#and now I'm on the Wraith

[strixcattus]

YYYEEAHHH THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM

Maybe one of the greatest options I've seen yet. Not that it did much, but oh well...

[kylominis]

At the training ground [♡]

[shoknsfw]

Kinktober 2024 Day 21 : Tentacles Ivory always ressentful for stealing the collar 😔

[visualnovellover]

SOMEBODY KILL ME I FORGOT ABOUT MY KID IN THE LAKE

OH GOD I WAS SO BUSY WITH GH THAT I FORGOT ABOUT MY KID OH MY GOD

IW I'M SORRY THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT I DIDN'T MEAN TO LET OUR KID DIE I'M SORRY

[crownedinmarigolds]

Fangfest 2024 - Day Seventeen - The Tower

Raymond Mulder, former detective turned hunter after more than enough rough run-ins with the Supernatural. Got a Kinfolk girlfriend and soon her abusive Garou ex attacked and permanently scarred him, his former boss forced to commit suicide in front of him after it was revealed that the vampire shadow government was running the Chicago PD. Formally the most normal normie you could meet, he tried to at least face the dark as nobly and as rationally as he could. Monsters were monsters - hell, a lot of "regular" humans fit this category too - but not every single one needed to be met with a violent hand.

The Tower is a card that represents an almost violent upheaval, a change in situation, destruction, catastrophe. Raymond's existence was forever changed the second he had made the decision to rid the world of just two more Kindred...

[wraithdance]

I'm sure it's just because of reading your fic and watching "Caped Crusader", but had a vision of Gaz as Batman/Bruce Wayne - no clue how that AU would work, but it's nice to ponder!

Ohohoho My friend, I don't think you know what you’ve just done! I moonlight as an amateur comic artist/writer so I saw this notification at five in the morning and shot out of bed. I have not known a moment of respite since then you big brained evil genius!!!

Give me a couple hours and I’ll tag you in something else I got cooking for this lil brain worm 🐛💖

CW: AFAB!Reader but no gendered terms used, non-con ( I think the first bit counts as slight non-con?), Mentions of extreme violence, reader being mugged, I have a potty mouth so lots of F-bombs, MDNI there's a bit of nsfw because I’m a slut and blacked out at the end there.

[the 5 Year Plan Gotham City AU] 

How could you be so Stupid. 

The man making a mess of your purse is taking his time scattering things out into the alley carelessly. Your Fenty lipgloss, tossed near the dumpster with your phone. The knock off Gucci shades you’d found at a swap meet, sailing in the air and landing with a definitive crack on the wet blacktop. 

When he ignores your wallet to continue his violating search through your belongings you protest. Thrashing your body in an attempt to escape the hands that clutch you in a vice grip.

Blunt nails dig into the fleshy fat of your upper arms hard enough to leave indentations that burn. The whimper you let out echoes in the darkened alley before you can bite it back.

Stupid, Siggy. Unbelievably STUPID!

“Oh? I think I liked the sound of that moan sweet bird. Why don’t you do it again?” He’s squeezing tighter and it takes all of your reserves to not give him the satisfaction of another single sound.

His partner lets out a laugh, pausing from his searching to watch you squirm.

“I think you’ve got a tough one there Charlie.”

“Yeah, think so, sweet birds got some nerve.” The one named Charlie hums in your ear, huffing out a throaty laugh. 

The stench of tepid beer and old meat on his breath is foul. He nuzzles his unkempt beard against the skin of your throat, the sensation makes angry tears cascade down your face without reprieve. 

You send an elbow into his gut, yelping when he presses his hard cock against your plump ass in return. 

“Be nice, soft thing,” He whispers, hot breath sending shivers down your spine “What about I keep you, hm? Come home with me and Brucie boy and you won’t have to walk so late at night, wot about that?”

You think there’s no fucking way in any planet or alternate universe where you’d agree to that and you say so.

“Let me go you stinking bastard! Just take my money and leave me alone for fucks sake!”

In a flash there’s a big hand letting go of your arm to grip your jaw painfully. Your head is pulled back to meet the unfocused rheumy blue eyes of Charlie. With a glare your lip curls back in visible disgust, refusing to back down.

It was probably the cherry on top of the stupid sundae you’d made, but you can’t bring yourself to be submissive against this unwanted violation. You’d been followed from the office by the two drunken louts. 

One had distracted you with his catcalls, you’d been focused on staying steps ahead of him before you realized you’d been corralled into the darkened alley. The other man had materialized at the other end of the narrow space before you’d had the chance to weigh out if running in heels would be a fruitless endeavor.

The one named Bruce had wrestled your bag from you when you’d turned to run the other way. There’s slight satisfaction when you look at the already discolored skin beneath his eye from where you’d decked him. 

Bruce notices your attention and sneers at you. “Little bitch is more trouble than it’s worth to carry ‘em home.” 

His hands stop digging into your bag and you know the second he’s got his hands on the satchel tucked deep into the inner lining.

Fuck!

“Oh wots this?” Bruce opens the velvet pouch and his eyes widen at the sight of your boss's diamond necklace and earrings.

You really do hate yourself for being so senselessly dumb.

Should have taken the damn taxi instead of being a cheapskate.  ‘It’s only a couple blocks to the jewelers’ you’d thought, ‘be there in a jiffy and home in no time, no need to spend the £7.60!’

An absolute dumb arse of a decision to make.

You’re about to beg that they at least put you out of your misery when they leave. Anything better than the impending death of your career and livelihood if you make it out of this preventable situation alive, when you see something dark flash at the mouth of the alley.

Charlie sees it too and stiffens behind you.  “Who’s there!” He barks out into the night, pulling you back against him tighter. Bruce looks up too, jewels in hand, searching. There's silence before you hear the sound of a bottle clattering. Charlie hisses out a low ‘fuck’ before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade with a flick of his wrist. 

Your eyes widen like saucers because you had just been joking about dying! 

“Come out!” Charlie shouts “Or I’ll stick the bird right between the ribs.”

You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, struggling against the arm that now bands across your chest. What the fuck happened to taking you home?! Creeping Jesus all the men in London were sweet talking, lying sacks of SHIT and you were so fucked!

After a moment Charlie shifts, looking at Bruce and jerking his head to the side. Bruce nods and spirits his own knife in hand from his jacket. Much to your indignation he stuffs the jewels into his pocket as well. 

Bruce shuffles to the other end of the alley slowly, Charlie and you watch on with bated breath. The fattest rat you’ve ever seen darts out from out of the shadows and Bruce yelps.

“Fockin’ hell!” Bruce jumps back as it races between his legs, squeaking in terror. He looks back to you and Charlie with a laugh. “Just a fockin’ mouse-”

The kick to his chest is sudden and loud, the crack of his ribs writs the air with a sickening pop. 

“What the fuck!” you cry out.

A masked man in blue-black spandex steps out into the dim light, standing over Bruce’s gasping body. He’s absolutely massive. At his hips is a cache of indistinguishable weapons including a small metal rod. You watch as he lifts a powerful thigh up and rams his boot covered foot into Bruce’s nose, sharp and definitive.

Screw this.

There's no fucking way you were sticking around for whatever this had become, you think as you watch the blood arch from Bruce’s broken nose. 

Charlie yells out when you stomp his foot with a stiletto of your heels. You don’t make it far from his grasp when he snakes a hand out and clutches your arm, whirling you around. He’s dropped the knife in your pursuit of escape, it leaves his hand open to strike across your cheek in a slap that leaves you dazed.

He shoves you down to the ground harshly and your hands shoot out in front of you to break your fall. Hissing at the stinging pain in your palms, you can only try to scoot back as you watch Charlie reach for the discarded knife at his feet. 

He doesn’t make it. 

You can’t look away from the masked hero raining blows like thunder over Charlie's face and body. Charlie tries to fight back but is overwhelmed by the barrage of attacks that come in rapid fire succession. When Charlie finally goes down you’re torn between shock and relief before it turns into worry about whether the newcomer means you his own form of harm. 

You get your answer when the masked man extends a hand to help you to your feet. He doesn’t make a sound at the effort to pull you up. His hand rests across your back for support as you wobble unsteadily on your heels.

He doesn’t let you go when you’ve caught your balance. You tilt your head up to look at him, one hand placed on his covered bicep and the other resting on his chest. You can feel his heart beat in a staccato through the thick material of his suit. 

“Close your eyes.” He says after a moment.

Your brow furrows in confusion thinking you misheard. 

“What?” 

The masked man crowds you in until you’re up against the brick wall of the alley, his solid chest millimeters from your own. You can feel the heat from his body emanating from beneath the spandex suit. He smells like smoke and hearth. You think there's something else beneath, familiar and it causes your brain to buzz with energy. You inhale deep.

Bergamot and notes of Cedar wood. 

Your brows furrow trying to place the niggling memory that comes up when his gloved hand makes contact with your cheek. The touch is soft and light, fingers trail along the place you’d been slapped by Charlie. You can’t see his eyes from behind the flat black holes of his mask but you can feel him search your face. 

“Said, close your eyes luv.” 

He tilts his head and watches your lips when you dart a tongue to wet them. After a moment you do as he asks and shutting your eyes.

Your gasp is wheezy to your own ears, jerking at the feel of his breath on your cheeks. You are squeezing your eyelids shut so as not to open them. When his lips brush against yours, you gasp once more, belly swimming with butterflies. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sucking your tongue and stroking with his own in tandem. Mind finally catching up, you chase after the foreign intrusion with a demand for more, always taking a mile when given an inch.

The pressure of the mask where it’s been pushed up against the bridge of his nose, tethers you to reality before you're swept away in the taste of him. Your senses are bombarded with the roll of his tongue and you give as good as you get, fighting him for dominance.

His hand rests at your throat, firm but relenting. He squeezes once when he nips your bottom lip and you shudder when he pulls away with an anguished groan.

You peek beneath your lashes and see the brown skin at his adam's apple before he can cover his face again. You know he’s smiling beneath the mask when he calls you a cheeky thing. He cups a hand over his cock pressing down as if to relieve the ache. 

Your thighs clench together. ‘Fuck.’

“What's your name?” You ask when you’ve finally caught your breath.

He hesitates and you think he’ll deny you. 

“You can call me Rook.”

You thank him for saving you, saying his name softy. He swipes his gloved thumb across your lips before he taps your chin twice with an index finger. 

“Go straight home, I’ll be watching.” The low timbre of his voice is an aphrodisiac. The promise of his watching is supposed to ease your frazzled nerves but instead sends heat flushing through your body in other ways. Your core is throbbing and slick against your undergarments when you shiver.

Stupid and horny, you think sadly as you watch him back away into the shadows. You don’t leave the alley until you can’t see him anymore. You turn to glance at Charlie and Bruce’s prone bodies and shake your head.

Stupid, stupid decisions Siggy.

When you wake the next morning you make eye contact with your boss’s diamond jewels on the side table next to a note. He’d been inside your home when you were sleeping. 

Your concern for your mental sanity is only a side thought when you're reaching beneath the covers to slide your fingers against the slick pooled inside your cunt. One digit, then two gliding over your clit and then past the knuckle into your soaking sex.

Your moans are stuttering, keening things, as you chase your orgasm. It’s dangling at the precipice of where your fingertips roll across the textured nerves of your G-spot. Back and forth you stroke until you’re cumming with a broken cry, mind going white with the force of your orgasm.  

‘I need to see him again’ you think as you lie in bed boneless. Your thighs are still shaking, cunt still clenching around nothing when you reread the note.

Don’t walk home in the dark anymore. I’ll know - Rook

[sixth-light]

I have been re-reading Martha Wells' Books of the Raksura for comfort reasons and with the perspective of another half-decade since I first read them, may I present a proposition: these books are to Stargate Atlantis as Shards of Honor in the Vorkosigan series is to Star Trek, to wit, it's nothing like as simple or boring as "filed off serial number fanfic" but the underlying vibes are very, very real

[bonni]

her tube

[wra-1-th]

who was gonna tell me monty was in the new descendants.

[pinkyjulien]

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[navelgazed]

Oh god I'm OLD

[girlscience]

I Like the murder and the stabbing and the anger and the eating people and the blood and guts and gore and the stalking and the hunting people and the war and the skirmishing and the personal feuds and the hatred and the manipulation and the brawling and the beating the shit out of people and the lying and the surgical torture and the wounds and the shooting and the military tactics and the rage and the paranoia and the cold calculation and the displaying dead bodies and the murder as art and the twisted morality and the decent into evil and the god complex and the scheming and the axes and knives and swords and fists and nails and teeth.... but like, it's HAPPENING. and my brain never really put two and two together somehow, but now it has and I can't ignore it and I feel bad, but I still like these things and I don't know what I would be like or what I would like if I didn't.

[powdermelonkeg]

I have fallen VERY deep down a Rupee rabbit hole

[rubiesintherough]

tbh tho..... the duality of Wraith, y'all

the fact he could be strangling someone to death, then 20 mins later, use those same hands to scale a tree and gently carry a scared kitten down. will shoot someone execution style.... then, on his way back home, will stop and help a lost kid find their parents. the same meager money he uses to buy ammo, he also makes sure to set enough aside to buy bags of dog food so he can set a couple bowls out for the neighborhood strays. the exact same hands that have snapped bones are the ones that gingerly pick up a baby bird to set it back in it's nest.

honestly tho, i don't think there's a better description for him than murder teddybear.

[thatonepikminperson]

So, remember Wraith AUs? GUESS WHAT, MY BRAIN GOT ONE

So, this Au is for the Ground and Stars FanPik, but it can go pretty much on any story about Pikmin if y'all get inspired (Go wild home slices) and the huge new thing is Mixed Wraiths (see more below) so I'll just tag it "mixed wraith au" to not overflow the Pom Wraith AU.

In which, I should probably explain the whole Mixed Wraith thing. In short, it's when a Wraith mixes or fuses with another creature, most commonly another Wraith. There is more info on how they work and some new wraith types.

It is based off of that so @splitster thanks for getting me a bit too obsessed over this concept (Read more for the art and stuff)

(More art and Mixed Wraith lore below!)

So, as you can see, stuff has changed. This AU really starts at Chapter 9, the first 8 chapters are basically the same. Pom is now a wraith, and is hiding among the crew as a totally real space person. Pom himself is called what is known as a Mixed Wraith, or the mixture of a wraith and another creature, most commonly a wraith. Pom is specifically the mix between a Plasm Wraith, and a Water Wraith, which creates the Oil Wraith.

Mixed Wraiths are a bit complicated, but simply, there are mainly two kinds. The first one is the mixed wraith, but two streams of consciousness . This type of Mixed Wraith has the consciousness of both wraiths, and they work together to keep themselves safe. (Let's call this Type 1 Mixed Wraith) The second kind is what is known as the Combined consciousness Mixed Wraith, which is the two wraiths that make up the mixed one coming together and making a new Combined Consciousness (Or CC). Of course, these wraiths can take over separately at any time, but they usually just use the CC to get closer to prey. (Let's call this Type 2 Mixed Wraith) Pom is the second type of Mixed Wraith

So there's more wraith lore. There are four main types of wraiths, Liquid, Solid, Gas, and Plasma. Each one acts and behaves differently from each other, and some of which are not total assholes.

(The Liquid Wraith includes things like the Water Wraith, the Honey Wraith or Colored Ink Wraiths. Solid Wraiths include things like the Reflection Wraith, the Gemstone Wraith, or the Floral Wraith. The Gas Wraith includes things like the Oxygen Wraith, Chloroform Wraith, and the Iodine Vapor Wraith. The Plasma Wraiths include things like the Plasm Wraith, the Star Wraith, or the Flame Wraith.)

Wraiths survive with their cores, which are practically their hearts. These are generally the same as the Pom Wraith AU, but if a Mixed Wraith's Core breaks, then the two wraiths/creatures that made it up will separate, taking half of the core with them.

Also, depending on the personalities of the Wraith and the other creature, they might fight from time to time. If the two created a combined consciousness, and they fight, the consciousness is kicked out of control and one or both of them take over. If it gets too unstable, or the Core is broken in half, then the two Wraiths will split up, in most cases leaving any wraith perfectly fine and the other creature dead.

There is also a way to fix a broken core, but those who try to do so will probably be hunted down by several angry Wraiths. (Wraiths look down at this, as they think if you died, you need to stay dead)

Wraiths are also garbage at disguising themselves, like really. Most forgot that ears exist, or they have some sort of wild color for skin, like grey or pink. Though, thank god Pom was able to find a human before he lifted off into the stars.

I do have more wraith lore, but those will be separate post, probably without art because I've already made several pages of this stuff, and it's more fun to draw characters compared to lore (Sorry lol)

Oh yeah, and I do have wraith forms of the Rescue Corps, don't worry. THEY AREN'T SAFE FROM THE BRAIN ROT EITHER! (But they will be for later, as I have to get through a far amount of other posts about this AU first. Sorry about that.) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ow my back

[adelle-ein]

desire to watch more slay the princess vs fear of horror games. fight