#ak fang

[yokohangry]

12F and Fang.

12F needs extra large hood for his head. 😅

[aphelion-i-c]

silly request doodle from discord

[mui-ka]

Arknights: Absolved Will Be the Seekers

[mcwexlie]

fartknights doodles

[jetfang-asknack]

Sorry for being out of it mooks, been sick with a nasty fever and odd pains but I should be better by 'Morrow!!

Mean time drop by and bombard me will ya'? I only got two ask! Unless you want some life stories or... something-

'M sorry agin, just been sicky is all mooks...

[dark-bear-productions]

Don't just read, do whatever -- This Week in Hunting Darkness

As I take a breath after a marathon writing session to finally draft the last Hunting Darkness story I'll be releasing this year -- provisionally called "Yerechefolm" (feel free to ask) --, I contemplate the influences on the story.

I felt some nods to A.K. Blakemore's The Glutton in the passages about hunger and the slaking of it.

I clearly saw Bloodborne in the attempt to contact Eldritch entities for personal ascension.

I smelled a hint of The 100 in how two exiles found each other.

I recalled some of my own experience in how their dinghy bobbed down a river.

I once saw George R.R. Martin say you should not just read, but read broadly, so as to avoid being trapped by the tropes of your genre without realising it.

I would like to add to this that you should consume anything that piques your interest.

If you love writing but struggle with reading long books, consider watching an interesting series instead. If you don't like watching series, play a video game. If you're sick of sitting inside, go have an adventure, or even a (st)roll around the block.

Yes, reading can undoubtedly inform and strengthen your writing. But so can the consumption of any other medium, because although writing is a craft, more importantly it is an art, and art takes inspiration anywhere and everywhere.

Don't sell yourself short. Consume stories the way you want, make them the way you want.

[dangoulains-devotion]

tempted to do some very self indulgent doodles to derust when I'm home from my trip,, art block my beloathed

[ambrwolf]

Ok yeah that post about letting kids identify themselves as whatever is a good point but,, uhhhh,, something about 'they're just being silly and playing! They'll grow out of it' doesn't sit right with me :/ not to out myself as a freak on main but. Some of us very much did not grow out of it.

[asuiru]

easy game

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Five Famous Book Monsters Drawn: EXACTLY AS DESCRIBED BY AUTHORS!

Many movie adaptations of famous novels change the character and creature designs, some very drastically. Here are five famous monsters or villains that I've rendered with great care toward their original descriptions in their first books. Some aren't what you might expect from the movie versions! Enjoy!

#1- The Exorcist

The Exorcist by Ira Levin features a demon named Pazuzu. In the book, we see a few glimpses of a wicked face and a horribly injured Linda Blair, but in the original novel, Pazuzu is described as a skeletal ghost with a snakelike spinal column that ends in a devil tail. His hands float separately, and his many horns are topped by a hat with a pigeon feather, much like the biblical description of the demon.

#2- Jaws

Jaws by Peter Benchley was much more of a sci-fi novel than the movie based on it. In the original story, the shark had a human-like mind and arms and legs. It was well armed and killed not with its teeth, but its two AK-47s. It is only defeated when the sheriff ties its loose shoelaces together.

#3- The Lord of the Rings

Sauron is described by J.J.R. Tolkien not as the fiery eyeball or armored mammoth seen in Peter Jackson's movies, but rather as a beautiful long haired man in a white robe with chubby cheeks and enormous, pendulous bosoms. Over 30 pages are spent describing the Mounds of Doom, or in Elvish "Orodroobies" and in Sindarin, "Amon Amammaries."

#4- Frankenstein

Mary Shelly's masterpiece is considered the dawn of sci-fi and horror alike, but it's iconic monster looked nothing like Boris Karloff in the text. Rather it was a tentacled half-octopus, half-man, half-dragon that caused madness in anyone who saw it emerge from its home, the lost island of R'lyeh. Note that the name "Frankenstein" is not that of the monster itself, but is the closest a human can come to pronouncing its true name, as recorded by Igor Alhazrad.

#5- The Lorax

It's hard to guess what Roald Dahl pictured just from the descriptions in his novel, but the title monster from his 15-Volume Norwegian language epic "The Lorax" is nothing like you may have seen in the popular CGI erotic film. In the novel, it has orange hair and big eyebrows but is more like a spectral demon with crystal eyes and jagged fangs that bounds through the Norwegian desert on its two massive feet, each of which has one claw. A similar fate met Agent Smith from his novel "The Matrix" who was a big green robot in the book, but is clearly a Hugo Weaving in the movies.

[ouiouimochi]

Soshiro Hoshina headcanons

pairing: soshiro hoshina x reader

genre: romance, fluff, miniscule baby sized angst

wc: 1k

warning/s: short, there's mention of seggs but only that-not much details, no beta we die die, wonky phone format yey

note: "bold italic" means it was spoken in a different language

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he's deffo a polyglot— he's part of a renowned traditional clan. I'm sure he had lessons as a kid since he's a direct heir? he also reads a lot of literature so that's something

pre-dating, soshiro would definitely be telling you phrases in different languages

you may or may not understand some if not all of what he says

but one day, he made a mistake (or was it?) of saying his confession in a language you actually understood and can respond in

“I love you, you know?”

“I love you too” you'd respond

so when dating him, he'd call you all sorts of endearments in different languages

your favorite has to be the one he uses in your native language/the language you understood

that's bc it reminds you of how he confessed to you— wait maybe he's been confessing to you all this time but you just weren't aware

you loved it when he spoke in the language only you two knew (as far as everyone was concerned)

your flirting consists of calling each other by endearments in different languages

the poor defense force can only watch and listen

imagine what's it like to be in operations and hearing,

“Good luck, mi amor”

“Aking sinta, be careful”

although they barely understood, they knew the context from your tones

cue the groans of embarrassment from everyone aside from you two lmao

you two bond over reading

it'd be funny to have the two of you be the duo where one reads classical texts

the other reads ahem ahem fanfiction

we know who is who here

soshiro would be open to listening to your fanfiction rants

he thinks how fanfiction sometimes has better plot than some of what he read

he'd sometimes catch you smiling and kicking your feet up in the air and softly smiles at how adorable you were

he'd know what genre you were reading by your reactions too

he knows you're reading fluff when you're smiling and giggling to yourself

he knows you're reading angst when you bite your lips

he knows you're reading smut when your face is just blank

soshiro would definitely tease the heck out of you for reading smut while in his presence like,

“Dear, I'm right here?”

like why go for fiction when you can go for the real thing right?

he would definitely pout if you don't take notice of him while you're engrossed with reading

he definitely bites

like come on what are those fangs for if not for that-

imagine you two were just cuddling and he let the intrusive thoughts win of biting you

ever since then, he kept biting you randomly

his bites would hurt— sometimes would draw blood if he felt like it

it comes so randomly too like

he's having cuteness aggression? he'll bite you

he's hugging you from behind? he'll stuff his nose into the curve where your shoulder and neck meet then bite

he just want to bite you fr

even sometimes during bedroom activities ngl i dig that-

his breakup trope is definitely the “his first priority was his job, you were second” or “he had too little time to spend on and with you”

ik it's been covered by a lot of writers already but d a m n it hits like a truck

imagine he had to say at the start of the relationship that he can't promise to make you his priority

that you were not the first thing he'd come runing to

that he won't always be able to come home

that one day he won't even be able to come home

you were a fool to believe that you understood, that you accepted it

but to save you the pain, he breaks up with you, or you break up with him

he was fully aware of what a relationship with him implied

up to the imagination if you two ended up back together or just full on angst

when you get married or engaged, he'd give you a ring and would be absolutely obsessed with how the band looks on your finger

even though it's impractical for a soldier to have a ring on the field, he'd hang it on a chain around his neck

reminding him about the promise he must keep close to his heart

a promise to come home to you

he'd always touch and rub the ring on your finger

when he hugs you

when he cuddles you

when he claims you (aha)

one time he overheard you gushing about your ring to your friends and he couldn't help but smile

he'd note to himself to tease you about it at times

when there was someone hitting on you(if someone had the balls to lmao) he'd come up to take your hand in his

he'd bring it up to his lips to kiss the ring specifically so that the person trying to flirt with you focused their attention on the band

so that they'd take the hint to back the fuck off

you found his gesture to be endearing and he ends up habitually doing it every time you see each other

when you're on your period

he's very careful with you

very very soft and affectionate to you

absolutely spoils you

but there are times that he’s busy with his duties, so he stops by to check on you whenever he was free

he'd constantly be asking if you needed anything before he went to your quarters

suggestive 18+ CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

there would also be times when you two were cuddling

he would be horny— it just happens I don't make the rules

you know he's in the mood when he cuddles you from behind, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder

he’d leave behind light kisses at first, before proceeding with longer and wetter ones on your skin

“Soshiro?”

“Hmm?” he'd act innocent as if he didn't have his hardened crotch pressed up against your ass

“I'm on my period”

“So?” he grins into your skin before biting down

“Soshiro, no” you smack him

buuuutt if you were also in the mood

imagination 🌈✨

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taglist: @justwinginglife , @lumiambrose , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades, @iamjellyfish , @17020 , @floweringdaisie

[l1tw1ck]

If the event reqs are still open, can I please request Akutagawa and 20, 45, and 46 please? Bunny! Akutagawa is incredibly endearing to me, and i think he should be bred stupid❤️

Chased

bottom!ftm!bunny!Akutagawa x top!masc!wolf!reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Predator/Prey, Fingering, Creampie

Akutagawa’s been running from you for almost an hour. The longer you chase him, the more aroused you get. It's the same for him too. He purposefully released his pheromones to get you to chase him, he wants you to capture him and claim him as yours. He reaches a dead end and turns back to look at you, shivering with anticipation. He looks terrified and that only makes you more eager.

He trembles beneath you, completely naked and exposed. Even though he's completely willing, his body is still reacting to being in the presence of a predator. You grin, showing off the sharp teeth that could tear him apart. “Scared?” You lick your lips. You spread open his legs and drag two of your fingers up his sopping wet sex. “Maybe not.” You chuckle.

“please-” He squeaks.

“So what's your name, bunny?” You ask, pushing your fingers into his pussy.

He watches with wide eyes as your thick fingers play his insides. “Ak- Akutagawa-” He replies.

You give him your name. “So what was a sweet little bunny like you doing releasing your pheromones in a forest full of wolves?” You tilt your head. “I know you're not in heat.”

He turns his head to the side in embarrassment, his cheeks are a pretty shade of red.

“Don't tell me you wanted a wolf to come swallow you whole?” You smirk, your fangs showing.

Akutagawa clenches around your fingers, turning a darker shade.

You chuckle, taking off your pants and underwear. Your hard cock flops onto his stomach, earning a gasp from the bunny hybrid. Akutagawa doesn't even have a chance to process how big you are thanks to you suddenly pushing your cock inside him. Strained moans and gasps sounds leave his mouth as you enter him.

“You’re mine, bunny.” You grin. “Gonna make you have my pups.”

Akutagawa moans, looking down at his stomach and getting even more turned on by the bulge in it. You grip his hips and slam him up and down on your cock. His sounds echo throughout the area as you breed his sopping wet pussy. He wasn't at all prepared for the speed you're fucking him at. He rolls his eyes back, completely unable to think. Every thrust makes him more and more brainless. The only thoughts that remain are how good he feels and how your cock is tearing him apart.

Akutagawa doesn't know how many times he's come at this point, he already lost his mind by his third orgasm, and yet you still haven't faltered despite all the times you came. He feels like he's gonna pass out, but thankfully for him you're finally at your limit. You start to slow down before finally burying yourself and then your cum deep inside his cream filled cunt.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Congratulations on your 900 followers you deserve it and I'm sure you'll reach even more!!💖💖

For the quote could be red hood or ak, whatever you choose is ok... "You were such a happy child, I want you to be a happy man" (is it to long?😳)

~400 words

Jason Todd holds his insecurities close to his chest. He’s guarded, defensive, and he bites when he thinks he’s going to be bitten. He thinks that should be enough to scare you away, to find that being around him is a waste of time. But it never does.

You answer each scalding question, reassure his every doubt, and brush off every time he snaps his fangs at you. He’s no better than a Gotham stray, not when he barks with the malice of a fighting dog or disappears with the grace of an alley cat.

Even with all his sharpened claws and venomous words, you’re always there when he crawls home to you, always saying something he didn’t expect.

“I missed you,” you tell him after he returns from an offworld mission. “You were such a happy child, I want you to be a happy man,” you confess, even after he’s left blood all over your couch. “I’m glad you’re here,” you say when he comes back after a particularly nasty case that left him sleepless and sore.

Your words seem to constantly spin around in his head, haunting his mind in the quiet moments, in the fleeting glances he sends to the mirror that doesn’t always reflect someone he recognizes.

It’s not that he hates your words, it’s just he thinks that you shouldn’t mean them. (He doesn’t know what to do with the fact that you do)

You worry. You want him to be happy. You enjoy seeing him. You care. As sweet as it can be, it’s heavy, sometimes, being cared for. He tries to return your compassion, tries to show that he’s more grateful than not. But he thinks he gets it wrong.

He says the wrong things, things that make your face fall. He brings you the wrong things, only realizing that there’s something better he could have gotten when he’s already halfway into your apartment.

He wants to be better, be a person that deserves to be around you, he just doesn’t think he’s capable of it.

Even though he’s almost certain of that fact, you never ask him to leave, never demand he stays out of your life. He thinks it’s only a matter of time, really.

But when you rest your head on his shoulder and ask him if he wants to try the new restaurant that opened down the street with you, well, he decides he’ll bask in your grace for as long as you allow it.

[justyaraya]

COD OC: Karina Cherepanova

Name: Karina Cherepanova

Nikename: Black Widow

Date of birth: February 12, 1987

Age: 29 (at the time of the events of 2016-17)

Place of birth: Moscow, USSR🇷🇺

Citizenship: 🇷🇺

Rank: none

Specialty: mercenary, Makarov's right-hand man, leader of the Black Widow Squad

Unit: Ultranationalists

Family/Relationships

Mother: unknown❌

Father: unknown❌

Love interest: Vladimir Makarov❤🇷🇺 [Professional relationship]

Reference/appearance

Parameters

Hair: blonde

Eyes: brown

Pigmentation on the body: -

Scars: on the face and hands

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 58 kg

Body type: normal

Equipment

Body armor: lightweight

AK-47 assault rifle

Pistols: M9 and Makarov Pistol (PM)

Cold steel: Tactical knife

Personality

On the surface, it will seem that Karina is calm and harmless, but in fact she is short-tempered and cruel, especially in her methods of unleashing the language of hostages during interrogation. At first, she waits patiently, but the vase of her angelic patience immediately cracks and uses force. She loves to be sarcastic, especially Makarova, and even makes fun of him, she likes his ardor.

Fears - It's hard to say

Biography

Life in the 90s was quite difficult for many people, especially when banditry, theft, robbery, and murder flourished. Karina, one might say, lived in a real hell, in an immoral family, where noisy drunkenness periodically took place, there were fights. Karina does not have a father, her mother found a life partner when the girl was still little. But the one his mother chose was not the one he pretended to be, Instead of a "kind daddy", he showed a cruel man, and his upbringing was beatings, and Karina had a hard time, like her mother, but she believed that she was within the norm, but it affected Karina's emotional state. Due to the turmoil in the family and the lack of money for food, Karina had to work part-time to earn at least some penny, from which she slipped in her studies, graduated from school with grief in half, but then she had to work part-time, and everything in her life turned upside down. One day, unable to bear the anger of her stepfather and the next beatings, Karina took a knife in order to scare, protecting herself and her mother. She was scared at the time, which led to a state of passion, and inflicted a fatal blow on the man, which led to imprisonment for a certain period. The mother did not somehow defend Karina, having been surprised that her daughter was a murderer. Until 2016, Karina became a mercenary.

The meeting with Makarov is rather vague story. Karina decided to try to join his people as a volunteer, even if it was risky, at that moment Makarov needed people. Karina has been training for a long time, on an equal footing with others, and she also trained dogs, making them fighting dogs. Karina also has a four-legged companion, Doberman Fang, the same fighting dog, as well as a guard who always accompanies his mistress. The girl also provided assistance to the ultranationalists by supplying weapons, medicines, equipment, etc. Makarov, although he trembled with her arrogance and barbs, but appreciated her effectiveness in her work, allocated her a small detachment in which she became the leader, and the "Black Widow Squad", a shorter name "Spiders", appeared. They stayed in different parts of the world, Karina had to hide and work in the shadows, because loyalists followed her, which did not always make it possible to deliver a kind of "goods" to Makarov on time. As for her relationship with Vladimir, they are more professional than amorous. She continued to act unflinchingly, as if ignoring all the cold stares and sarcastic remarks, which only increased his irritation. In those rare moments when they were on the same wavelength, a spark of mutual understanding almost ignited the steppe of tension in which they were both immersed. As time passed, and as if in a dance of fate, they began to dance on the edge of a professional relationship, where each step could easily end in collapse or unexpected harmony.

[Biography may be edited]

[gothy-froggy]

I miss your every kiss

AK!Jonathan Crane x goth!fem!reader

She/her for reader

Warnings: patching Jonathan’s face, needles, fluff, possibly hurt & comfort, definitely comfort for Jonathan, insecure Jonathan, slightly suggestive if you squint, Not proofread

Summary: Jonathan thinks back to different moments his lovely wife as she patched him up from a fight. He wonders, how did he get so lucky?

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Cold, dense, agony, miserable.

These were the things Jonathan felt, grunting at the pain form the sharp needle as he worked to keep his face from falling apart. How could his wonderful plan go all to waste? How could the Batman, not feel fear? His frightening toxin not do anything to him?

Part of him wonders, was it Batman who wasn’t afraid, or the man behind that mask? Perhaps both? It didn’t matter. No, not right now. What matters is him getting back on his feet, climb his way back as a feared villain of Gotham. The media perused him as dead, but he could assure the people of Gotham that he is not. Just slowly piecing himself back together. Literally in a sense.

As he walked in the sewers below, he felt as the pain course through his body. Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Slowly walking, hissing at any shift that causes his damaged leg trouble. His one working cloudy eye quickly scanning around.

He needed a way out. He needed to escape. His work, his toxin, his reputation, life,

His wife.

He stopped, leaning over a wasted crate as he tried to control his breathing.

Would he still have a wife? How long has he been down here? That was something he couldn’t tell. Even if she was looking for him, why would she stay? He looked…hideous.

His thoughts continued as he made it out, at the edge of city itself. He could barely make out the boats in the water. It was night, moon hitting the water. The thoughts continued as he water the water, getting louder as he closed his eyes.

His cloudy eyes shifted slowly once they opened, hearing faint footsteps, slowly getting louder with each step. It stopped, to the side slightly behind him. He turned, heart racing as his eyes widened.

“Oh darling,” She whispered out, gently touching his face. Mumbling a sorry when he let out a groan. She observed him head to toe, bringing him back to one of their locations.

He sat there, watching her finish up patching his face, stopping when he told her to.

“Gotham will pay, my love. It’s only a matter of time.” She reassured him.

Jonathan’s hand ghostly touching her suit, feeling the nice fabric of her black suit. He couldn’t understand. Why wasn’t she afraid of him? Not walking away, not disgusted by the way he looks? Here she was in her all black professional suit, carefully stitching his face together with fabric for him, not an hint of fear of his damaged face. She still wore her ring too. But again, he couldn’t help but think of the question again,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

He here now, curled in a ball, muttering to himself. The look of pure terror in his eyes as he scurried away from his wife. To be fair, she looks undead to him. No, no, it can’t be. Her voice echoing in his mind,

“Why didn’t you save me?”

What happened? What have he done? What haven’t he done?

Feeling restricted as he screamed, his wife screaming his name, forced to see her decomposing face. His new greatest fear, losing her.

“Jonny,” Jonathan opened his eyes again. She was there. Alive and well. A sigh of relief escaped through his teeth. Her smile wiping the memories of what he saw from the fear toxin away.

“I’ve got you.” She whispered, looking at him oh so lovingly. And once again, he couldn’t help but ask in his mind,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

Jonathan came back from a disappointing conflict, resulting to his scarecrow textured face getting damaged. His wife, now sits on the desk with the needed materials, fixing him up. Her long, black dress, winged sleeves tied back as she focused on stitching things back.

“You’re concerning me, Crane.” Ah, Crane. She was serious. Jonathan only stayed silent, only letting out soft noises of discomfort from the needle as she finished up his cheek.

“Why?” The room got quiet. She looked into his eyes. Puzzled by his short question, tilting her head.

“Why what?”

“Why are you still here? Look at me,” Jonathan was giving her a partially accidental glare.

“Rough fabric, hideous, no lips, yet you are still here. Why?” He voice ever so slightly quivered. She leaned in, gently placing her forehead on his. It was their substitute for a kiss.

“How does your appearance partakes who you are, my dear?” He shivered as a hand followed his jawline.

“You could be nothing but a beast, and I would still be by your side. Be with you.” She said above a whisper, pressing a kiss on what remained of his lips. unable to stop himself, Jonathan’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, letting out a soft groan. Only to pout as it came to an end. His face expressed grim.

“I miss your every kiss. The ones from the past.” He mumbled. It was a shame. They were so great. He feel everything. It was harder and different now.

“Though I do not miss the time that I haven’t had any.” Jonathan placed his forehead against hers. He pulled her in by her waist, enjoying the warmth form both her body and her laughter. He truly couldn’t believe he how found someone who loved him. Someone so loyal and faithful to him as he is for her. He grabbed her hand, glancing at their matching silver ring. Both with such tiny gothic details engraved inside.

Jonathan brought her hand up to his teeth, gently nibbling on it as his form of a kiss. He was always secretly eager for her warm and soft skin. Her soft skin against his rough fingers.

“How did I…end up so lucky, with a wife like you?”

“Not quite sure, but let me finish patching you up. Then you have to eat. You will eat, right Jonathan?” She said his name sternly.

“Or is the Scarecrow going to keep you a hostage for the plan?” Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, helping her off his lap.

“I will,” He agreed. She finished patching his face, pressing a kiss in his teeth, leaving a bit of her colored lipstick on them.

“I could never love someone like I love, Jonny.”

“I feel the same for you, my dear.” He watched her leave.

The Batman may be a fear of his, but losing her who is the absolute love of his life was one as well. It was one he finds worthy to avoid.

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Okay, here fucking goes. I'm a straight guy and I am absolutely obsessed with monster cocks.

Okay, that was hard, still worth it. Before this year, I was never interested in cock (why does it sound so good to say) but now? I'm craving werewolf dick at my desk every day. I'd give anything for a big and terrifying werewolf to pin me down, flash her fangs at me, and shove her thick cock in me like the submissive bitch I (apparently) am.

It's every day now, mind wandering over all the monsters and their dicks. I've sat through meetings thinking about nothing about knots, and how good being filled up with cum would feel. About being a succubus' collared slave, sucking her off in front of her throne. About being penetrated by a writhing ball of tentacles. I've lost count of how many actual dreams I've had, but the daydreams are daily.

And yes, okay, human sexuality doesn't make any fucking sense anyway, so why should I care? I'm getting over the self loathing quick, because envisioning throbbing monster cocks and lethal, terrifying bodies straight out of fucking nightmares? It's doing wonders for my mood. I can't wait for the next contract meeting, just so I can sit there and daydream about having my mouth filled by a werewolf, about her making me ready for her entire pack. Taking them one by one while she grins those fangs at me. Their claws and teeth aking my skin just enough to bleed, marking me as theirs.

So here's to the monsterfuckers, and the little daydreams that keep us sane.

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