressed like a cult leader from a martial arts movie.” He tilted his head a little, but it was clearly meant to be menacing more than confusion like the handsome man he had seen in the last universe.

“That’s actually pretty close,” Shen Yuan said, voice pleasant. “It’s tactical. Flame-resistant, low noise, high mobility. The sleeves are impractical, yes, but they’re a cultural asset.” He was obviously making all of this shit up, but he wasn’t necessarily lying about his robes. If they were really Shen Jiu’s, the man would have every powerful talisman sewn into the very fabric for protection

“Sure they are,” Soap muttered, glancing between him and Ghost. “You serious with this?” he asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief that his teammate hadn’t already tackled the man and shoved a boot on his neck.

Ghost didn’t answer. Not verbally. But the way his head tilted slightly, like he was watching an animal in a cage trying to pick the lock, said enough.

Shen Yuan could feel the tension in the silence that followed. He stood perfectly still, shoulders relaxed but not slouched, gaze steady, not challenging, but not meek either. He didn’t offer anything more. If Ghost wanted to treat this like a test, he was content to let him fill in the blanks.

Soap let out a slow breath, slinging his rifle across his chest. “You know what? Fine. Whatever. I’m not the one who’s gonna explain this to Price.” He didn’t bother, he had a feeling this guy was worth the trouble, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just a little curious. Come on, the guy looked like he belonged in some kind of Chinese drama, this can’t possibly just be a cultural thing.

“Would love to be a fly on that wall,” Shen Yuan offered, voice smooth. His eyebrows furrowed a little, like this body was instinctively acting. Shen Yuan couldn’t wait until he got his hands on a mirror, but he was a little afraid he’d see that scum villain. Was he really in the body of a child abuser/molester? He wanted to shiver but this body wouldn’t let him.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’ll launch you through it.” Soap replied, but he caught onto the fact that Shen Yuan hasn’t even asked for their names, or given his own, yet he seemed to know exactly who Price was. It was suspicious, but Soap didn’t dwell on it long.

Ghost finally spoke again, his voice like a dead man's growl, dragged up from somewhere deep and unwilling. “He stays under watch.” He said firmly, keeping his sharp eyes on an impassive Shen Yuan, who looked like he couldn’t care less about it.

Shen Yuan gave the faintest of nods. “I wouldn't expect otherwise.” He looked a little scary, his black eyes unbelievably sharp, they held a look of hatred that one wouldn’t associate with Shen Yuan from how politely he was speaking, it was almost obvious he was lying.

“Don’t wander. Don’t touch anything. Don’t talk unless someone talks to you.” Ghost all but commands, he was clearly not joking around, and Shen Yuan wasn’t the type to fuck around and find out. Most of the time, anyway.

“Can I blink?” Shen Yuan asked mildly, he wasn’t joking, he was serious about the fact that sarcasm is his only weapon, and he wasn’t afraid to use it! Fight me—please, don’t fight me—Ghost! Shen Yuan could totally K.O the other man in his new body (no, he absolutely couldn’t).

Ghost’s stare didn’t budge. “Not if it’s suspicious.” He didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, and he clearly didn’t find it funny in the slightest. The damn bastard, Shen Yuan ought to show him his best friend’s death just to get the man to show a little emotion! No, wait, that’s a little evil. Damn this retched body!

Soap huffed out a laugh. “Jesus, mate. Let the guy breathe.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side, still eyeing Shen Yuan’s clothes with a hint of incredibility, was this dude serious? Flame-resistant? What a joke, they look like a spark could set the entire thing on fire. Right?... Right.

“I am breathing,” Shen Yuan replied helpfully, a small smirk pulled at his lips as he leaned forward just a little to Soap, like he’s sharing some sacred secret. God, he really was acting like someone from a really bad historical drama, “just not loudly. You all look like the type to shoot first and file paperwork later.”

Ghost’s hand tightened on his rifle ever so slightly at the sight of the other man leaning forward and giving an oddly evil smile, it set off his flight or fight response. Shen Yuan took the hint and shut up, slowly leaning back with a sheepish look in his eyes.

【Note: Good call. You have reached the optimal amount of sarcasm allowed before probable death.】

Soap gave him one last incredulous glance, then turned to scout the perimeter. No matter if this guy was some kind of civilian with a drug problem, or an enemy sent to confuse them and spy on them (Which, to his surprise, Ghost hasn’t given him the kind of glare that he knew. Yet), they still had a mission.

Shen Yuan followed a few paces behind them, staying within formation without being told. No sudden movements. Nothing flashy. He didn’t need to win them over. He just needed to stay alive long enough to figure out how to keep Soap from dying like he was originally supposed to while staying alive himself.

Easy enough. Right?... Right.

Soap spoke up eventually, too curious to wait for a safe space to question Shen Yuan’s trustworthiness and made a low noise in his throat, half a scoff. “You MI6, CIA, or just wandered in from a cursed scroll?” He couldn’t help but ask, his Scottish accent thicker than Ghost’s British one.

Shen Yuan allowed himself a faint smile, he still had to figure out a plausible backstory, one that would gain the trust of at least Price, he’s the only one Shen Yuan really had to get under his thumb. “Need-to-know basis, you’re not cleared. Does it matter, as long as I’m on your side?”

Ghost’s voice finally broke the silence, low and precise. “That remains to be seen.” He walked past Shen Yuan, his steps slow and deliberate, if Shen Yuan was any shorter he would most definitely be shitting his pants like a baby from fear. The man was fucking terrifying, how would Shen Yuan manage to live through this?!

【Ding! Bluff check: holding. Soap: 64% convinced. Ghost: 41% suspicion. Recommendation: Stay useful or disappear.】

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welltumlbrforgotme · 17 days ago

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thinking about how even if his cog wasn’t taken away, d-16 still would be a miner and megatron definitely thought about of a life he was supposed to have out side of the mines he was bound to as if it ever existed

#tfone #tf one #tf one d 16 #megatron #transfor stuff #transformers one #this movie hunts me omggg

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ryder-gold-03 · 3 days ago

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“The Golden Squat Code” - Ryder’s Power Display

Mode: golden training mode

Golden Gym, 0600 hours. The air shimmered golden with condensation and discipline.

Golden Bro Ryder dropped low into his first squat, the golden barbell glinting across his thick shoulders. Muscle fibers pulsed under tight Lycra, The number 3 on his shorts flexed as thighs trembled with precision.

In the golden-lit hive of the Golden Gym, strength was forged not in solitude—but in unity. Golden Bro Ryder stood centerstage beneath the gaze of a flexing mascot statue, the iron bar across his traps humming with the challenge. Clad in glistening gold, the word RYDER stamped proudly across his chest, his form dropped into the perfect squat—every muscle tensed, glutes exploding with power beneath skin-tight golden compression.

The gym pulsed with heat and hive rhythm. Golden light shimmered across the polished floor, reflecting off every curve of the Bros’ shining kits. Ryder’s golden uniform clinging like second skin, he turned and showed different views for his golden bros.

He descended into the squat slowly—controlled, hypnotic. The thick arcs of his glutes flexed, defined, bulging outward with each rep. His squad watched, mesmerized, standing at attention behind him in matching gear. Kin grinned wide. One Bro reached out instinctively, fingers hovering over the sculpted mass, a gesture of awe, reverence, unity.

“Let’s get golden,” Ryder muttered, voice low, breath focused.

Behind him stood his bros—Kin, Dax, and Omari. Uniforms shining. Spirits synchronized.

“Hold it,” Kin whispered, placing his palm firmly on Ryder’s muscle. Dax locked eyes with the veins bulging across Ryder’s arms. Omari’s laugh boomed like a chant, echoing off steel and cement.

This was ritual.

Not just muscle.

It was loyalty carved in sweat. Camaraderie forged in gold. The bros cheered softly, synchronized like a ritual. Their eyes locked on the deep groove of muscle, the power he displayed not for ego, but for the hive. Every rep, a message: perfection was not optional—it was the standard.

He rose, stood tall, golden sweat beading over his neck. He turned slightly, revealing the curve of his back and glutes, each striation lit by the overhead glow. His golden eyes locked with theirs. No words. Just fire. Just Brotherhood.

One Bro laughed—“Yo, Ryder’s glutes got their own orbit.”

Another replied—“Golden moons, bro.”

As Ryder rose, golden eyes locked forward, his voice echoed low.

“Three more. For the Army.”

They chanted in unison.

“Golden. Always.”

They surrounded him, hands on shoulders, on back, on arms. Ryder didn’t smile. He just stood there, still, proud. A statue of effort. A monument to hive grind.

He’d trained them all, inspired them all. In the Golden Gym, nothing was hidden. Every lift, every flex, every glute squeeze was a vow to the Army.

Each rep Ryder dropped into wasn’t just for gains. It was code. It was language. It was the synchronized heartbeat of the Golden Army. His golden eyes burned with unwavering trance focus—fueled by loyalty, forged through drills, lit by camaraderie. Their cheers were silent yet thunderous—communicated through smirks, nods, and clasped hands on Ryder’s rippling back.

The deeper he dropped, the brighter he radiated—until his body shimmered like molten metal, reflecting the hive’s unity. As his golden glutes expanded under pressure, his squad cracked into beaming grins, proud of their comrade. This wasn’t just about mass or mastery—it was about making each rep resonate with the golden pulse of the Army.

Syncing. Bonding. Touching strength. Feeding the Golden Core.

The Hive stirred. Another morning. Another brother. Together, they trained. Together, they transformed. Every squat a mantra.

Join the team, message @goldenherc9 @brodygold @polo-drone-001 and @trevorgold52 for the golden brotherhood

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muzansfangs · 2 years ago

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Muzan with werewolf! reader while they're in that form sounds interesting-

Howling at the moon.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (werewolf reader)

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, horror vibes, blood and graphic depictions of violence, body horror, gore, parents rejection, solitude, eating humans, werewolf!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, possessive Muzan, dom!muzan, sub!reader, oral sex (Muzan!receiving), monster!fucking, reader has a tail, pointy canines, claws and wolf ears during the act, creampie, bitemarks;

Plot: since you two had met, a spiral of violence and lust had enveloped you. You were two monsters, you were both ‘cursed’ somehow. In a world where you were considered villains, you indulged into his bed every time there was a full moon to lead you to him. He saw beauty in you, you found a life-companion in him and it was enough to prove that monsters had hearts too.

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A full moon was shining brightly up above you, dimly illuminating your path. Not that you needed something to enlighten the road anyway, or a torch that could have granted you the chance to detect any dangers laying in the dark and waiting for you. The night around your village only meant one thing: blood running down the streets, demons lurking in the shadows to feed on poor, innocent men and women. Sometimes, on children too. Screams, agony and fear always flinged in the air when the night veiled the world with its dark cape. Every morning, when a dismembered body was found by the river, people screamed around terrorized.

You did not, though.

Passing by the crime scene, you merely glanced at the victim of the hour, sniffing the air subtly as to intercept either your scent, or a demon’s one on the rotten flesh. You always had no memory of what you did, when the beast inside you awakened.

You did not even know when it started, or how it happened. All you knew was that you were a toddler, the first time you acknowledged something was clearly wrong with you. The moon seemed to allure you during the nights, a primordial rage devouring you from the inside when the satellite sparkled up in the dark nightsky. You were a teenager stumbling back home, the dawn tinted the clouds in orange and red stripes, when you realized you were partially an animal. Blood dripped from your hands, your mind fuzzy, your ears furry and pointy and you clawed at the wooden door of your house.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

As the years passed by, you finally realized what you were. It ran in your family, apparently. The same family that had abandoned you in horror the first time you had confessed them you had not been able to stop yourself from murdering a man. You felt bad, when they left. Spending days self-deprecating because you had inherited a gene nor your mother, neither your father had, was your first and natural reaction.

From that day on, you howled at the sky, whispering your pain to the stars, while climbing on a cliff during the full moon nights. No one understood you and you started to come to terms with the fact that, even though you had accepted yourself, rejection was always going to haunt you. Who would ever love a monster, after all? If your own flesh and blood had pushed you away, how could you be loved by anyone else?

But life can change and the tables turn. It was a midsummer night, you were running through the woods wild and free, when you bumped into him. He was standing in the darkness, his plum red eyes boring into yours for a split second, as you instantly growled at him. He was not a human and surely not a member of your species. His pale visage almost made you question if he was even alive in the first place, but it was when he spoke that you spotted a pair of pearly fangs protruding from his gums. A demon, he was a demon.

“So they were right. There is indeed a werewolf roaming this forest…” the dark-haired dapper man said, staring you down in curiosity, as you retreated in the shadows to transform back in a more humanoid form. You were glad you had left a kimono in a nearby bush, just in case you had to turn back into a human while you were out into the wild.

However, you did not expect to come face to face with a demon that could do something more than roaring and hissing. He had to be a member of the Kizuki. The most important question now was if he was a threat to you.

“I’m glad to hear you know what I am. I assume you therefore are aware that werewolves are territorial. You have crossed the line and I am not particularly friendly, pal. I suggest you to leave” you replied, glancing at him as you made sure to have covered your naked body properly.

The demon did not seem fazed by your harsh words and bitter tone of voice. Maybe, he had been around for so long he had grown used to people throwing insults at him. Not that you cared, naturally.

“You are less scary than a nichirin blade is to a lower rank. — he flatly said, narrowing his eyes at you the moment your frame finally emerged from the darkness, the moon setting off your features with every step you took — I’m merely interested in studying your species. What’s your name, wolf-girl?” he asked you, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

He was bold, handsome, straightforward but, mostly, not scared of you. It was weird meeting someone’s gaze and finding out they were not disgusted by your very being, by your inner savage nature. Your presence did not offend him.

“My name’s Y/N. Who are you? I’m pretty sure you’re a member of the Twelve Kizuki” you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, eyes travelling down his body as you studied his attire. He was a wealthy man, undoubtedly. Western clothes were expensive and the fabric embracing his fit body were surely the finest you had ever seen in your whole life.

The Demon King sighed, his lips curving into a grin as your eyes flashed yellow the moment he revealed his identity. If he could accept you, maybe, you had found your place in the world too. Your existence was not vain, you were not an abomination. That is why, two words, his name, changed your whole life.

“Muzan Kibutsuji”.

Now, as your bare feet touch the soft grass underneath you, the comforting sound of the dead leaves crunching with each step you took, you see yourself in a new light. He had made you realize that each being had the right to walk this Earth. Perhaps, not everyone would have accepted you, but you existed. You existed and he liked you.

Your first encounters were nothing more than you showing your abilities, your hunting style and the control you had over yourself. Muzan seemed genuinely interested in you, a different kind of monster. Your beauty, further more, enticed him. Sometimes, you tried to hide your fangs and ears, when you were merely talking, but he kindly chided you pointing out how you should have never hidden your true nature before him. He had allowed you to enter his Fortress, even though it was just to study your blood and system, at first.

But your relationship gradually changed. It was the way his predatory eyes soaked in your features, or the small gifts he gave you without a particular reasons, or perhaps your attraction was purely based on his gentle mannerism. You were not used to be accepted, let alone being the object of such courtesies and benevolence.

All you knew was that one minute you were watching hik scribble something down his notebook, admiring his elegant calligraphy, and the next you were struggling to breath, knelt between his legs, your lips around his shaft as you assiduously tried to please him.

It soon became an habit, a strange addiction.

The best part of it was that you could entirely be yourself with him. He loved your soft and grey ears poking from your hair. He admired them as you rode him, half-lidded eyes gazing at them as he absent-mindedly swept a thumb against your lips. You were perfect for him. He did not mind the way you ended up growling ferally, as he left bitemarks down your collarbone. He liked to watch you thrive to take the lead, almost eager to please him.

But now it was different.

As you finally found yourself in front of him, in his bedroom, safe from prying eyes, he shot you a demanding look that left nothing to imagination. His command was simple, his red eyes darting from you to the bed as his lips moved to strip you of the last shreds of morals left in you.

“On all fours” he sternly said, making shivers run down your spine.

It was weird to follow a new leader, when you had been your own master of the sea for years. You were your own alpha, you had never bent your knees to anyone before. Yet, you sensed he was different. He could easily make your knees buckle, break your spirit and crawl on the floor like a worm.

Your hands hastily undid your obi, your silky red kimono, another expensive gift from him, pooled at your feet as you stepped out of it and you presented your body to the Demon Lord.

Muzan seemed pleased by the sight of your naked formed, gloriously inviting him to take action, to mark as he loved to do. As you watched him fumble with the buttons of his white shirt, you let yourself go. Climbing on the bed, back arching as you settled your cheek against the puffy pillow of his bed, your wolfish characteristics kicked in. Your ears poked out, eyes glistening in a yellowish pigmentation typical of those animals and your tail wiggled in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“You know, that’s when I like you the most, when your free and comfortable with yourself. — Muzan praised you, the sound of his belt clinking as he unbuckled it, making you sink your canines onto your bottom lip — Howl for me. Let everybody know who is your new moon, the center of your gravity” he crooned then, as his fingers glided down your wet folds.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close as his fingere delved into you, deftly stretching you out for what was yet to come. Your legs quivered, soft noises left your lips as he thrusted his forefinger and middle digit into you at a steady pace. Breaking you was an art. He could have listened to your whimpers and moans for hours, never getting tired of the power he had over you. He would have never admitted it, never, but you were most likely the only thing that made him enjoy the nights.

The dreadful nights he hated for not being able to enjoy the sun.

“I bet you’re beutiful even in the sunlight. I’d give anything to see you run in a field of spiderlilies, while the your hair and skin are bathed by the warm light…” he ranted, taking you off guard as he witherdrew his fingers suddenly, before you could reach your climax.

You whined in contempt for the action, but his words were now stuck in your head, leaving you in a daze.

“I can love you under the moonlight. I can’t love in the sunlight, I can’t be myself when the sun shines. You are not there with me” you panted out, earning a bite onto the crook of your neck.

You mewled, blood running down your shouldersblades and breasts, staining the bedsheets underneath you as Muzan gripped your hips and slowly eased into you. He grunted, his tongue lapping at your wound as he bottomed out into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth hanging open, while your inner walls squeezed him deliciously.

“Muzan—” you whimpered, his hips starting to move back and forth as he conquered you again, for the umpteenth time.

“Shut up. Shut up and let me possess you” he hoarsely whispered in your ear, his bloodied lips kissing the shell of your ear.

Moans, groans and the sinful sound of skin smacking against skin guided you to madness. Lust and hunger engulfed you two, when he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he finally came to a stop, Muzan pushed your head down by the back of your neck. His last thrust coming along a feral groan, his semen pouring into you, as he stilled and left one last kiss on your nape.

He pulled out slowly, after a few seconds, your eyes shut as you felt his essence ooze out of you. Your stomach was laying flatly onto the mattress, your eyes droopy as he ran one hand down your smooth back.

“Stay. Just for tonight, or for the rest of your life” he breathed out then and you could swear that something in your heart cracked for you were not alone anymore.

Not with him. Not with Muzan.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! This was an old request I never found a lot of inspiration to write for, but it’s october and the spooky season is officially here… Along with the kinky nature of the month. Therefore, I am glad to have fulfilled this small request, a little experimental too for me. I hope you guys can enjoy it and, since it’s a Muzan centered one, I think it is a good way to show why my username contains his name 😋❤️. Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @doumadono @mrskokushibo @yazzzmints I DID IT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, LMFAO

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