#anyway. hound is a little bitch

[avocado-writing]

Not sure if this is enough to go off of but I loved the poly!poolverine fic where they rescued the reader. I was wondering if we could get some more of them being protective of the reader 🙏🏻

The bar is pretty crowded tonight. You nurse a rum and coke and hope Logan and Wade are able to find you in the corner booth you managed to snag, because you know the second you go to order another some opportunistic patrons will take your spot - and you’ve been on your feet all day at work so there’s no way in hell you’ll let that happen.

You take a sip. It’s warm now, ice long since melted in the heat of the room. You grimace at the taste as someone slides onto the bench next to you. 

It is not one of your boys. 

“Hey, baby.”

He’s big. Kinda guy who goes to the gym every day big, which isn’t inherently bad - but from the way he uses his size to press up against you there’s a little bit of unease rising in your chest. He puts his elbow on the table so that he can rest his jaw in his hand, biceps flexing in the tight shirt he wears. 

“I’m waiting for someone,” you say, as calmly as you can, hoping this will deter him. It does not. 

“So? We can have a little talk, can’t we? Not hurting anybody.”

His hand goes to cover yours where it rests on the table. You snatch it back. He frowns. 

“Dunno who you’re waiting for, but they probably shouldn’t have left you here alone. Looks like they don’t care about you, honey.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, annoyed, deciding it’s not worth it. He won’t go so you will. You slide out the free side of the booth - but you’re forced to stop when he grabs your wrist. 

“I wasn’t done talking to you yet,” he says. Okay. Now you’re panicking. You manage to shake yourself free of his grasp and quickly push through the throng of people, hoping to lose him in the crowd. No such luck. He knows where you’re heading. 

The air is cold on the street as you speed up; not running, never running, that might incite a chase. He’s on your heels anyway. 

“Hey, are you just gonna keep ignoring me?”

“I told you I’m not interested!”

He grabs you again, harder this time. A grip you can’t break free from. 

“You know, you should learn not to be such a bitch —”

“Oh! Isn’t this fun! Sorry to interrupt this little show of misogyny in action but it’d be great if you could let go of our pookie.”

You’ve never been more relieved to hear Wade’s voice. Suddenly you’ve got someone either side of you: the brick which is Logan on your left, and the snark which is Wade on your right. 

The guy who’s holding you does not drop your arm. He frowns. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

“They’re who I was waiting for,” you say quickly, as if this will deter him. The man laughs, loudly, cruelly.

“Sorry, you’re in some kinda threesome with this old fucker and whatever this dude is? Fuck, honey, you really need someone to show you what a real man—”

He does not get a chance to finish. Logan’s fist has collided with his face with such ferocity you can hear his nose break. The man yelps and staggers backwards, you bring your hand to your chest for safety. 

“Should’ve let go, bub,” he mutters, massaging his knuckles. Wade deflates. 

“Aw, I wanted to get the first hit in!” He peers over at where the guy is laid out flat. “Go on, get back up. If I don’t throw a punch it emasculates me, and I’m very sensitive about it.”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his sleeve. 

“Let’s just go, guys. I don’t think he’s gonna follow us.”

“One sec.”

Wade strolls over and puts his boot on the guy’s chest, pushing down until he’s wheezing.

“You wanna apologise?”

The guy groans out a sorry, and you give a curt nod when Wade turns to see if you’ve accepted it.

“Don’t do this bullshit again, with anyone, or I’m gonna find you, rip your dick off, then feed it to my adorable, hideous dog.”

They cage in around you as your turn, two loyal hounds at your beck and call. You throw a couple of glances over your shoulder as you leave but it’s as you suspected: the guy remains on the cold concrete. When you’re far enough away to feel safe they slow to a stop. 

“You okay?” Logan asks, lifting your chin with a finger so that he can get a good look at you. You nod. 

“Yeah. Thanks for being there in time.”

“I’m sorry baby, we should have got here earlier, but peanut here tore a guy’s arm off so we had to go and clean up first—”

“Oh god, stop,” you say, pulling a face. You don’t want to know about their line of work, very happy for the business and personal life gulf to be a wide one. “Let’s go get some pizza and head home.”

“Anything you want,” says Logan, squeezing your hand. 

Anything where you’re between them is what you want. Safe and happy, they’ll make sure you’re both. 

[vesppperoro]

Envy!Reader with the I.M.P

Includes: Envy!Reader, Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Loona.

You were going through one of your rage fits. Someone from your ring leaked some of your performance secrets to Mammon and he stole your ideas.

You were in your serpentine demon form, thrashing about your ring.

One of your own people betrayed you! Your own ideas, the life you built using those secrets. It pissed you off.

You were about to destroy a building until you saw a giant ad.

“I.M.P, Immediate Murder Professionals.”

You stopped thrashing and stared at it for a good moment. On the ad was 3 imps and a Hell Hound. The 2 lowest creatures in Hell. What could they even do?

That thought didn’t cross your mind. You just wanted the person dead.

You changed back forms and disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly, you appeared in front of the building you assumed to be the I.M.P building.

You stared at it for a moment.

But your feet started moving for you. You shrunk into your Sinner-like form and opened the door.

“Hello? Who is in charge here?” Your voice resonated through the building. The Hell Hound from the ad didn’t bother to look up at you.

“Who do you want dead?” She said, tapping away at her phone.

You gave her all the details on the person, showed a picture, and told her why. By the end, she was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Let me ask Blitzø.” She responded, walking away from her desk to a door next to it. She shut it and you heard some yelling and stumbling.

The door slammed open to reveal an Imp with large, curved back horns.

“Nice to meet ya! Blitzø, the ‘o’ is silent. You want to kill this little bitch, right?” He asked, showing the piece of paper you gave to Loona.

“Precisely. I want her DEAD IMMEDIATELY. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH I NEED TO PAY SHE NEEDS TO BE DEAD.” As you said the last two words, your body turned larger. You formed half way into your serpentine form.

“Hey Blitzø, what’s the- what the HELL?” A southern voice came from behind you. You shifted back and took a deep breath.

“Hey, Mil! Just in time.” He called, not even acknowledging the fact you almost broke their ceiling.

“Meet our new client! Uh… what’s your name again?” “Leviathan. Call me Reader.”

“This is our new client Reader- LEVIATHAN?” A surge of shock ran through the imps and the Hell Hound.

“We’re working with THE Leviathan?!” A smaller male voice said.

“Yes. How much do you want? 10k? 50k?” They were shocked at the amount of money you were offering them. They were just as shocked when you put 80k down.

“Take it. Kill that bitch.” And you bet your ass they were gonna make SURE she was dead.

As they came back, they brought you her head. You were VERY happy.

You even paid them 10k extra for her head.

You put her head on a stake at the front of your performance center.

Anyways. You always came back to them and paid them VERY well.

You even offered to buy them a new place, which they accepted.

You were basically their sugar parent… you gave them anything they asked for.

The I.M.P became your favorite service to use whenever you become irate with someone. They did an awesome job.

You also learned a lot about them.

Blitzø adopted Loona when she was near 17, Millie and Moxxie are dating, Blitzø is shagging Stolas to get access to the human realm, etc.

You enjoy them and they enjoy you because you pay them so well.

[the-kingshound]

White girl wasted anon here. I’ll have to give in 😔 Getting hammered is just too funny to pass up on. Like, sure Hound will confess their undying love to a houseplant. Camelot is full of gossips anyway, gotta give the people what they want . Better to get the shock and outrage(other than what they’ll already get for getting married) out of the way by something they can control (getting wasted) than a petty rumour(which they’ll indulge in like, ‘wow I’ve slept with 10 people in a week? Might as well’)

Tempted to make gossipy courtier ocs lmaoooo . Like, love the hound, wet cat coded meow meow, but I love petty bitches too

You had a little taste of what the courtier gossip about some ROs, imagine that tenfold for MC... :)

[celestiall0tus]

Full London Special Review

Alright, I gave my brief thoughts in the moment, now that it's sat a little, let's talk the London special.

Ok, so off the rip, this wasn't the absolute worst special, but it was definitely boring to me to the point I was trying not to fall asleep, which is an accomplishment in and of its own. So, congrats I guess.

Anyway, the special:

I like the set up with the Bunnix squad. Seeing Granny Bunnix was a very pleasant surprise. Loved her design. And loved having Alix back again, even if just for the special.

I'm excited for Lila or whatever she'll call herself, to be the butterfly. She showed some amazing competence and I loved it. Really put Mari on her toes.

Uh, what else? Oh! The big thing. And I'm gonna preface it with this:

Hound me, insult me, hate me, belittle me, I don't care. It won't change my opinion on this.

The conflict of Mari lying to Adrien was extremely annoying to me. Not to say it was bad and it was in line for a teen to question holding such a secret, but the adult in me is just like: get over it. Yes, it hurts to lie, but there are times a lie is better to tell than the truth. At least until a person can handle it, and not everyone can handle the truth. I sincerely doubt Adrien would have been able to handle the truth of Gabriel being Hawkmoth. So, I get the dilemma, I still don't have to like it.

Chronobug is far from my favorite design, but once I clued in that the suit is just one big hazard vest, I got over it. Especially seeing the reflective spots. It made my magpie ADHD brain go nuts.

Didn't care for the blonde on Lila. Nor the way it was textured that made it look like bad weave. Did like her snapping her fingers and freezing Nooroo like "silence, bitch!"

Uh, I think that's it? Oh! Wait! One big pet peeve. Why darling Mari said she'd have sacrificed herself for Adrien. I get it's supposed to be romantic and shit, but I hate that shit. She's fucking 14, with her whole life ahead of her. There's no reason to be doing that over a fucking boy. Romance or no, that took me out of it completely. There was also the her hoping to have changed Gabriel's mind, but being able to burdening her. Which, yeah that checks.

Alright, I think that's it now.

This has been a L0tus rambles

[hyperfixiation-station]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii, could I ask you to write a semi long story of graves x reader but reader falls in love with ghost, ghost also loves her . When graves betrays 141 reader has to decided to go with graves or ghost? :3

Choices, Choices, Choices Pt.1

TW: Brief mentions of violence

I hope this is what you were looking for!! If not please let me know and I will change it:)) Sorry for splitting it into two parts, I just figured you'd been waiting long enough lols.

It was a horrible, awful, thrilling realization to find you were in love with another man.

You had met Phillip Graves on a joint operation with the Shadows, long before you joined Task Force 141. It had been a fling, a one-nights stand after riding the high of battle. You never thought you’d see him again. But you did. And then you saw him again. And again. And again. 

Somewhere in that you stopped being coworkers with benefits. You exchanged numbers, and started meeting outside of work. And you fell in love. 

And in the beginning it was exciting. It was new and thrilling and wonderful. And as the years went by, it didn’t stop being wonderful, per se. It just…mellowed out. Your relationship went from ‘Oh we’re so in love’ to something that was just comfortable. 

And you were fine with that. It was nice, having someone that was always there, or at least, that you could rely on, even if maybe he didn’t always choose you first. But to be fair, you didn’t always choose him either. Work, friends, Life got in the way, and this comfortable, complacent love was not enough for the both of you. 

Either way, it was nice to know someone was waiting for you, who cared for you, even if it wasn’t always enough. You were happy. Or at least you thought you were. COntent to live life in this comfortable little relationship you had built for yourself.

And then you met Ghost, and felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time, something new, something exciting. 

It didn’t start out that way, of course. You found him almost arrogant at first, with his mask and his stand-offish personality. You got along much better with the rest of the team. Soap was funny and you liked his accent, and Gaz was, well, after the helicopter incident you found him much more intimidating than you had thought he was at first. But he was still fun. More so than Ghost was anyways. 

And then you were sent on a mission with him. You had begged Soap to go instead, but he was taking time off because he was a big jerk. The air between the two of you was tense, right up until you got shot. The bullet tore its way through your thigh, thankfully missing anything important but still hurting like a bitch. And you were alone, on the opposite side of the city from your teammate. 

He spent the entire time talking you through the city, telling dumb jokes and making stupid comments in an effort to keep you distracted and moving. He became a friend of sorts after that. You got closer, and as the days progressed, he became more human. He told bad jokes, didn’t like smoking all that much, liked dogs, and hated snakes. 

You hung out with him more and more, not realizing what was happening until it was too late. At first it was just going on missions together, without Soap or Gaz or anyone else. Then it was doing stakeout’s together. Then training together. Then laughing at his awful jokes, then his hand on your hips as he corrected your stance. And that's when you realized you were in love with him.

You panicked. You took leave, a whale week to go NC and get your head on straight.. Graves didn’t care, just gave you a quick kiss and told you to be safe before going back to work. 

So here you are, one the last day of your break, hiding out at an old friend's house as you try to come to terms with your feelings. So far, you have come to realize two things. One, You were in love with Simon Riley. Two, He was in love with you if the way your phone blew up was any indication. 

3-In-One: Where are ya lassie? Ghost won’t stop hounding Price Skeleton-boy: Where are you?  Skeleton-boy: Are you okay?   Skeleton-boy: Price told me you took leave.   Skeleton-boy: Are you okay? Skeleton-boy: Is it because of me? 3-In-One: Text him back already will ya?   Oh Captain My Captain: Will you please just text Simon. He’s driving me crazy. 

And that was just what you could see on your lock screen. You sigh, leaning your head back against the bed. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you felt something with Ghost that you had never felt before, even with Graves. On the other, you were in a committed relationship with a man you loved. Or at least that you used to. 

Guilt was eating you up inside. Ghost was new(ish) and fun, but Graves had been by your side for years. You couldn’t throw away years of a relationship just because something new came along. How did the saying go? Relationships take work or something? You weren’t sure, but you couldn’t just tell Phillip ‘Sorry, I found something new lol. We’re breaking up’. 

No, you would work on it before giving up. You scroll on your phone, ignoring the texts, looking for couples therapists. You shove down whatever it is you feel for Ghost, deciding to ignore it until you and Graves can work through your issues. You ignore your emotions, ignore the love, the guilt, the worry, the fear. Instead you focus solely on your phone, googling what to do when you fall out of love, how to reignite the flame, how to rekindle your relationship. 

You are at it for hours, scouring Reddit, Quora, Wikipedia, everything you can think of until it’s time to head back. The drive back is tense, with you blaring music so loud you can’t hear yourself think, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. 

You enter the barracks, determined to find Graves and talk with him, but are stopped by a haggard-looking Price. 

“Y/N, its good to see you. I was worried you were going to be late.” He clasps your shoulder, steering you to the briefing room, “We have a lot to catch you up on.” 

[kinkandkreep]

Smutty (Potentially Yandere-y 🙃) Doramai Blurb

Continuation

Call it cliché, but I kinda adore the idea of late college aged Doramai where Draken is a notably tatted, stoner-loner-loser who you would think gets laid all the time given his appearance and behavior, but who's actually a virgin.

Pan over to Mikey, who's like the most popular guy on campus with a bit of a not-so-secret cruel streak, and who seems to exclusively sleep with guys like Ken before ghosting them and potentially even tormenting them, though he's more subtle about it than say your typical high school bully.

Anyway, Mikey sets his eyes on Draken, and after a considerable amount of hounding and not so subtle seduction, they hook up.

Now, Mikey’s not initially expecting much from the beanpole, mostly a good laugh and maybe an orgasm, if he's lucky. 

What he's not at all expecting is for Draken to absolutely fuck him silly and practically make him his personal bitch. 😃

Not to mention the freak is Hung™️. 

Fast forward, we find out that this iteration of Ken was still raised in the brothel, and so while before Mikey he'd never had actual sex, he'd still acquired plenty of knowledge about what it took to make someone feel good. 

(And because I'm weak for it, let's look at this from an ABO angle. Mikey’s an Omega with a cherry and honeysuckle scent, and Ken’s an Alpha that smells like leather and patchouli. Side note, I loooove patchouli.) 

Cue the little Omega becoming obssessed with his newfound Alpha, proceeding to stalk him and abandoning all his other conquests to focus his attention solely on the man who now owns his heart. ❤️

This could get super dark (I'm thinkin' it takes a yandere turn, with pheremone manipulation and forced bonding, amongst other things 🫣) but lemme know what y'all thank. 🤔

[wulfhalls]

I am too much of a coward to post this on my own blog but: I think Lucy should domme the Ghoul. I mean it'd only be fair for her to put him on a leash and push him around a little right. Maybe make him bark like a dog. Anyway I'm normal

what does im too much of a coward to post this on my own blog even mean like. that's licherally ur house? what's gonna happen when u post it? they gonna hound u of the freak website for an objectively average take? ofc she should make him her lil bitch boy? I'm thinking danny mcbride and channing tatum in this is the end vibes

[thekinkyleopard]

The Midnight Snack

An Alistar x Kanai non-canon Snz Fic

A Threequel to:

“The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending”

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fet, Fluff, Persuasion, Contagion, Smut

Author’s Notes: Idk how I let you guys so easily talk me into new fics when my requests are closed and I have so many other things I need to write but…UNCLE FUCKING CHRIST I LOVE YOU INSATIABLE GREMLINS OF SNZ. Here we are with a third part??? Already? So quickly? Who am I??? A brand new bitch. Anyway. A third to a fic I only thought I’d write one and be done with? Wild. THIS IS A THREEQUEL TO “The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending” in order to understand context, go to my blog and read those first! Id link them, but I’m lazy. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Here we go! Nai’s turn 🥳 @aller-geez Owns Draeko and Kanai, and did the art!

Description: Al wakes up in the middle of the night, still sicker than ever. He finds a way to snag his best friend’s attention…and talk him into a little late night, snack.

It was just past midnight, Draeko was fast asleep, conked, splayed out on his back. Mouth wide open, but still just as cute as he always was. He was actually taking up too much room, however, and he wound up pushing the demon he was bed-sharing with, off it. Alistar fell to the floor with a loud thud, groaning lowly as the fond fog of sleep escaped him. Suddenly extremely aware, and reminded by how sick he was still. His body was wet, slick with sweat and his sinuses were full. Weak and shaky. He couldn’t breathe out his nose, and his eyes felt heavier than usual when he was awakened. Exhaustion never felt so exhausting.

Alistar slowly came to a stand, swaying back and forth in his boxer briefs, the dizziness taking him in a chokehold. “Water….” He muttered dryly looking around the room only to find empty water bottles and nothing worth quenching his thirst. He would have to go to the kitchen. The redhead stumbled slowly through the apartment, and into the dining room where he was met with an ever wide awake Kanai. Glued to his screen. “You’re still up?” He asked with a slow blink of his squinting black eyes, trying to adjust to the brightened beams of the overhead lighting.

The Navy haired demon looked up, and made eye contact with his pathetic looking best friend. “I am…I’m surprised you aren’t sleeping off your ailments,” cocking his head to a slight angle as he looked over the red head with curiosity.

“Yeah…the pet quite literally scooted me out the bed…came to get some water…” he yawned over once that followed with a sharp, abrasive cough. The hound winced at the scene.

“Do that, your throat sounds very dry, Donnie,” the hellion spoke certainly before his gaze went back into his research. Alistar went to open his mouth, but closed it again with a loud snarf.

“Hm,” he responded, if one could say that. Alistar then made his way into the kitchen, and pulled the fridge open in one motion. It took him a second to register through the different items before he spotted a fresh bottle of water. The one thing that was inconvenient was having to hydrate the vessel. Drinking water wasn’t customary in hell.

In fact, it had been such a problem, Al ended up in critical condition several times from dehydration. Kanai had to set alarms to remind the demon to drink water. By now, it was starting to become more routine to actually hydrate but, it felt like such a stupid task to perform. The redhead snagged the bottle of liquid and shut the fridge door. He quickly snapped the lid off and pressed the bottle to his chapped pierced lips. Chugging half the bottle as much as he was capable without being able to breathe in the process. He pulled the bottle from his mouth and gasped loudly as he swallowed. “Fuck…” he heaved for a few moments, catching his breath.

Lazily, he screwed the cap back on and carried it out with him back to the dining room. Kanai did not look up this time though he could feel the presence of the other now, his duo colored, blacked eyes scanned the illuminated words before him. Al leaned against the doorway, watching the hound carefully. His head thudded painfully, his skull feeling far too big for the flesh on his head. He squinted, trying to will the pounding away. “Nai?”

“Yes, Donnie?” The hound responded, still not looking up from his current project at hand.

“Will you rub my head?” Bringing the butt end of his palm to his left hand temple, he ground into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. It just wasn’t the same when it was from one’s own inflicting. Now the navy haired male looked up and cocked a brow, eyes scanning over the sore features of his friend’s face. He shrugged his shoulders and slid back in his chair, patting the space between his legs. Without missing a beat, Alistar quickly made hast and made his way over to make himself comfortable between the hound’s open legs. He was wearing a long black band tee with loose grey sweatpants, a lazy fit that he either never changed from the night before, or specifically put on to lounge and research in. Either way, Al found it endearing.

The red head settling in, his shoulders squeezed by each one of Nai’s slender knees. The pressure was comforting. In a few short seconds, and after a few clicks, a video began to play. While it did, the hellion brought both his grey hands to the mess of Al’s loose red hair. Normally in a ponytail, but down and free for the night. His fingers tangled within the damp threads to reach the sides of Alistar’s head, he pressed his prints down, rubbing small individual circles with his digits. The demon groaned with pleasure allowing his neck to loosen and fall back into the sensation.

As the video played, discussing the deeper theoretics to physical and psychological bonding between humans, the hound watched closely as his fingers dug into his friend’s skull. Moving in short calculated circles on each side of the anti-Christ’s temples. “S’good Donnie?” Asking distractedly while his eyes watched the screen closely.

“Mhmmm….” The redhead melted into a puddle but the more he began to relax, the stronger that familiar, delightful tickle presented itself inside his frontal sinuses. “hE..hH…” he struggled and stuttered.

“Just let it out, Al,” The hound told him lazily, his hands still roughly mulling and pushing into the demon’s skull.

“HehH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW…..” Alistar sneezed into the palm of his open hands, a cloud of mistral spit coating the surface of his blackened skin. “Ooff…”

“That was a big one,” Kanai ruffled his palm through the demon’s red hair now. He looked down, and Al looked up, their eyes met and the anti-Christ smirked, lifting his brows suggestively.

“Want to try it?” The redhead braved the question, not sure he could canoodle his way through Kanai’s current train of all night deep dives…but he was going to fucking try.

“What?” The hound asked curiously tilting his head as he continued to gaze down lifelessly at his best friend.

“Sneezing and fucking,” Alistar responded back with an air of causality that continued to draw the other in. Playing on the hound’s innate need for exploration.

“Why?” Furrowing his brows with slight confusion now. What was the purpose?

“It feels REALLY good,” The demon continued through his powers of persuasion, his lips pulling up into a half smirk before licking them once.

“But I’m not sneezing,” Kanai now frowned, realizing the flaw to this plan already.

“Not YET…” Al held up a finger, drawing attention back onto the metaphorical drawing board.

“It would take a while…” the grey skinned man responded flatly but only because he was teetering the edge of thought, contemplating his desire to experience more feelings.

“Well listen, we could both benefit from this research,” Alistar continued, he was going to go down without a fight and he could already seen the hound weighing thinner the longer they kept on the topic.

“Okay, so it’s research?” Kanai raised a thin brow in his response, voice still flat with a slight hitch of interest.

“Yes,” The redhead grinned, a hint of mischief gleamed behind his black holes. Now he had Kanai right where he wanted him.

“Okay,” Now he was listening attentively, his fingers unconsciously continued to rub and dig at the other’s tense skull. It seemed to starve off the burning sensations that cause the anti-Christ to explode.

“I want to know what it feels like to be the one getting fucked while sneezing…you know, what’s that like? The FEELING..” Alistar emphasizes on the right words to keep his friend’s attention, and consideration.

“Okay…?” In a certain light, Alistar could see Kanai slipping away, but still holding on for dear life as he was always desperate to understand the redhead.

“Yes, and in order for you to also experience that feeling, you’d need to get sick,” Al continued his explanation, knowing somewhere through, he would get him fully back again.

“Right,” Kanai responded with a confident nod. Like a train on time, he was at the station, Alistar felt excitement bubbling up from within his lower stomach.

“Two BIRDS, Kanai, one stone,” too excited, the redhead threw him a curve ball, hoping his time on earth and influence may have caught up by now.

“What birds? Why a stone?” The Navy haired hellion was lost again. Alistar slapped his hand to his forehead, regretting it instantly as his brain rang around inside his skull like a giant gong.

“No…Uncle Fucking Christ…It’s a human metaphor…two problems solved with one solution…I’m sick now..you fuck me, get sick by tomorrow…follow?” He spelled it out a little more easily for him now. Kanai squinted but then nodded his head quickly in understanding, signaling to Alistar he was back in the game. Just still a little confused about the end plan.

“Following, not entirely sure where it’s leading,” he replied back honestly. Yet, it was still progress Al needed to continue.

“You get sick, I fuck YOU, boom, now you know the feeling, RESEARCH, Complete,” he pointed at Kanai, then himself, then back at Kanai and made an explosion motion with his opening fist.

“Hmm..” He sat on it for a second, he calculated the experience. Though carnal sexual experiments weren’t on his top ventures of research, he certainly wasn’t against them. Humans were incredibly sexual beings. Often he wanted to understand the nuances behind different kinks and concepts. Sexual experiences were half of what being human was about, for those that weren’t asexual that is! Fascinating the world is…he almost trailed out of the room on the topic. He did however, circle back and found himself leaning into his curiosity.

“Eh? Eh??” Alistar chimed in, knowing the distant look in Nai’s gaze meant he was wandering in a mind maze.

“Okay, yes,” Quickly he made his decision, nodding his head to match his verbal consent, and Alistar was in. Oh man, dessert had never been so sweet. The demon was a glutton for sex, compared to the other. He wanted it all the time, every way. There was no wrong way to have sex EXCEPT, without consent. You’d think as a demon it would be the opposite. Nope.

He had felt the indescribable sensations of being tightly wrapped around Drae’s hole while he blew his nose off the surface of his face. Now he would get the opposite feeling, he wanted to be stuffed to the brim, the ultimate feeling of fullness. It had to be phenomenal.

“Amazing…” truthfully, it was. Alistar was beyond excited as his throat burned and prickled with anticipation. Draeko couldn’t top him, even if he mustered the courage, Alistar couldn’t take him seriously enough. Kanai was perfect. They’d already done so a million times, so he knew it would be good. No one else in the group would give him the time of day…quick fix? Kanai. Good fix. Reliable. Loyal. He bit his lower lip, sucking on it once while Kanai searched the red head’s gaze.

“Don’t just stare at me, dude, fuck me,” rolling his eyes impatiently, he may be bottoming but he was still very much going to be doing all the bossing around. The navy haired hellion smirked lifelessly, but with that sparkle Al recognized only from hell.

“Of course, Donnie…” he replied, wrapping his hand around the underside of Alistar’s jaw gripping it to lift him from his spot on the ground. The demon gasped, his throat tightened and it triggered something buried. No longer was it held dormant by the stress relief of a massage. Like a kinked hose now, he lifted Al into his lap and as he was straddled, Kanai forced Al’s face down into a hard, aggressive kiss. Their tongues slid together quickly, rushed, and furious. The two fought ferociously for dominance, neither wishing to give up the feat but Al ground himself needlessly into the hound’s lap bucking lap. Almost throwing Kanai completely off his win.

The hound parted their lips and took a fistful of Alistar’s bright crimson locks, pulling his face back to look at the brightened light on the ceiling above him. “Go on now, Donnie, the floor is yours…” he let out a breathless chuckle. A joke he personally felt like he nailed, but his opportunity to bask in it fell short before the redhead’s body trembled and twitched. His chest collapsed and rose with such quickness, Nai looked between it and the hellion’s jarring maw.

“HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW!” He blew out fast, and without much time or means to be polite, he sneezed into his friend’s unsuspecting face. Kanai blinked a few times feeling the new arrival of wetness hit him so suddenly in a fine mist, a few dense drops included.

“Wow…yours are very loud compared to Luciftias…” the hound noted outwardly, Alistar blushed as his thighs tightened around Kanai’s haunches.

“Bad thing? SnNdfF….” The redhead asked curiously, looking downward at his friend from the still ‘pulled hair’ position, blackened scleras half lidded.

“No…curious to how it’ll feel when you tighten up around me though,” the navy haired hellion spoke earnestly while trailing his free hand up the back of Al’s spinal chord. He shivered, gritting his teeth and rolling his shadow orbs behind his skull. He ground his hips with hungry force downward into the other’s lap, already feeling Kanai’s length growing hard in his sweats. It felt so prominent from the thin material of his own boxers, but not enough to satisfy. Just a tease.

“Oh, man, it’s gonna…Hh…feel so goHOuhd Hhah’AETSHH!” This time he aimed himself to the side, trying to have some shred of decency as this one sent his body rocking aimlessly against the other. His nose dripped and his mouth was so numb that he couldn’t even feel it. Kanai reached up and thoughtfully, wiped the ick from his face then onto the side of his pants.

“I concur,” his hand now slid up to grip the back of Al’s neck, his grasp was tight, sharp nails dug painfully into the flesh there. From two points of his head he was being forced in the position to stare at the light, that burning, triggering light. What was it about the brightness that just sent one into oblivion?

“Fuck, Nai…” he growled hoarsely, snuffling loudly afterwards. Alistar, in solid calculated motions, rolled his hips in tight circles wanting so badly to feel the slightly shorter man’s thick length, pulsating through him while his sinuses had their way with him. Kanai, on the other hand, as pheromones and hormones started to over take him, let go of the demon, momentarily. Only to pick him up by his thighs, shoving his laptop out the way using Al’s body, he forced him onto the table.

“Oooh some fire in your fucking loins…that’s it Nai, you want this….you want my cold…yo-HiH’AESSH’UE! Heh’TZsch!” Blasting inconveniently over Kanai’s face once more but this time the hellion simply licked the wet substance from his mouth. Unfazed by the assault.

“I want it…” the hound rumbled from deep within his chest as his hands began to claw the other’s boxers from off his body, tossing them across the room. Alistar sneered, sniffling twice, loudly to needlessly try and clear himself enough to breathe through his nose, watching Kanai through glossy, watering black holes. No such luck when he only found his snuffs increased the endless prickle that danced up and down his face and throat.

“Hh..hah..” Kanai crashed their mouths back together in an aggressive motion, swapping those fresh bacterium and swallowing the hellion’s incoming sneeze. So the hound thought. Yet through the roughened kiss, it persisted. His nose trickled between the mess of saliva that swapped between the two. Hands violently gripped at each other’s arms…legs…Kanai stood between the redhead’s thighs. He gripped them, almost for support, or almost, as if he intended to rip them clean off his friend’s body. Alistar groaned animalisticaly as he pulled on Nai’s lower lip. “Hheh’EZSCH!” Again, the onslaught of facial blows never ceased, it was certain within a few hours Kanai would be crawling out of his room with a fever that was inhuman. Al sat back to look upon the mess he made, chuckling with snarky satisfaction. Nai smirked, and brought up a thumb to wipe at the wet on his lip.

“So messy, you are, Alistar,” breaking the silence between the sound of staggered breaths.

“Just making sure I’m thorough, friend,” he winked his leaking blackened eye with a flirtatious smirk. The hound scoffed, and then he looked down at the red head’s exposed, hardened length, and swiftly, spit in his hand. Taking hold of the desperate cock, and slowly twisting his palm around it.

“Very kind..we don’t want to miss a bird…did I get that right?” Kanai’s voice was smooth, like room temperature butter onto crispy toasted bread. Almost like he became more composed as Alistar began to unravel.

“A-ah…yo-..hnn..sure did…” the red headed demon gritted through his clenched teeth now, hips involuntarily bucking against Kanai’s skilled working hand.

“Very good,” the hound whispered with a seductive husk, only causing the anti-Christ to slip further into pleasure as he released his control to him. He loosened under the sheer pleasant motions, his clogged up sinuses only turned harder against him. So they thought…If sneezes were sentient.

“Hah~…Hnn…Hh’HTSSCZH!” He flung a few inches forward by the sheer force of it, biting his lower lip hard he snuffed and snorted. “SNDF!” It felt so unbelievably good, a mini release as the hound tugged on his aching cock.

“Don’t waste them all before I’m even inside, Donnie…you’ll be very displeased,” licking his own lips now, Kanai was watching closely to the pleasant twists and turns of his partner’s pleasured expressions.

“Oh shit…don’t fuckin’ say tha—-HAH..TZSCHH!” Involuntarily another shot out, the more his pleasure increased it seemed the more persistent it became as Nai’s hand twisted, and squeezed around him. The Navy haired demon now slightly concerned his friend would run out of viral steam if he didn’t speed this up. To Al’s dismay, Kanai removed his hand long enough to pull his sweats down for just a few moments, as he untucked his own throbbing erection from behind the material.

“We shouldn’t waste anymore time, should we ?” Kanai taking his friend’s current state as a signal to move forward in the task at hand. Alistar’s experience. The red head was greeted with a sudden sense of clarity as his cock twitched in open air, he reached forward and gripped Kanai tightly by his left hip, bringing him closer. While looking down, he squinted a watering eye and then hocked a fat lump of spit across the tip of the other’s length.

Alistar reached down between them and took the moistened length in his open grip, sliding the saliva to coat it around every corner of the flesh, while Kanai’s head bobbed, struggling to stay upright in this motion. Eventually, the hound snapped his head back up, his gaze falling over Al’s as their eyes locked. He gripped the redhead’s flame cladden wrist and tossed it off his dick, before gripping Al’s thighs tightly. He spread them apart and pulled him closer to the edge of the table to expose his waiting hole.

“That’s right you’re going to fuck that tight ass, aren’t you, Nai?” It was hard to ignore his hormonal desires within, but they were burning like the many fires bursting inside of him. His nose continued to tickle, and he was closer to another. Almost he could taste it, metallic. He moaned low in his aching throat.

“I am…I need to now,” The hell hound grunted, jaw clenching as he pressed himself at Al’s entrance, prodding impatiently. Losing his sense of collectiveness he was nothing more than an animal subject to his natural desires.

“Yeah, Nai? You need to? Prove to me how bad you need it, my friend” Alistar reached up behind Kanai and gripped a handful of Navy blue locks, pulling their sweating foreheads together in a rough motion.

“With pleasure…Donnie..” Nai huffed breathlessly before he pushed himself fully inside, sheathed within the tightened entrance, and stayed soaking there as the redhead let out a hoarse grunt. “Come on Al, give it a go….” Slowly, at the pace of a sloth crossing the street he began to pull his length out and Al, between this pleasurable feeling and allowing the build within him rise, opened his jaw involuntarily.

“Eh’Hih’TSZZCH! HIH’T-CHS’UH!” In perfectly timed rhythm, Kanai pushed himself back in, and slammed full hilt.

“How’s it…A-Al?” He managed through a clenched jaw, his muscles flexing at the strain of such a tight fit.

“F-Fucking Amazi-ng…Nai…Don’t stop, I swea-Hh’hih… I’ll kill yo- H’TDZSCH! you…” like a broken dam, the flood gate came undone, he pushed his hips outward to meet with each powerful thrust, leg clasped around one of the hound’s rocking hips to forcefully increase the pace. “HARDER,” he hissed, to which the other hellion responded accordingly, with a breathless sneer.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied smoothly, if not with a slightly muted groan, his length felt incredible, tightened and squeezed so much more abruptly when the demon was fitting. “You’re so …much..tighter…Al…” he grunted as he continued to throw himself inside from each pull outward. His shaking grey hands gripped with an impeccably strong force against Al’s thighs, his skin there reddening with each passing second. It only added to the challenge as Nai’s grip made it harder for Alistar to meet each thrust, almost edging his impeding release.

“I can-… Huh’AESSH’ue! H’hH��EezSCH! can’t wait to feel you tomorrow…” continuing the thought regardless of the messy particles of spit and sick that spilled between then, hitting every square space of flesh within it’s wake.

“I’m…going to cum, Al,” the hound warned, his grip only getting tighter, his groin twisting as his hips began to thrust with less calculated movements. Alistar brought a hand behind Kanai, pushing him deeper, as if it were possible. Just brushing against his prostrate, Alistar took hold of his leaking, impatient cock and began to stroke to each thrusting motion.

“Just hold on…I’m almost..Al-m…Hh’Hah..” he now peered back up at the ceiling light, needing just a little help getting there…but ol’ reliable never fails as he felt that same, erotic, masterful feeling. Like when your foot falls asleep, that same static electricity that trickled through the nerves, but instead it’s in your face. The redhead stuttered, his body clenched as the onslaught of Kanai’s thrusting length struck his magic chord, and his hand tugged despairingly at his own overstimulated cock. “HH’HEHTZSCH!” A three in one opportunity, Alistar sneezed, and came hard in short strands all over his tired digits.

Kanai now, as well, grunting with force, hips slapping to full hilt before he spilled over inside the insistent demon. They both huffed, and puffed, Alistar sniffled, snorted and snuffed. “Snddddfff,”

“Well…” Kanai almost gasped, pulling his spent cock from the inside of his best friend’s now leaking hole. He leaned against the table, both palms gripping the edge as he caught himself up to sane levels of thought.

“Well….” The crimson haired demon replied with his own breathless expression.

“How was it?” Standing up straight, the hound now tucked his soaked, softening shaft back under the hem of his sweatpants, Al taking this opportunity to hop off the table and take hold of the water bottle he originally brought in.

“Phenomenal, Kanai, you gotta try that,” pausing between catching his breath to account his feelings on the experience.

“We shall see later this day, won’t we?” Responding in his usual dry, monotonous fashion, seemingly having regulated himself enough to speak more coherently.

“We shall…snnddfff..” regardless of the high he was currently riding, Alistar was still unrelieved of having this illness. Though he did feel a thousand times lighter the same way he did with Drae earlier. Ah yes, this was the life. Variety.

“I am not looking forward to that part though…” Kanai referred to the dripping of Al’s nose and wild sniffling to get any real sense of air.

“You get used to it…” the red head shrugged his shoulders simply, he began to work at the lid of his water bottle again, unscrewing it off completely with a twist of his index and thumb.

“Sure…I’m going to go shower now,” Nai much more exhausted now than he had been originally, turned from the chair and began to walk towards the hallway of rooms.

“Hmm..enjoy, I’m gonna chug the rest of this water and, try to sleep…” he yawned but it only all too quickly followed with a loud painful hacking cough. He hit his chest with a closed fist to clear his throat enough that he could take a sip of his water and sooth the onslaught.

“Good luck resting, Donnie,” Kanai yawned waving behind, stretching his shoulders before he turned in the direction of the hall.

“See you tomorrow to complete our research,” Al responded back, running his hand through sweaty locks of red hair.

“See you tomorrow,” And then the hell hound disappeared, retiring to clean himself up in preparation for the day’s later activities.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’ll have you know before I was even halfway done with this piece, Geezie came up with an idea for a FOURTH installment to this series….so yeah. It’s coming if you couldn’t tell behind Al and Nai’s conversation 🫣🫨 First accidental Snz Series when I had my first snz series planned already….but I guess I’ll just have to do both. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

what the fuck is the Wire Mother book. Sociology has lore now?

oh boy okay

so you remember the Divergent books? the YA boom of the early 2010's? The Wire Mother was one of those series. they turned the Harlow's monkey experiments into dystopia factions.

yeah. i know. bear with me

The first book, The Wire Mother (2010) is pretty standard YA dystopia fare. There's this girl named Leo Groves (the Leo's short for Leonore) who lives in the court of the Cloth Mother, a city where people live in comfort and camaraderie and a general vibe of hold hands around the campfire and sing, except for the people who die at random. This is accepted with unsettling what-can-you-do calm from the main characters. (Eventually, it's revealed that's happening because only a 1/5th of the food served in the city is real, so most of the people are dropping dead of starvation but their bodies are quickly hurried away as to not kill the vibe, so no one worries all that much about it).

Which could have been cool speculative fiction! A handy story about desensitization to violence or complacency or something. Unfortunately, this was 2010 YA, so the concept is quickly kicked under the bed in favor of. yeah. A love triangle. Leo, being a special little narratively significant thing, finds her way to the mysterious other city on the other side of her hometown, the court of the Wire Mother. And when she's there, she meets a boy. Coil 54810.

Coil goddamn 54810.

That brooding son of a bitch. His last name is 54810 because the concept of last names and family doesn't exist in the court of the Wire Mother, only functionality, so 54810 is just the number of Coils there's been in the city. He's not a clone or anything, it's just the amount of people who've had that name. It's like being named Jeremy 54810. Killer of plot pacing. Swoopy of hair. He would have deserved to be named Jeremy.

God, anyway, I'm talking a lot about this. Anyway: The Wire Mother is exactly as good as the average YA dystopia book from the time period. It has some high points (the Cloth and Wire mother are cool ominously looming entities, and the main antagonist Jane-Mary has a level of batshit mad science energy to her that makes her the most fun villain in the series) and some low points (the forced Romeo and Juliet references. the forced romance. It is so clear that Benjamin St. Jobs, the other guy in the love triangle, doesn't stand a chance, but we have to keep who-will-it-be-ing for so long anyway. And Coil's a dick), but it mostly just balances out.

There were three more books in the series. There was supposed to be four, but. Well

Anyway. Book Two, The Wire Mother: Hounds' Toll (2012), actually kind of slapped. It went to more tragic and horror-influenced places than the original book. One thing I'll give Angela Lee (the author) credit for: I don't think this was a sequel for the sake of having a sequel. I think that the series was always supposed to be a pentalogy.

Some of the stuff in this book has still stuck with me to this day- I have to hold myself back from adding ominously ringing church bells in so many of my projects. Also, it really filled out Leo Groves as a protagonist- I could take or leave her in the first book, but I started to genuinely like her by the second. And the stuff they do with Stellarose Ardent, her best friend turned rival... God, I could make a whole post about Stellarose Ardent.

this book series is good, readers thought. surely the third book will be as good if not better

THE THIRD BOOK WAS HELL. The Wire Mother: Ordained Voltage (2013)...I think it did everything wrong. There was a reason that there was a two year break between the first two books, and book three being out only a year after Hounds' Toll really shows.

It's incredibly rushed. Leo barely gets to do anything. Stellarose is killed off in the most unsatisfying way possible. And while it seemed like Book Two had neatly put the love triangle to bed, no! It claws its way out of its grave!! To torment me specifically!

The only good thing we got out of this car wreck is Anesthesia 3, lab rat girl and apocalypse maiden extraordinaire. I adore her. She's got real Fish Inside A Birdcage vibes. Everything else, though? Horrors.

But readers held out hope. At least the characters ended up trapped in an interesting setting at the end of book three. The merciless, multi-layered prison of Tithonus, the central antagonist of the series. It seemed like that was a good set-up for a prison escape storyline. Those have to be entertaining, right?

Somehow, some way, no. Book Four, The Wire Mother: Endless Sentence (2014) is not just bad. I could forgive bad. But it is bad, and it is boring.

so boring that I'm not even going to waste my words on it. It's a school night. I'm not staying up to describe that thing. The only interesting thing about it is how it could manage to be boring while being an homage to the fucking Stanford Prison experiments.

And that was the end of a lot of people's hopes for the Wire Mother series. Only one good book out of four isn't a great track record, you know? A lot of readers were willing to put Hounds' Toll down as a one-off.

Then, in November of 2014, the preview for Book Five, The Wire Mother: Quantum Claws came out. It was three chapters long. And people lost their shit.

First of all, it was good. Maybe as good as Hounds' Toll. Maybe better.

But more than that, it was a break from the relatively grounded, safe, company standard dystopia of the series. Because this bad boy was going to be about time travel. Tithonus, in his evil plans to live forever, had built a time machine and activated it just at the right moment when the plucky heroes were about to kill him once and for all.

Which seems like something that would be a train wreck, right? If this author can't handle the easy-to-please tropes of prison breaks and romance, what business does she have trying to handle a time travel story without completely fucking up the series?

And maybe that would have been true. But the first three chapters were insanely promising. They were refreshing, original- they got time travel. We were able to get characters like Stellarose and Jane-Mary and Turpentine back after the story cast them aside so soon. And it promised to really examine what Leo Groves meant for the book's world. So, hopes rose again.

Unfortunately, we'll never know if it would have been good or bad. The fifth book was never published. We don't know why. It was just promised, for months and months, and then. Poof. The updates stopped. It was gone.

And it haunts me. If you haven't stopped reading by now, you can probably tell that. The fandom was like a fraction of the size of the Divergent fandom, and I don't know anyone IRL who's read these things. I don't even know if I can or should recommend them.

But sometimes something doesn't have to be a literary masterpiece to burrow into your brain and not let go, I guess ASJSJS

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x10: Identity Crisis and 3x11: Point of No Return

SPOILERS BELOW

Let's not start kidnapping kids for experimentation. That's never going to go well

This show has progressively gotten greyer and it's so depressing. I want my sunshine back

Of course the Empire are experimenting on kids. "Oh we cAn'T fiNd EnOugH aDulTs. We juSt uSe cHilDrEn iNsteAd". 🖕

Ayyyyy Bane is back!

Well he didn't kill the parent so that's something

This is so depressing 😭

"I was following protocol". Everything that comes close to "good soldiers follow orders" makes me really sad

Have we met someone else called Jax? I swear we've heard that name before

The fact that they have 3 specimens but their specimen numbers are much higher than 3 does not make me feel good. What happened to all of the other ones???

"To retrieve it". "It". Literally just an object to Dr Arsehole over here

Trandoshan? Pirate? FUCK YOU CID FOR SPILLING ABOUT PHEE

"Let's just say I'm good at my job" suggests he has picked up a hell of a lot more than 3 kids so where are the others?!

NOT THE LULA DOLL

I feel like this is a good time to note that I still don't like Emerie. Her dedication to Hemlock and her involvement in the Empire up until this point outweigh all of her current actions for me. So no, I still don't like her.

"But what about Nala Se?" I hear you ask. Don't like her either! I respect that she's trying to protect Omega but the number of problems that lanky bitch has caused means that I'm not going to forgive her that easily

People really need to stop leaving the door to their ship open BECAUSE SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS

1600??? FOR FUEL?! BITCH THEY TRIED SELLING ECHO FOR 2000

Tbf with fuel prices the way that they are I shouldn't be surprised

NOOOOO NOT PABU 😭

DON'T LEAVE THE GOGGLES THERE

AND LULA TOO?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THAT'S NOT GOOD

Oof that little bit of Omega's theme really hits in the feels 🥲

Eliminate them? How about no

NOT THE MARAUDER

I KNOW IT WAS IN A TEASER CLIP BUT NOOOOOOOOO

You know what I'm suddenly very glad that the goggles and Lula were off the ship

Nah I don't like that Wrecker's down. He never goes down for long

"Search every domicile" Domicile? DOMICILE?! Now where have we heard someone use that term before...

The Kiners are really popping off with this soundtrack 🔥

Crosshair's little "uh huh" 😭

SOMEONE CALL ECHO FFS

How about no to the recapture plan

If CX-2 turns out to be Tech then we only have 4 episodes left to address that entire storyline and I don't know what to do with that information

Errrrrr Hunter's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Crosshair and Omega have been up to

Neither's Wrecker tbf

Or Echo

Anyway... Cross is going to have a fun time explaining that one

Echo's gonna get a fun call as well. "So errr... The Empire took over Pabu, Omega got herself recaptured by choice and the Marauder is in pieces so... can we get a lift please?"

FUCK CROSSHAIR MISSED THE TRACKER

Me after these episodes

Some solid episodes today. I really enjoyed them! Am I still annoyed that Echo is still stuck as someone to be name dropped but not actually put in the episode? Yes. But these were some strong episodes.

I'm still trying to compute how this is all going to get wrapped up in 4 episodes though. That's really not a lot of time. 😭

BINGO UPDATE

Only just clocked that I have "Batcher dies" written on it. When I wrote it I meant one of the Batch members. I didn't know we were gonna get a hound called Batcher 😅

[aylinhadtimeforthis]

Dead Poets Society As Dogs

so I'd come up with this concept a long while ago but decided to post it here bc why not so here goes lol

Neil: Brown Golden Retriever

I really tried going off their colour, size, shape language, vibes and personality and all that, and Neil DEFFO has golden retriever energy but the darker colour helps him contrast with Todd and also is in reference to his life and looks more

Todd: Cream Labrador

Honestly I don't know what other dog to have put for Todd this is the best fit I think He is calm and chill like labs but also wouldn't hesitate to defend his friends and stand his ground :)

Chris: Samoyed

I really didn't wanna put Chris as a light (esp white) coloured dog bc of her connotations with light colours but 😭 It literally fits so well hskdhbfjhds she looks so pretty I couldn't not do it :") and also there's not many darker dogs that fit her vibe :( She can still accessorize in darker colours tho ofc ofc

Ginny: Blue Heeler

Nah C'MON this is SUCH a Ginny dog like the bluish blackish warmish greyish patterns on the fur is like exactly what I think she'd wear and the dark round patterns are reminiscent to her dark wavy hair :)

Dalton: Husky-Chi

This was the only one that made a little sense to me tbh 😭 I literally tried looking for so many types of small dogs but they all looked weird and unfitting and wrong so this is the best I got 💀 Also apparently their personalities are quite unpredictable and "mystic" which I think matches pretty well with her impulsive and creative sense

Knox: German Shepherd Hound Mix

This is such a Knox dog omg look at him he's got the same cowardly mopey doe eyed look the lil freak always has I love him I esp wanted a dog that would be of a bigger build but more quiet and kinda scared looking like Knox is, and I think it worked p well with the hound addition bc german shepherds are guard and fighting dogs and the mix totally subverting that threatening appearance fits pretty well with Knox's lack of interest in getting involved with trouble or scuffs Also he looks like he'd give good hugs which :))))))

Pitts: Husky

THAT IS LITERALLY A PITTS DOG C'MON LOOK AT MY BOY THAT IS HIM I LOVE HIM

Meeks: Orange Poodle

Meeks would always accompany you and chill out with you but also judge you to the ends of hell and back and I feel like this is the right dog to convey that through Also it has his curly ginger hair :)

Cameron: Finnish Spitz

Who's a good pretty little bitch boy? You are yeah. Now THAT'S a Cameron dog if I've ever seen one istg it's got the colour the cut the expressions and everything- also there's this title of an article I found hsjkhsdjhfbjt-

-So true bestie too much crazy Cameron barking can be hazardous to your health anyway I hope you enjoyed this silly species-bend post or whatever one'd call it lol I just thought it'd be interesting to make :)

[tiredtogepi]

A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 5

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Sexual Tension | Fluff

Word count: 1444

You did actually quite well by yourself. You traveled a lot during the night and found Inn's and taverns to rest in the morning when most troublemakers had already left.

One morning as you were eating breakfast preparing yourself to head out some men came in with a familiar face. Arya Stark.

"Arya!" You ran to meet her.

"Sabrina? I thought you were still in King's Landing."

"And I thought you were dead!" She took her time to explain what had happened to her. Two men approached you explaining what their group called 'The Brotherhood' was going to take her in exchange for gold. Arya seemed healthy and the men seemed honest to what they were saying. You decided to join them on the journey to the north.

Suddenly more men came inside

“Look what we found!” They brought a big man with a cloth covering his face. You knew who it was before they showed his face. Arya took your arm trying to lead you outside.

"You found the Stark bitch!" He said he saw her first as she was trying to pass by him.

"Don't you call her that!"

"Sabrina Arryn, finally left the Red Keep." He looked nothing like he did before. All of the respectful and manners were gone. You realized now maybe a lot of the moments you had read as ‘kindness’ were probably just the fact that he was respecting your title.

The brotherhood took him to the cave or whatever weird nomadic place they were sleeping at. They accused him of many crimes that you haven't heard of, and it did shock you that he didn’t care much if they believed him or not. It was like you could finally see who The Hound was.

"You killed my friend!" Arya yelled.

"They were orders from the king." He replied. The men made him fight against their leader, Beric, as a trial. You had never seen a magical flaming sword, but Beric used it well. It was obvious that The Hound was scared, but still he was able to win, and go free.

You talked to Arya for the rest of the night, she explained how she started to hate The Hound and most of the people in King's Landing. You agreed that most were awful and you were sad that she had to go through all that by herself.

Camping in the woods with a bunch of fire worshippers wasn’t the ideal but, you felt the freedom of being away from all the royal court rules. You borrowed some clothes, pants, a shirt, and thick chest piece armor. You kept your dress in a bag on your horse. For protection you didn’t care much about swords because it was heavy and hard to maneuver, but small knives worked better in your opinion since most men want to come close and grab women anyway.

After being on the road for some time your group met a red witch that took Arya's friend. She wasn't so happy about that and quickly talked to you about a plan to run away. Some time later you took a horse and made a signal for her to run. She ran to the woods, you ran after her, but instead of finding her alone, you met him once again.

"Let her go Clegane!" You didn't hesitate to pull your dagger out

"You think that little thing is gonna do me any damage now?" He scoffed. "I'm taking her to her brother to collect some coins. You can fuck off!" He never spoke to you like that. Of course he couldn't, he's not even a knight, so he wouldn't act like that in the Red Keep.

"Asshole!" You weren't going to leave Arya alone with him.

He took her on his horse and you followed behind them.

"You should be thankful it's me who caught you, there are far worse men than me out there." He explained trying to make it a more peaceful ride. Arya didn't trust him and neither did you.

That night you and Arya slept together on one side of the fire while The Hound slept on the other side. You woke up to Arya grabbing a rock and lifting up to the big man's face.

"Do it." He said it with his eyes still closed "I'll give you one chance."

“It’s not worth it. Better to let him take us to your brother first, then we can get rid of him” Arya put the rock down. The Hound was a little shocked with what you just said, he didn’t think you could be this cold.

After riding the whole day you noticed a storm was forming and luckily you had spotted a small cottage down the road.

"Maybe we can rest there for the night." You signaled ahead

"I got no coins" He turned his horse around.

"I have it." You said going ahead with your horse.

A very old grandma opened the door. The three of you were taken by surprise.

"Hello, we are seeking a room to spend the night. It's just me, my father and his new wife." Arya explained as you tried to smile and nod to that idea.

"Oh yes, come in! The room upstairs is a little small, but the couple will be fine in there. The little one can stay in the room downstairs."

"We would prefer to stay toge-" You tried to explain

"Nonsense! A married couple should sleep together, alone and unbothered! You already have a daughter. I'm sure you can't wait for a son!" Arya looked at you, but the woman was already taking your hand to show you to the room. It was a small room, there was a fireplace, a bed, and a small table with a mirror and chair.

"Enjoy your evening." She closed the door as you and The Hound stood there awkwardly.

He sighed and started to remove his armor. He was left only in his undershirt and slacks. He pulled the covers and laid on the bed. You kept trying to find a comfortable way to undress. You turned your back to him, lowered your pants, and removed your chest armor. The shirt from underneath was long enough to reach your thighs. So you felt decent enough considering he had seen you in less clothing before.

You didn't know, but he had his eyes on you the whole time. You went around the bed towards the small table, opened the drawer and found a hair brush. You brushed your hair in front of the mirror and many times would catch him staring.

"What are you looking at?" You turned around, but he just looked away.

"Put more wood in the fire." He demanded.

"I preferred the way you talked to me in the palace." You mumbled as you grabbed some wood from the side of the fireplace. He slightly pressed his lips together knowing that he didn’t have to be this harsh with you.

“We’re not in the palace anymore, are we?” He just couldn’t help it. You made him too frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

As you stood there in front of the light of the fire, your dress became see through and your entire silhouette was visible.

"That's enough wood." His tone was still serious, but more relaxed, not tense like it was before. You made your way back to the bed and laid next to this man who you had mixed feelings about. It was strange to share a bed. Awkward and full of tension.

"I just want to clarify... That day was a mistake. I thought I would die, got completely drunk and lonely and-"

"Horny." He added. You froze for a second.

"Yes, that too... I would never do something like that again, call a strange man to my chambers?! What a horrible idea." You tried to clear the air between you two.

"I'm the fucking strange man?" He laughed.

"You always were, I just thought I knew you when I didn't." You looked at him, meeting his eyes that were previously on you. You were frustrated, you felt like a silly little girl who starts having feelings for the first man she gets attention from.

"Aye, you don't fucking know me. But I didn't deflower you like you begged me to." He grunted and turned away.

He was right. You were angry and blamed him for not taking advantage of you. That's why you couldn't decide what your opinion was about him. You wanted him to want you, but you knew if he had laid with you in bed that day, you would be disappointed as well.

[nyaagolor]

while we're being haters i think it would do the aa fandom good to get even a passing familiarity with classic detective fiction. every time someone on the reddit calls a plot point bad writing and it just turns out to be a basic genre convention another bit of my sanity slips away. i don't even need people to like it, i just need them to know what they're saying before they say it. be a hater but be an informed one lol

Your first mistake was going to reddit for anything fandom related

Jokes aside, I think context (both literary and cultural) is something that I've seen missing from a lot of discussion. Ace Attorney is very unique in the sense that there is a LOT of information about the games' development and influences-- plus the small team for the trilogy means that individual touches are fully on display. The interviews with the devs are a genuine treasure trove into the meanings / themes / context surrounding the games and Takumi practically has a reading list of the things that heavily influenced the games' writing and I've seen like. Maybe one person even mention it in analysis??? Which is insane

Oddly enough I saw this notif while reading through Hound of the Baskervilles because I am woefully uninformed about detective fiction as a whole and am trying to remedy that. I can't comment too much about the genre conventions of detective fiction and the direct influences that they had on Takumi because I'm unfamiliar with it, but I do agree that it's an aspect sorely missing from analysis of the franchise. There's probably a point to be made about Ace Attorney being a VN and by extension being more entrenched in the game / VN / anime analysis space, but that's a point I am currently too tired to make

Anyway, obsessed with the phrasing of your last point because I agree completely. I am 100% fully a hater but I think it's important as a hater to be both well-informed and acting in good faith. You need to know what you're talking about and give things a fair shake... and then you can be a little bitch about it

[hannahwatcheshorror]

FRANKENSTEIN (1931)

A feel-good classic horror about a doctor who is absolutely not insane, he just wants to bring a fully undead fellow to life (no big deal). This black & white creature feature might just have you feeling bad for The Monster!

(Trigger warning: child death)

⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

The movie starts out with our man Frankenstein (who is the doctor, not the monster, let’s not get into that argument since it’s right there in the credits) already snatching bodies left and right to stitch together his perfect man (Rocky Horror Picture Show, anyone?). There is a big emphasis on him being proud he created the creature with his own two hands, very much Doc Frank wanting to be a mom so bad (I mean a God (which some moms might find similar)). His fiancée and her little bitch boy, I mean her best friend who is totally in love with her, come along to check on him but end up watching The Monster™ be created and therefore could no longer call Doc Franky-poo crazy (because stealing dead bodies is totally sane).

Anyway, lightning! And bam! Life! Because of ultraviolet rays and the life ray that came from a thunderbolt. Sure. Science. I digress. We finally meet the man of the hour, who is really a man only hours old, and he is ADORABLE. Honestly, he is an enormous being with a child brain and sad eyes. I wanted to protect him the moment he turned around (after walking backwards through the door). AND ALMOST IMMEDIATELY they start to torture him because they scare him with fire and our best boy fights back when they lunge on him.

Suddenly chained up in the literal dungeon, The Monster, AKA Green Goobley, is being whipped and scared with fire by Frankenstein's assistant (who has a hump on his back but isn’t named Igor, I guess something was on the Fritz). I don’t even think Green Goobles is a day old at this point but he turns on the assistant and kills him (shocking that he didn’t want to be tortured anymore). Dr. Frankie literally only now thinks to himself, “Maybe I’ve gone too far…” Which is sort of hilarious when you think about it, smart people can be really dumb sometimes.

Frankenstein Sr. and the fiancée (Elizabeth) arrive because their timing is piss poor but they scurry out and think all is well… Until the wedding day and Beth has basically a common sense premonition that things aren’t actually okay at all (and she is right!) Our Green Mister Man is making his way towards the town and he stops by a little girl's house, she offers him flowers which he cautiously accepts. He is delighted by the look and smell, even smiling for what may be the first time in his entire existence but a miscommunication during their playtime leads to him throwing the girl in the water. The girl calls out in distress before she is below the surface for good and our boy is immediately stressed, he doesn’t know what to do, he runs, and it almost seems like he is looking for help but cannot find any. This death triggers the manhunt that will eventually kill The Monster who never wanted to be a monster.

The whole town is looking for him, just like in REVENGE OF THE CREATURE only instead of carrying flashlights they held fiery torches and bellowing hound dogs. The chase led them to a mill where our simple boy turned killer became trapped as they burned the building down around him. The townsfolk were even smart enough to stay behind to make sure he didn’t slip out while they weren’t looking (so we don’t have a HOUSE OF WAX 1953 situation on our hands). Finally you KNOW I gotta call shenanigans for Dr. Frankenstein still being alive at the end of the movie after rag-dolling off of the windmill so viciously BUT it was a cute ending so I’ll give it to them, classic and classy. (“Here’s a jolly good health to Young Frankenstein”)

Underneath that gruff exterior of The Monster was a man who had feelings, something that the good doctor seemed to overlook about his own creation. Our green boy craved input as well as kindness, without it he was just a large body with a criminal's brain that they kept locked in the cellar. It was no wonder the poor man went coo-coo bananas! But really, Frankenstein misunderstood the most incredible thing about his work, which was not just that he created life, but that it was feeling. He allowed his former assistant to torment his “experiment” and it drove him mad quickly. This was a beautiful but tragic movie for our creature as he was just trying to live and understand his new (and often painful) life.

[powderblueblood]

I hope this isn't too random but I really like your taste in movies and media and one of my favourite movies ever is Dogfight (1991) with River Phoenix (which I think you'll like if you haven't seen it already) and I love the idea of a Dogfight AU with Eddie or maybe Steve. It's pretty convenient that the lead character's named Eddie in the film too lol. Anyway, I'm not making a request or anything like that I just wanted to say that ever since I started following your blog I've felt that you're the perfect kind of writer to do a story like that. I watched the movie again a few days ago and I was reminded of your blog and I kept thinking oh man if anyone could get this AU down the right way it would be powder

so I want to preface this with telling you that I hadn’t seen dogfight when I received this ask but I read this and I was like you know what. I’ve got nothing on this morning lets pop in a movie

and jesus christ anon, have you ever got my number. i really, really liked it. took a few notes during. this was one of them

and i also got to thinking about this little sketch-- i mean, i have a bias towards wisecracking tragedy boy eddie munson lets be so serious, so i watched it with him in mind. (i also think there's such fertile real estate with steve as berzin-- i wanna talk about the marcie of it all with him!)

but you've got eddie, okay, eddie with a crew cut and a malaise that seems boyish but isn't. in boot camp, they cut off one of the last things that made him him (his hair, i am always thinking about his hair) and dressed him up to send him off to die.

on the one hand, he's dabbled in the counterculture by virtue of being an outsider all his life (he knows the war is fucked); on the other, he doesn't want to be a draft dodger like his father. the more he's surrounded by something like the rigidity and after-dark feral lost boy-ishness of the marines, the easier it becomes to surrender to it. forget himself. make a bunch of jarhead buddies and put money on a dogfight.

they're calling for okinawa in the morning. he's got twelve hours in frisco and a mission to find the ugliest date that he can.

and then he meets you.

you, and you are sweet and weedy in nature with a guitar in your hand, with hands you hold like there oughta be rosary beads webbed between your fingers. your shrine to joan baez and odetta holmes on the wall of your bedroom in the apartment above the diner that he stumbles into, sweating and desperate and running low on that classic munson charm, trying to find the gnarliest bitch hound in all of san francisco.

your hair is a little too done up in a poor imitation of girls in the magazines and you move your body like it's a constant obstruction, apologetic to everyone in your path. you're perfect-- for this. he asks you to a party, a party set up to humiliate you and amuse him and that's all well and good until--

you pluck off the chords of dink's song and you remind eddie of something he'd tried to beat down, you pressed little flower you.

and this eventual exchange.

'what are you grinnin' about?'

'i was just wondering what you'd look like with your hair a little longer and without that bruise on your face...'

sweetheart, i need to have a fucking LIE DOWN. this really might end up on my WIPS by VIRTUE OF THIS ASK ALONE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE! I LOVE YOU

[be-my-ally]

hello! i’ve been seeing a reference to a coke bottle in some elvis fics (lol) and i was wondering if you could explain the origin of that please ☺️

hello!!! darling anon!! i feel privileged to be the person you chose to ask!!!

So we’ve gotta go right back in time to explain why the coke bottle references are frequent and (ever present) in fics. So back to ‘55-57 - Elvis was coming under pressure for his ‘obscene’ dancing; The New York Daily News declared that Elvis was ‘suggestive and vulgar, tinged with the kind of animalism that should be confined to dives and bordellos’. Ed Sullivan was refusing to host him on his show until he saw the success after his Milton Berle performance although he was still reluctant after watching his suggestive wiggling (lol). He told reporters Elvis ‘wasn’t fit for family entertainment.’ But nonetheless invited him on for three performances; on his third appearance he was censored from the waist up to prevent such uhhh…. swinging body parts. (below: milton berle show hound dog performance)

Or as Elvis puts it himself much later ‘I was a little, bitty guy with a shaky leg. So, Ed sullivan saw me and said, "Mmm, son of a bitch." Anyway, they put me on TV and filmed me from the waist up.’ (below: ‘waist up’ performance of don’t be cruel on the ed sullivan show jan ‘57)

But where the coke bottle comes into all of this is that Ed Sullivan is quoted as saying;

“He’s got some kind of device hanging down below the crotch of his pants–so when he moves his legs back and forth you can see the outline of his cock. … I think it’s a Coke bottle. … We just can’t have this on a Sunday night. This is a family show!”

Whether he actually said such a statement is a little unclear to me - so whether this is true or simply part of the rumour mill that mirrors the shock at his uhhhh gyrations and ‘revelatory outline’ is uncertain.

Marlo Lewis, Ed Sullivan’s producer, quotes a conversation where a musician came to Ed and said not to put Elvis on the show anymore because he’s a bit too much - when Ed questioned what he meant by this apparently he responded, ‘Well, Elvis does this shaking of the legs and playing his guitar, and he’s now hanging a Coke bottle inside of his pants so that when he wags his legs it looks like part of his organ has grown quite a bit.’

Thus the rumour of Elvis’ swinging coke bottle was born.

(At least….that’s where I believe the references to him being hung like a coke bottle comes from lol - if anyone else has any further knowledge or quotes pls let us know!)

here’s some pics for you to decide for yourself - is it a coke bottle, is it his cock?