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[arthaven-hina]

Self Defense Tips from Aboard the Fool's Errand!

If you go wooden in a fight, that's on you (Thanks, Rhea)

If it's you or them, make sure it's you (Thanks, Vlad)

Also, keep your focus and be present (Wow you really miss teaching already, huh, Vlad?)

You have a right to protect yourself and your safety, whether that means biting the thing in front of you until it stops or scaring it off (Thanks Kombu!)

Talk to your mentor about the whole squaring up with death thing (... not a bad idea thanks Kombu)

✓ Read at 1:00 pm

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[ghcstao3]

Johnny grows up listening to stories about the Ghost of the forest that surrounds his village.

A myth, a man, an otherworldly creature, no one quite knew what Ghost was. But as far as the tales went, Ghost was an evil entity, no matter of what genre, that haunted the woods and had nothing but bad intentions. A supposedly horrifying being, a powerful being, that did not take kindly to intruders. By magic, or something far, far worse, it is said that many who have attempted to seek Ghost out seldom returned, or if they did, they were never the same. If one went with offerings for Ghost, then the creature might be inclined to enact a singular kindness, one favour of goodwill, but like the tides Ghost's mood could change in an instant, and all his rare generosity would be instantaneously revoked.

It takes being one of the fools that attempts to find Ghost for Johnny to learn these stories are filled with nothing but falsities.

When Johnny's mother falls ill one autumn and not one of the village doctors is able to help her, Johnny decides to do the unadvisable thing of trekking into the forest to search for Ghost, and pray that he should be one of the lucky ones to be afforded Ghost’s good fortune. If human remedies and medicine are not of use, then perhaps magic could serve as a cure. So Johnny thinks, anyway.

He nearly gets lost several times over before he eventually comes across a homely-looking cottage that is far from the expectations he'd had set by the various stories meant to keep village children out of the forest. Smoke curls lazily out of a chimney, ivy creeps over stone and mortar, moss eats up the worn path leading to the front door. It doesn't... appear particularly menacing, so Johnny isn't at all dissuaded from making his approach and knocking on the old wooden door.

It would be at this cottage that he would, in fact, find Ghost.

But it would also be at this cottage that Johnny would learn that Ghost is merely a man only a few years older than him, a man named Simon, who is not at all evil and not at all magic and not at all the grotesque creature he was said to be.

Over tea Simon would explain to Johnny that when he was a boy he’d been cast out of the village, painted as a monster by all the townsfolk after his home had caught fire and, unfortunately, killed his family—save for him. They’d accused him of witchcraft, magic-use, demonic possession, and sent him out into the forest to die. But Simon is resilient, and Simon is smart, and yes, he does have something that will help Johnny’s mother. He’s far more advanced than those village doctors ever would be.

Johnny wants to ask more questions, wants to get to better know Simon, wants to know how all those legends came about—but soon enough the sun is due to set, and Simon is sending him away with an elixir and some herbs, and Johnny has to say goodbye.

He’d return one day, though, he promises himself. Because Simon seems lonely, and Johnny just simply cannot have that.

[lilbittymonster]

how would a complete complete beginner get into gpose? like how to make npcs appear and pose my oc with them?

love your blorbos and the triad and your gposes and writing btw. thank you and pls keep creating <333

Hi, anon! Thank you so much, that's so sweet 💜

So, I may have gotten a little carried away, but I wanted to be thorough responding and I thank you for your patience. This is going under a readmore out of courtesy to the dashboard.

To start out you'll need to download some stuff.

Programs

Anamnesis:

Install: download

This is an entirely self-contained program, and you could technically stop here and do all your posing from Anamnesis, I know several people who prefer it. It’s perfect for posing with humanoid models, minions, and mob creatures.

The biggest downside is that if you don’t have a second monitor (or have a really small screen like I do), it’s going to get in the way of a lot of your posing. It gets pretty fiddly having to readjust the camera around the doll and move the screen aside so you can see what you’re doing. So if that’s going to be an issue for you, I would also recommend using….

Ktisis:

Install: download

You will also need to install the FFXIVQuicklauncher, which is linked in the Ktisis instructions. It’s a bit more work to set up, but if you think you’ll want to try out using mods, Penumbra works on the same framework and this will save you a bit of hassle later on.

Ktisis operates within gpose from a little dropdown bar on the side of your screen, and the biggest difference is that it puts the skeleton directly over the models in 3D instead of a flat view. It does still have a flat view option, but I am much more 3D oriented so having the skeleton visible right under my cursor works better for me. It’s also helpful for showing all the special bones on monsters and bosses that Anam doesn’t!

I am also currently using the testing build version of Ktisis as it offers the ability to select multiple bones at a time, which I don’t believe the current public release has. This can be turned on by right clicking on the plugin and selecting “receive plugin testing versions”.

There is a third posing program called Brio, and it requires the same level of install as Ktisis, but I personally don’t like using it. I find the posing interface unwieldy and at a beginner level, it really cannot offer you anything that Anamnesis and Ktisis already don’t. The only thing it would be absolutely necessary for is to spawn in actors through Anamnesis.

So now that we’ve got the programs installed, time to get some actors in here.

Importing Characters

You can get characters into gpose one of two ways. You can rock it old school and load a character file onto a pre-existing model, or you can spawn a new one digitally within gpose.

Old School Method:

Use an overworld model! I’m just going to borrow this Temple Knight real quick-

-and now I have successfully freed Aymeric from his office. Time for a lunch date!

If you don’t have any overworld models to use, like in instanced areas such as dungeons, you can use a carbuncle instead.

Using the powers of arcanima-

-I have now brought Estinien into the realm of the Fuath. And he thought the moogles were bad...

New School Method:

In the Ktisis testing workspace, there’s a little plus icon at the bottom left hand corner.

“Create new actor” will make a clone of your model with all the same gear and physical appearances. You can then load a character file onto that of your choice, or you can customise it from there. “Import actor from file” will skip right ahead to loading in a premade character file you’ve saved as it spawns a new model.

Importing/Exporting Character Files

Character files are how your appearance, gear, and weapons are all stored to be loaded in onto an actor. These will appear in your program save files as a .chara file. Anamnesis and Ktisis should create their own save files and will automatically save character and pose information to those locations. You can also check to see that they saved correctly by opening up your files directory and tracing the file paths.

In the “Character” tab in Anamnesis, select the actor of your choice, hit “Import”, and select your file. The dropdown menu gives you some options for what specific parts of a character file you want to import. There’s also the option to import game NPCs.

In Ktisis, right click the actor and select “Import…” then “Character”.

This will bring up the import screen, where you have the same choice between files saved to your computer or NPCs from the game.

Changing Gear

Changing gear can be done through Anamnesis simply by clicking on the item slot in the appearance tab, and you’ll get a list of everything that can be equipped into that slot. Ktisis will require you to right click on an actor and select “Edit appearance” before giving you a similar menu.

This is one of Anamnesis’ biggest selling points because it has the most robust gear filtering and search system of the three posing programs. You can filter by class, job, race/genderlocked gear, items that are Mogstation purchases, and save favourites to the top of each list.

Ktisis and Brio do not have this feature, so I really recommend doing all of your gear searching through Anamnesis unless you know exactly what the gear piece is called.

If you change your mind mid-pose that you want a different piece of gear, changing the equipment in Ktisis will not break the pose, but trying through Anamnesis will.

Posing

Now that you’ve got your dolls in place, it’s time to actually start posing! Like I said above, Anamnesis is mostly a flat view of the skeleton, and Ktisis has the skeleton visible in 3D on the model, so choose which format works with your brain easiest. (And they both can swap formats as well.)

The red/blue/green gizmo is the same across all three posing programs, and comes in three modes; rotate, position, and scale. Body bones will all be manipulated through rotation. Scaling can be done if you want to change how a body part looks and is especially helpful for fixing elbows. Facial bones, however, will need to be moved in position mode due to the new graphical update. And this is really why I recommend you use Ktisis testing build as this gives you the ability to select multiple bones at once to move in tandem.

The easiest way to start learning to pose is by modifying the existing emotes and actions. Cycle through the various emotes and job actions to find something that gets you close to what you want, and then make minor tweaks from there. It’s not impossible to pose from a base standing idle, but it is a pain and takes a lot longer.

Before you can start repositioning bones, you’ll need to toggle “Posing Mode” on. In Anamnesis, this is in the “Pose” tab, and in Ktisis it’s the red/green toggle at the top. You’ll also need to pause character movement in gpose (freeze character).

If you plan on moving models around in the XYZ coordinates instead of leaving them where they are in gpose (especially since the digital actors will spawn directly on top of you), you will need to freeze positions as well. This is found in the top right corner of the “Action” tab in Anamnesis.

In Ktisis, the "Freeze Positions" button is under the character editor. Right click on your character, choose "Edit appearance", then under the animation tab (third from the left), check "Freeze Positions".

Importing/Exporting Poses

Another place where Ananmesis shines is having all of the vanilla pose variations for all of the races and genders available as pose files to be uploaded. This is in the second file button, underneath the list of your original files.

Note: All default expressions currently in Anamnesis are out of date. Take the time to go through the expressions in gpose and save each face individually to be loaded on separately as expressions.

This is the same process as importing/exporting characters. Poses will be saved as a .pose file to the program of your choice. If you’ve downloaded pre-made poses from someone else, make sure they’re in the program files and not your downloads folder just to keep everything in one place.

Note: Pose files from before Dawntrail will break expressions. These should only be imported on body bones.

Loading Select Bones

You can piece together new poses using bits of old ones, too! In Ananmesis, click and drag to highlight the parts you want to transfer (it can be a little finnicky around the hands/hips.)

And in Ktisis, right click select down the list of bones you want to use.

Expressions will always need to be loaded onto a model as selected bones. Anamnesis has the “Expression” option, which will automatically select all the bones on the head parent.

Ktisis will need to have the “Face” option ticked on the “Import Pose” if you’re importing from the actor’s name. If you’ve clicked the parent you want to apply it to, it will automatically tick “Apply selected bones”.

The ideal order of operations is Load Actors > Load Gear > Posing Mode.

Miscellaneous Tips and Tricks

-Ktisis lets you import reference images now! In the same place as importing a new character, you can import a reference image to be on the screen with you instead of tabbing between the game and browser.

-If you like the pose you get while riding a particular mount and think “wow I wish I could have that as a normal sit pose” you can just fire up your program of choice, freeze motion, and save the bones! My personal fave is the sit from the hippo cart mount.

-Don’t rotate your model from the root bone (the one that’s named after the actor), rotate from the abdomen. This will still move your whole actor without compromising the XYZ alignment. Think of the root bone as the little plastic support stand for an action figure you’d put on a shelf. You can pose the action figure however you want, but the plastic stand still has to stay touching the table.

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That’s it for what I would consider getting started with. A lot of this is stuff I’ve had to learn myself or piecemeal together from various people, so I hope it’s not too overwhelming, but if I can save someone else the hassle I went through then I will!

My final piece of advice is to remember that this is supposed to be fun. If it’s starting to become not fun, take a break and do something else that isn’t gposing for a bit and come back to it.

Wishing you the best of luck in your gposing journey!

[perasperaadpasta]

I have no empathy for Good Omens or Sandman or whatever other Gaiman work fans who 1. just cannot help making the allegations about themselves and 2. are genuinely heartbroken to the point of being unwilling to reasses their attachment to these works (these usually overlap).

When I found out an author I was obsessed with, whose works I read nearly in their entirety and voraciously, whose stories inspired me and filled my imagination for years, turned out to be a paedophile who abused her children, facilitated the abuse of multiple others by her also paedophile husband, and raped her daughter, none of that... mattered anymore. How could it possibly?

I'm talking about Marion Zimmer Bradley, if her rap sheet isn't familiar. Having grown up a nerd who could read at highschool level at 7, and who was, at 12, already sick of how male-centered fiction (and particularly fantasy, my favorite genre) was, discovering The Mists of Avalon was a revelation. The pointedly anti-Christian, unapologetically female-centered narrative was a near-spiritual balm for a closeted lesbian kid in a Catholic small town.

I read all of her Arthuriana books and all of her Darkover series I could find. I'm interested in Arthuriana to this day because of the point of view she offered. The possibility of shifting the male gaze pervasive in art to a female view from within was so instrumental to how I approach art at all. And this is, of course, not pioneered nor exclusive to Bradley, but it was my introduction to it, to this critical and yet respectful framework of experiencing art.

And yet. When I learned what she'd done, it fundamentally and irrevocably changed what she'd said.

Is it really still a work of feminist expression if composed by a rapist? I cannot reconcile the thought that the most execrable creature in feminist thinking can be capable of anything but farcical, hypocritical emulation of sincerity, convincing as it may be. It cannot possibly be earnest and its pretense is pervasive. Even if the story was otherwise so good, so entertaining that its message could be sidelined, there's hardly a lack of that that makes this particular one indispensable.

My admiration for her is all revulsion now. I have no interest in what this sort of thing has to say about anything, safe for possibly in the context of criminal psychology.

I will never reread it. I will never recommend it as entertainment and least of all feminist entertainment.

And here's the thing, this wasn't life-ruining for me. This did not hurt me personally. My world didn't shatter, it didn't even crack. Important as it may have been, the loss of a THING, a book, ONE story in a world so saturated with them several hundred lifetimes wouldn't suffice to know them, is not a loss I would ever have the self-indulgent embarrasment of mourning. It was what it was once, and it is what it is now.

The only people who were hurt were her victims.

Absolutely no exceptions. It's vulgar to a degree I can't wrap my head around to consider otherwise.

[sea-lanterns]

I’m imagining all the super tall and stoic ladies (Arlecchino, Sara, Shenhe, etc.) just absolutely melting when they see their newborn child for the first time. Even Arlecchino, who already has several children, still fails to hold any resistance to the sense of awe that comes over her when she meets her newest child.

This is not helping my baby fever, anon ( • ᴖ • ｡ )

Just imagining these tall, intimidating women holding their tiny newborn child for the first time has me writhing around on the floor. I need to take a moment to compose my thoughts, hold on…

sfw under the cut

Arlecchino is no stranger to newborn infants, however; this time it’s different as it’s her newborn infant. Her baby. The baby she had with her gorgeous wife, (you) and was currently squirming around in her arms like the little bundle of joy it was. Usually Arlecchino is able to keep her calm considering she’s held countless of babies before, yet this time it felt different.

How could this tiny, small, creature possibly come from Arlecchino? It was so small and…innocent. It has Arlecchino stunned silent as she cannot believe this beautiful child came from the love of you and her. Her child.

Like instinct, Arlecchino already knows how to properly hold it, feed it, and cradle it in her arms as she looks up at you with the most admiring of eyes. She looks beyond pleased as you lay there in your bed, exhausted from the fruits of your labor as she presses a kiss to your temple, wiping the sweat off your brow and cooing.

“Thank you for being them into the world, my love. They’re absolutely precious.”

The sight of Arlecchino’s black, clawed arms gently rocking your newborn infant has you smiling despite your exhaustion. The father already having fallen in love with the tiny creature in her hands and welcoming the small child into your family.

When Sara’s first newborn was born, she was beyond nervous. She was unsure how her tengu blood would mix in well with yours, and was worried her first child might end up getting teased simply for looking a bit different.

But the moment you handed her a small bundle of heat, Sara practically froze. It was comedically adorable how your newborn had two little chicken wings (without feathers) protruding from the back as a result of Sara’s tengu blood. Sara couldn’t help but admire the adorable little wings, giving them a little poke to watch them twitch and flutter.

Sara is in love. She’s so in love. Tengu babies were so rare, and yet; here she had one in her arms, one of her own flesh and blood. She’s so grateful to you for bringing this baby tengu into the world with her, and she immediately cuddles up to you, shielding your small family in her massive wings, as she smiles and rubs a damp cloth across your face.

“You did so well, dear. Take a rest, you made the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and deserve it…”

Shenhe was probably the most nervous out of these three. Despite being so calm and collected on the surface, inside the woman was freaking out because her wife had just gone into labor and Shenhe was terrified she would accidentally crush her baby if she held it in her arms.

Poor Cloud Retainer and Ganyu have to help her keep calm or she’d accidentally destroy the hospital. She was just a shaking mess and it took her a while before she could enter the delivery room and help you manage through the labor process. Once her nerves have been steeled however, Shenhe is rewarded with a tiny bundle of joy swaddled up in a cocoon of blankets. Her child had finally come.

She will be hesitant at first to even be near it, afraid her bloodlust energy would scare her baby and make it cry. But after some soothing words of encouragement from you, Shenhe hesitantly holds the frail infant in her arms, literally holding her breath as she was afraid of even breathing on it.

“…It’s so small.” Shenhe whispers under her breath, looking up at you with eyes filled with wonder “…It’s…mine?”

When you nod to confirm that the baby was indeed hers, Shenhe immediately snuggles the infant close. Not another word to be said for several, long, minutes.

[alextydaisuda123]

Pizza Tower AU- Cloud Tower

"WARNING!": A LOT OF TEXT

A new AU that didn't take long to wait. To be honest, this idea came up spontaneously and additionally for several reasons, one of which is my childhood dream of having wings (and over the years my dream hasn't faded, which is surprising, usually my dreams fade after 5 years or a little more). Before I start talking about this world, a couple of additional words. A huge thank you to Emily (@creat0rstudi0) for helping me with this AU: she helped with the design of Peppino and Gustavo, from whom I pushed off and created images for others, painting everyone choosing a good palette for them (don't worry, I also painted the characters myself, Emily just gave a clearer palette than me, so I will show you 2 versions of painted characters), and also helped a little with information about the bosses. Well, now let's go.

Cloud Tower is an AU where instead of the earth there are small floating islands, platforms, and the space around is an endless sky, which is both a home and a grave. If you break your wings and fall, there is only a small chance that your body will fall on some island or platform, or if someone notices you falling, and if this is not the case, then consider that you will fall endlessly for the rest of your life (or until your corpse is cut by the air). And also (almost) everyone has wings. There are those who were born without them, or with them, but because of their problems (they grew together incorrectly or broke unsuccessfully) are disabled, roughly speaking. Also, someone may have additional plumage (in their hair, on their body, etc.) in addition to their wings. And yes, since the climate in their world is not so simple, many fly in warm clothes. There is also magic here, but it is hidden either in artifacts or in some creatures, since the world itself is also magical in its own way (after all, the food here is alive, lol). A few words about the tower. There is a certain atmosphere there similar to the Rainbow Factory from MLP Creepypasta.

Peppino and Gustavo are both cooks, but in their own separate directions. Peppino is an Italian cook, while Gustavo works as a baker of bakery sweets. One day, Pizzaface arrives on a flying platform and reports that Peppino's pizzeria will be destroyed by a cloud tower, but if he does not want this, then let him fly to the tower, and flew away, leaving behind an evil laugh. What actually did not like this, and they both decided to fly there and destroy the tower with its "owner".

Additional facts: Peppino, despite the fact that he does not particularly like to fly, although he has to, his flight speed is clearly faster than Gustavo's, while he flies slower; Gustavo has his own separate bakery, where he makes pastries, he would like to work with Peppino, but he cannot leave the place where his family once baked their first bread; Peppino participated in the heavenly war, from which he still has an injury, but thanks to work and his faithful friend Gustavo, he tries to live an ordinary life and not think about it.

Pepperman and Vigilante are two of the main bosses of the cloud tower who clearly didn't get there of their own free will. They were kidnapped a long time ago and forced to work for Pizzahead, having been threatened in a special way. Pepperman is a restorer (like in steampunk, yes) and a decorator. Vigilante is an ordinary security guard, and also watches the precipitation.

Additional facts: Pepperman has really white pupils, which is why his eyesight is worse than usual (he is not completely blind), and the reason for his poor eyesight is that he refuses to wear glasses for flying (but be that as it may, for work he still wears them under his beret along with additional tools); before getting into the tower, these two were ALREADY a couple; Vigilante's grandfather, who has long been retired, is still alive; as PH himself "promised", so that the bosses would be freed from their tower duties, they need to "rip off Peppino's wings" at any cost, even if they weren't aimed at fighting him.

Noise and Noisette are another couple who ended up in the tower in the same way as Pepperman and Vigilante. Noise hosts the news and weather forecast, and a small show similar to "Truth or Dare". Meanwhile, Noisette is still the same cafe owner.

Additional facts: Noise has a broken right wing, it was broken by Pizzahead when he tried to fly out of the tower for the first time, he broke it so much that now Noise can't fly at all, the wing has grown together crookedly and he is unable to straighten it and move it, so he flies with the help of a backpack on his back, which he can change to either a jet or a simple propeller; Noisette sometimes helps Noise with flying and how Noise injured his wing, she does not know to this day; I lied to you a little, Pizzahead kidnapped only Noise, and Noisette herself flew to PH when she was looking for him, and when she found him, so that PH would not harm her, he lies to her and offers to join Pizzahead, as he himself wanted.

Bruno is an unsuccessful clone, mixed with a regular bird and Peppino's DNA, created by PH. He can fly, but very ineptly because his arms replace his wings, which is why he falls and crashes into all sorts of possible objects, which is why he flaps his wings hard and pieces fly off from them, he can of course grow them, but this whole process takes a lot of his strength.

Additional facts: in addition to his speech, he makes a distorted bird sound; despite his inability to fly, the bosses (Pepperman, Vigilante and Noisette) still teach him to fly normally, they also additionally look after Bruno himself, feed him and teach him to speak, since PH himself does not do this; because of such care, Bruno accepts his friends more as parents, calling them accordingly (in the future, he will also call Peppino this way 😂)

Pizzahead is the main boss, a sadist and a psycho. He built a tower, around which a barrier in the form of clouds with a powerful lightning discharge is built, and in order to turn it off, you need to turn off the generators.

Additional facts: Pizzahead and Pizzaface in this AU are brothers, Pizzahead is younger; after one incident, his psyche was shaken, he was inspired to recreate the tower for his whims and "fun"; he cut off Pizzaface's wings and as a great and first trophy keeps them in his office along with John's wings and one wing of Jerome; those wings that Pizzahead himself is wearing are also "trophies", cut off from other creatures, but he tells everyone that they are fake and it's just a cape, he also participated in the war, but in secret from his brother, so that he "wouldn't worry" about him.

Pizzaface is Pizzahead's brother and ... a good guy? Yes! In this AU, he is not a bad character, but rather a good one. So in that encounter with Peppino, he just played the role of a bad guy. He is quiet (but he tries to be sociable) and traumatized. He does not often show himself to the other inhabitants of the tower, which is why few people know about him. Most of the time, he spends either in the secret room where Pizzahead keeps him, or with Jerome, helping him clean the tower.

Additional facts: because of the cut off wings, he feels weak and exhausted; he still does not know why Pizzahead acted so cruelly and what happened to his psyche, but he blames himself for this, that he was not caring enough and simply did not keep an eye on him; Pizzahead watches almost his every move so that he does not do stupid things and does not ruin his plans, and for the sake of PH he has to play the same role of a bad guy.

Jerome is a small pillar with one wing and memory loss due to a strong blow from Pizzahead. He is a simple cleaner. He does not remember anything about his brother or his past, although memories still pop up in his head. In the past, he had magic, but due to the loss of a wing and memory, he does not remember and cannot use it normally, over time, the skills were simply lost.

Additional facts: he is Pizzaface's best friend, and he sometimes helps him remember things, but he cannot (PF hopes that he will remember something); he has seen John many times as an ordinary part of the tower, but he cannot remember him or at least his name; initially, he was not supposed to be in the tower and Pizzahead wanted to throw him on a long flight, but Pizzaface somehow convinced him to leave him and just make him an ordinary cleaner.

Well, I hope you like this AU. Enjoy and have a nice flight!

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

This is also me shamelessly submitting another request alongside my very NSFW one: could we get Raphael being there while Tav gives birth?

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Tav paced back and forth, hands resting on her swollen belly. Each time a contraction tore through her she would grimace, bend forward as much as possible, and bear it with whatever dignity she scrounged up. When the pain passed, she’d resume pacing.

“Mistress,” said the Infernal physician, “perhaps you should lay down -”

“No,” barked Tav. “I don’t want to lay down.”

“So you intend to wear a trench into my floors instead?” Drawled Raphael.

“Yes,” replied Tav, glaring daggers at him.

“Mistress,” the physician tried again, “it would be easier for both you and the child if you -”

“I’m not bloody laying down,” growled Tav. “I’ve been laying down for the last three months of pregnancy. I need to move around or I’m going to cut this baby out of my stomach myself.”

“You won’t change her mind,” Raphael said lightly, “she’s a stubborn creature. She’ll do things her way until she simply cannot any longer.”

The physician sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Tav’s waters had broken several hours ago – much to poor Haarlep’s horror. Raphael was away on business at the time, but as soon as word reached him that his first offspring was about to be born, he’d burst back into the house, physician in tow. The birthing room had been ready for a few days, Tav slightly exceeding her due date, so the three had sequestered inside. Now it was simply a waiting game. The physician hovered nearby. Raphael sat in a plush, comfy chair, seeming to all the world as indifferent and relaxed as usual. Only the occasional twitch of his tail gave away his potential anxiety.

It felt like the entire House of Hope, even every wailing soul within the walls, were holding their breaths. Teetering on the edge of anticipation for the ushering in of a new era: the birth of a prince.

“Ah…!” Tav stopped in her tracks. Hissed as fresh, furious pain wracked her. Different, sharper than before. It didn’t fade. “I think…argh, I think he’s coming…!”

The physician touched Tav’s belly, felt lower, between her thighs. “Yes. You’re open enough. I feel his head. You need to get into the water.”

The physician helped Tav out of her sweat-soaked nightdress and in to the bathing pool of hot water. Raphael watched intently, his onyx and ember eyes never blinking, as Tav – teeth gritted – eased herself into a sitting position, knees up and apart. The water and its soothing magic helped, but the baby wanted out, now. Demanding, just like his father, and damn was she feeling it.

“Gods…he finally decides he’s ready and he’s just going to…to rip right through me…” Tav panted. Curled her fists. Cried out as a violent contraction signalled the end, and the beginning.

“Start pushing,” instructed the physician. Tav groaned, a sound that morphed into a dull scream. Raphael stood up, crossed the room, standing close. His tail thrashed wildly but his expression remained neutral. Tav gave him a foul, pained look.

“This is your fault,” she snarled, slapping her palms on the sides of the bath. “I’ll kill you for this, I swear it.”

“Of course you will, darling,” purred Raphael.

He was not indifferent to her suffering, she knew. Part of him enjoyed it. That she was agonising to bring their – his – son into life only made her pain taste sweeter. It was the simple truth of Raphael’s nature. Something Tav had accepted long ago. Birthing this baby was the scariest thing she’d ever done, scarier than coming to terms with how she felt for a diabolical devil, that she was willing to give him her soul and her heart. Even facing down the Netherbrain didn’t compare. She was hurting and she was frightened, but Raphael was there, strong and assured and steady, and Tav knew she could get through it.

Not without one Hell of a fuss, however.

“GET THIS DAMN THING OUT OF ME!” She bellowed between screams.

“Keep pushing!” Yelled the physician.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Tav roared back.

“Push, Tav,” Raphael intoned. Commanded. “Let our son’s life begin.”

Eventually, amidst the blood and pain and chaos, it did. A wrinkled, wet and wailing infant was placed on Tav’s chest and she, exhausted and delirious, loved him instantly and irrevocably.

“Healthy,” declared the physician, “and strong. Very strong.”

Tav tiredly adjusted her baby, who latched onto her nipple and began to suckle. His thin, ropey little tail curled. Raphael looked down at them, smug and preening with pride. He would never be the type to offer her his hand to squeeze for comfort, or become overly emotional and adoring of his new son, but he was there. He stayed. And those things mattered more to Tav than her pride would ever let her admit.

[monstersdownthepath]

Homebrew Horror: The Unnamed

The world hosts all manner of boogeymen and ghost stories, many of which are based on very real entities that prank or prey upon mankind when the sun sets and the lights go out, but few enjoy the obscurity and success of the Thing with No Name. There is perhaps a handful of people in all the world who can claim to have witnessed the nameless horror hunt its prey, and fewer still who are telling the truth about it, as to speak of it to another is to invite it into your life.

The scant scratches of concrete information that can be pieced together all paint a similar picture: It is predator that has haunted thinking beings as far back in history as anyone can look, its methods of hunting and its means of killing leaving precious little evidence behind. What it truly is, where it came from, and why it hunts the way it does are all mysteries which cannot be solved. Rare and esoteric writings which tell of it list numerous titles, all unhelpful; The Thing with No Name, the Stain on the Page (or simply "the Stain"), the Nameless Legend, and simply the Unnamed. It is written that such ambiguous titles are to protect the reader, not the creature, for attempting to affix any more descriptive title to it is the surest way to invite its horrific attention.

The Unnamed is one of several self-keeping secrets in creation, hunting down and annihilating any creature which knows too many details or who becomes too curious of it, for reasons which may never be truly known. For those it hunts, it seems like a nightmare made terribly real in a way few other creatures can match; an unstoppable, inescapable force which will use seemingly any trick to disorient, mislead, and ultimately capture its victim.

Anyone targeted by the Stain can always feel when it's near, and rarely do they ever manage to find help before they're simply never seen again. Witnesses to the scenes rarely speak, and never coherently, never to say what they saw, lest it target them next. Even in scenes where a tremendous struggle obviously took place, investigators struggle to turn up so much as a single drop of blood or scrap of hair of the victim... but sometimes they find something else. A misshapen footprint, a handprint caused by something deeply inhuman, or some strange fluid almost but not quite like blood that causes the mind to reel with a single touch.

Not enough to solve a mystery, just enough to make one curious. Just enough to make one try and wipe away a stain of ink on some dusty old report tucked away in the back of an archive to see what could have been written underneath.

The Unnamed CR 13 Chaotic Evil Medium Aberration (Shapechanger) Init: +8 Senses: Darkvision 60ft, low-light vision, thoughtsense 60ft, blindsight 20ft; Perception +23 Aura: Unwind (30ft, DC 24) ------ Defense ------ AC 29, touch 14, flat-footed 25 (+4 Dex, +15 natural) HP 193 (15d8+105), Regeneration 5 (Cold) Fort +12, Ref +9, Will +14 Defensive Abilities: Amorphous, Unbound, Undone; DR 10/Cold Iron and Lawful; Immune: Charms and compulsions, death effects, poison; Resist: Acid 15, Electricity 15, Fire 15; SR 19 ------ Offense ------ Speed: 50ft, climb 30ft Melee: Bite +17 (1d8+6 plus poison/19-20), slam +15 (1d8+6 plus grab), 3 tentacles +15 (1d4+6 plus pull) Ranged: Bone dart +15/+10/+5 (1d3+6 plus poison/19-20) Space: 5ft, Reach: 5ft (10ft with bite, 20ft with tentacles) Special Attacks: Pull (10ft), rake (Bite +17, 1d8+6 plus poison), Unwind Spell-like Abilities (CL 15, concentration +17) Constant: Freedom of Movement At-will: Dancing Darkness, Ghost Sound (DC 13), Ventriloquism (DC 13) 3/day: Rusting Grasp, Telekinesis (DC 17), Warp Wood 1/day: Knock, Modify Memory (DC 16), Teleport, Traumatic Eyebite (DC 18) ------ Statistics ------ Str 23 Dex 19 Con 25 Int 13 Wis 21 Cha 15 Base Atk: +11; CMB: +16; CMD: 31 Feats Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Improved Critical (bite, bone dart), Improved Initiative, Multiattack, Traumatic Spell-like Ability (Eyebite), Sickening Critical Skills Acrobatics +13, Bluff +13, Climb +21, Intimidate +15, Perception +23, Stealth +21, Survival +23 Languages All; language mastery. SQ Change Shape (any past victim; see Uncanny), Compression, Unknown ------ Ecology ------ Environment: Any Organization: Unique Treasure: Standard (taken trophies) ------ Combat: The Stain enjoys toying with its Target out of both sadism and pragmatism, forcing them to make mistakes and expend resources battling shadows and hallucinations. It goes Unseen as long as it is able to, tormenting them with its spell-like abilities to haunt them, destroy or remove light sources, weapons, and escape routes, and make it seem as though it is coming from everywhere at once. It will attempt to hit them with one or several of its bone darts to infuse them with its poison and terrorize them with the hallucinations, but it will try to avoid killing them with its darts (including by making them nonlethal). It will further toy with them with its tentacle attacks from a distance, making them think their hallucinations are real, until eventually wearing them down and closing in to finish them off and consume them. Against a large group of victims, it will attempt to isolate and pick them off one by one after loosening their reasoning with its poisonous aura, stolen voices, and Eyebite. When the mood strikes, it leaves one survivor (never its Target) alive but traumatized and possibly insane, usually using its Modify Memory to erase the majority of the encounter. But never all of it.

Morale: If a group of creatures has no Target among them, the Unnamed will fight only long enough to potentially traumatize one into becoming a Target later, and then flee to let the memories fester. When in a combat involving its Target, the Unnamed will always attempt to kill them, even if its own life is in danger. If its foes prove to be beyond its power, it will still attempt a death or glory attack against its Target. Its own life doesn't matter. It will come back eventually. ------ Special Abilities ------

Unbound (Ex): The Unnamed will not be denied its happiness. It may make an additional saving throw at the end of each of its turns to remove any effect causing any of the following conditions, even if the effect causing the condition does not normally permit a saving throw: blind, confused, dazed, deafened, exhausted, fatigued, nauseated, sickened, slowed, staggered, and stunned. This does not require an action. If it is affected by multiple effects or conditions, it may only make one additional saving throw with this ability each turn.

Uncanny (Ex): The Unnamed can use its Change Shape ability as a full-round action to change into any creature it has ever consumed, but its shape is grotesquely twisted to the point it could not possibly be mistaken for a normal creature. It does not gain any additional abilities or attacks, the changes are purely cosmetic. Similarly, though it can speak any language, its voice is completely inhuman and distorted. Creatures under the effects of its poison (see Unwind, below) or who are confused or insane instead see and hear it as if the transformation was flawless. This effect is lost if they are adjacent to it.

Undone (Su): If the Unnamed reduces a Target to 0 HP or lower with its attacks while the Target is both within its reach and suffering from the effects of its poison (see Unwound, below), the Target's body crumbles to a fine dust the Unnamed may inhale as an immediate action or at any point within the next minute as a swift action. When it does so, it regains 4d8+15 hitpoints and may immediately end one condition or effect on itself.

Unknown (Su): Whenever a creature attempts to give a more descriptive title or a name to the Unnamed, or attempts to describe or dictate its appearance or abilities in detail to another being, they must attempt a DC 19 Will save. Success indicates that they stop themselves from going through with the attempt as a brief sense of dread washes over them. Failure allows them to fully convey the information, but they become a Target. When creature becomes a Target, they are shaken automatically for one round by the sense that they have committed some unfathomable wrong. What "naming/describing the Unnamed" entails will vary at the DMs discretion; it could be as simple as writing details into a document meant to be read by another, speak the details aloud to another, or drawing it a little too clearly, but it must be a willing, conscious attempt to define or describe the Unnamed to another intelligent creature. Creatures defining or describing the Unnamed only for themselves may still become Targets, at the DMs discretion (it often allows these creatures to write just enough to make a potential reader curious, but no more). The Unnamed knows the precise location of all Targets not shielded by divine power, as well as the distance and direction to them relative to itself. Targets become permanently shaken whenever the Unnamed is within 1 mile of them as a feeling of impending doom creeps into their minds, and if it is within 100ft, this condition pierces all forms of immunity to fear. All parts of this ability work across all boundaries and through any barrier.

Unseen (Sp/Su): When not being observed by an intelligent creature, the Unnamed may become invisible as a standard action, as per Greater Invisibility, except the effect lasts until an intelligent creature successfully sees the Unnamed through any means (such as if it's outlined through Glitterdust or mundane dust, or viewed through True Seeing), until any creature ends its turn adjacent to the Unnamed (or vice-versa), or until the Unnamed ends the effect itself as an immediate or free action. It can only use its spell-like abilities while invisible using this ability.

Unwind (Ex): The Unnamed produces a powerful, hallucinogenic poison which it delivers with its bite and dart attacks. It may also produce a colorless, odorless version of the poison as an aura with a 30ft radius, affecting all creatures which inhale it, though they gain a +5 circumstance bonus to the save. It may begin producing this aura version of its poison as a full-round action and stop as a move action; its bite and dart attacks do not poison their targets while it's producing the aura, and it can only maintain the aura for a total of 7 rounds a day (they do not have to be consecutive).

--Unwinding Venom: Bite, dart, or aura--injury, contact, or inhaled; save Fort DC 24, frequency 1/round for 5 rounds, effect 1d3 Wis damage plus hallucinations for 1 round (all other creatures have 20% concealment), cure 2 consecutive saves.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Velvette Headcanons: I'm The Hashtag Yandere and Do What I Please

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I had this VOTE on YouTube for the next videos/headcanons and you all were more than HALF of you! Wanted to see Velvette so here she is! Headcanons on Wattpad, Tumblr, and Archive! And A YouTube video version of it! Enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Velvette is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Velvette from Hazbin Hotel- 

.Velvette is the glue that holds the two other V's together. 

.She is also the youngest of the V's and the youngest of the overlords. 

.She has high ambitions though and wants to make her status in hell top tier and everlasting. 

.She fell in love with you, one of the people that work in the Vs towers. You were not a model, and your soul did not belong to any of the V's. 

.You just knew where the money was to be made, and knew that the Vs could very well be the future of hell. 

.She had you work in her department, she wanted to make you into a model, but she chose not to. 

.As she does not want to share you with anyone else. 

.Though she personally designs clothes for you, you really are her doll. 

.She dresses you up how she likes you to look, and does your hair how she likes it. 

.You are more or less a dress-up doll for her and because she is an overlord you really cannot say no to her. 

.Besides you do not mind as much cause she has the best style and she actually does make you look really fucking good. 

.She would see you when you are her partner as needed to uphold the Vs brand, so you have to look as stylish as possible. 

.She is also the backbone of the V's and is willing to go after what she wants even willing to fight other overlords. 

.this affects you as she is willing to fight for you and throw down for you. 

.She will get right in the thick of it and beat the living shit out of anyone that tries to steal you away from her. 

.She is your partner and if some unlucky bitch tries and steals you away from her, well they are good as double dead. 

.She is a bit of a critical and judgy yandere, she knows when you are looking at others and she is very critical of it. 

.She is also very judgy of anyone you are interested in. 

.She will verbally belittle them and mock them, telling them how worthless they are and how pathetic they are. 

.She will make them feel like absolutely vile creatures for daring to catch your attention. 

.That or she will just kill them. It depends on her mood that day. 

.She is also VERY Observant, she can tell when anyone takes an interest in you, which she puts a stop to right away. 

.She also can tell if you are into her or not. 

.Which allows her to manipulate your feelings and make it so that you do start to develop feelings for her. 

.That is right she is also a very manipulative yandere, and will also most likely gaslight you as well. 

.She is all about the grind, girl boss, and gaslight lifestyle. 

.She is also very quick-witted and quick on her feet. 

.She can react very fast and well to learning new things. So she can outsmart you and be several steps ahead of you as well. 

.She knows that she is the best option for you and that you are the best option for her. 

.She will possibly drug you, with her love potion. 

.Cause that is right, she is great at cooking and potion making. 

.She in canon uses Valentino Phermone salvia to help make a love potion which I suppose works like a aphrodsiac, ectasy, and possibly the Date R Word Drug maybe. 

.She would use it on you as a very last resort. She rather not use it, but she is not above sinking that low to be with you. 

.She also might make a new potion to make you have feelings for her. 

.In which you are still yourself but you are attracted to her and want to be with her and only her. 

.Again that is a last resort. She will sink that low, but only as the very last option. 

.She will keep Valentino away from you, threatening to cut off his dick if he tried anything with you. 

.She also gets along with Vox very well so she uses his cameras to keep an eye on you, and make sure you are safe when not with her. 

.She is FOR SURE 1000 percent a stalker type of yandere. 

.In which she stalks your socails medias, stalks you with Vox camera, and has put cameras and micrphones in your home. 

.She knows where you are (Most likely is tracking you.) at all times. 

.If you step to close to other Overlord's territories she will remind you that you work for her and that you are hers! And NO ONE Else's so stay where you are allowed to go! 

.She is low key a very controlling yandere. 

.She is also a very good cook and cooks for you all the time. She uses it as a way to smooth over any arguments. 

.And she will drug the food to if she needs to. 

.If worse comes to worse she will chain you to her bed and make sure that you can never ever leave her. 

.She rather not do that, but she will is she has to. 

.She also LOVES To show you off, you are her trophy darling and a prize that she has. 

.She is going to make sure all of hell knows that you are hers and hers alone. 

.How she deals with rivals, verbally, socially, emotionally, and physically ruining them and humiliating them. 

.Most like making a public example of them and what happens when someone tries to steal you away from her. 

.She would confess to you and offer a marriage soul contract. Where you give her your soul and become her spouse. 

.If you accept this, you will sign and there will be no escape she will own you and you will be hers for the rest of the time. 

.If you reject the proposal and her feelings, well be ready to be drugged and have her force you to sign it. 

.One way or another you will give her your soul, it just matters how many freedoms you want, cause if she has to force you to sign it. 

.You can be sure to be changed to the bed while she punishes you for trying to say no to her. 

.You never say no to her, you belong to her, and you are damn lucky she loves you, or she would let Val punish you for telling her no. 

.She would never actually let Val touch you, but she would threaten it, just to scare you into being a good partner. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got this chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy!] 

[vegance]

I do agree that as vegans we need to be compassionate in our activism, that aggression and rudeness rarely work in convincing people to change a deeply ingrained cultural habit. People deserve kindness, we are all complex creatures. And I mostly abide by that. But sometimes I really wish that vegan friendly Omnis would extend that same compassion to us vegans and just try to imagine what it is like for a second.

Vegan activism does not only take place in specific contexts, in specific planned situations. You always have to be „on“. Every time you have a meal with someone new, everytime someone asks why you don’t want a hot dog, why you won’t join your colleagues on the zoo trip.

Every time someone asks you why you are vegan, you have to jump to activism mode. Be kind. Be factual. Don’t push, but don’t be a pushover. And I manage that, mostly! But when Omnis compliment vegans for being so kind and calm, I do wonder if they know that those vegans only manage because they have pushed their emotions into a box and nailed it shut. These emotions still exist!! I am actively pushing them down to be a functioning member of society and an effective advocate for the animals.

But sometimes they do come to the surface. I think most vegans had the experience of learning about a specific aspect of animal exploitation that surprised them. For me, it was the deliberate cruelty that takes place on farms and slaughter houses every day. Not cruelty for the sake of profit. Or cruelty out of indifference. Cruelty for the sake of being cruel to animals.

There is a specific video that I saw and I cannot forget. It’s not even that graphic. Some calves were being herded into another pen. But a few of them didn’t understand what was happening, where confused and frightened. This frustrated the man who was doing the job. Finally, he got the last calf to go through the gate. But this was not enough for him, because he was angry and frustrated. So he pulled that calf back into the gate, and slammed his body against the door a few times, crushing the calf in the gate.

I don’t think he even severely injured the calf. But I just can’t stop imagining what that must be like. To be a baby animal, confused and frightened. And this large creature pulls you back and hurts you. You don’t understand why this is happening. How terrifying it must be. How painful. To be so utterly under that persons dominion. The thought of someone doing that to their pet would turn most people’s stomachs.

And then I am talking to some kind, left wing person. Who donates to charity. And voted against sexiest politicians. And they say they will never be vegan, because they don’t want to.

And I just imagine myself saying to the little calf:“I’m sorry. You and your kind will have to keep going through that. Because Tim here just doesn’t want to give up this specific kind of burger.“ Sorry to the pigs screaming in the gas chambers. Sorry to the chickens dying agonizing deaths in ventilation shutdown. Sorry to all the marine animals dying of divers sickness as they are pulled out of the water way to fast. „You will have to keep enduring this. Because, you see, Tim cares more about having a specific type of pizza topping. So the unfathomable suffering you are all going through? That’s just too bad“.

And I know it’s not effective!! It’s not helpful!! But sometimes that little calf squeezes it’s way out of the bix in the back of my mind. And it’s really hard to put it back in.

[kwanisms]

The Library of Illusion — Arachnophobia

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➮ jorogumo!Wooyoung × sub!Reader wc: 8.1k summary: Deep in the Horror Section, Y/N finds herself descending into a dark cave where she meets a man who is not what he seems. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, horror; non idol au, jorogumo!Wooyoung warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, CW: SPIDERS & SPIDER CREATURE!WOOYOUNG, graphic body horror, mentions of blood and viscera, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut tags under the cut! ‼️IF YOU ARE SEVERELY ARACHNOPHOBIC, DO NOT READ THIS‼️

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a/n: this was interesting to write and I knew from the get-go I wanted to make Wooyoung a monster. I almost made him a werewolf but changed it to a jorogumo. Traditionally, jorogumo are female spiders that change into beautiful women but male spiders do exist so I thought maybe that might a cool idea and make a male jorogumo. I hope you enjoyed this part and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection, especially if you're gonna bone a huge man-spider creature lmao), rope (web) bondage, monster genitalia, dirty talk, slight brat!Reader (it lasts for like .2 seconds lol), marking (f receiving), creampie/slight breeding kink (you have to squint for the last one tho), use of pet names (only sweetheart and darling one time but it's not entirely endearing) and i think that's everything but of course let me know if I missed anything!

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“How was your trip?” Seonghwa asked, clearly amused as you reached the desk and glared at him. “Don’t even ask,” you growled to which he merely chuckled.

“I trust you were successful?”

You raised your hand, opening it and letting the key fall to the desk with a metallic thud. Seonghwa’s eyes shifted from your face to look down at the key before a polite smile crossed his features. “Excellent,” he simply said, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“Where would you like to visit next?” He asked, getting up so effortlessly from the desk. You watched as he started to pace, circling you almost like a predator would circle his prey. “Only you can choose your next destination.

You turned to look around the room, noticing how the sign over the Science Fiction section had faded and all life from beyond the door disappeared, leaving nothing but blackness.

You tore your gaze from the door and peered around the others until your eyes landed on one. ‘Might as well get this over with,’ you told yourself as you turned to Seonghwa. “That one.”

Seonghwa followed your outstretched hand, pointing to the next entry in your story. As he read the sign he couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement.

“The Horror Section,” he said softly as he turned to his desk, grabbing his key and leading you over to the door.

You watched as he unlocked the door and turned the old handle, ignoring the way it creaked and squeaked. He pushed the door open before turning to look at you. “Here you are,” he said, gesturing to the now open door.

Taking a deep breath, you took a cautious step into the hall. “Be wary of monsters,” Seonghwa warned as you stopped just past the door and turned to look at him. “Monsters?” You asked softly. He nodded.

“Yes, but sometimes they don’t look like monsters,” he added. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What do they look like?” You whispered, eyes watching as he slowly closed the door until just his face peered in at you.

“Like you and me.”

And with that the door shut with a click, no doubt locked behind you.

“Is he always going to be so cryptic?”

You turned away and stared ahead. All you could see were the shelves on either side of you, even your flashlight did nothing to illuminate the black void that lay ahead of you.

Deciding it was much too late to turn back, you did the only thing you could and continued forward.

Each step on the creaky wooden floor echoed in the hall as your eyes darted around, searching for anything that would tell you where to look for the next key.

As you continued, the creaking of the wood was replaced with the tap of your boots against rock and you glanced down to see the wooden floor was now nothing but a rock and stone covered in dirt.

You glanced behind you where you could still see the door leading into the lobby and the wooden shelves full of books. ‘Just like the science fiction section,’ you noted internally before continuing down the tunnel and further into what appeared to be a cave system.

As you stepped down a small dip in the floor, the sound of rock scraping behind you caused you to freeze and turn slowly.

Behind you the tunnel had disappeared, a wall of rock now separating you from the only exit. “Great,” you murmured before turning back around and looking into the dark passage ahead.

You pulled out your flashlight and turned it on, the beam illuminating a small portion of the path in front of you.

Casting the light around gave you the chance to see the whole tunnel from side to side before you started walking forward, keeping your eyes open and ears straining to hear even the slightest shift.

You had only walked a few meters ahead when a rustling echoed through the passage. You froze in your steps, gripping the handle of your flashlight tighter as you braced yourself. The rustling faded just as quickly as it started but you saw nothing. ‘Maybe it’s just bats?’ You took a deep breath before continuing forward.

‘Yeah,’ you told yourself. ‘Just bats.’

Your feet carried you through the cave, footsteps echoing lightly as you moved. You kept your head and flashlight on a swivel, glancing around often to make sure nothing jumped out at you from the darkness.

You wondered just what could be down here, waiting for you.

This was the horror section after all.

Your mind wandered to all the horror movies you’d seen in your youth, especially the ones that took place in a cave. A shiver ran up your spine as you envisioned savage beasts that might be lying in wait to ambush you and eat your innards.

“Get a grip,” you whispered to yourself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”

No sooner did the words leave your lips that another sound reached your ears. It was like the rustling from before but there was something else to it. Almost a like a hissing sound. You froze yet again and looked around, glancing towards the cave ceiling. You expected to see bats but what you saw was much worse.

Spiders.

Hundreds of thousands of spiders were crawling all over the ceiling. As soon as the light hit them, they scattered around, avoiding the beam. It was like a steady stream of spiders all crawling in one direction and away from the way you were heading.

Your heartbeat quickened, palms growing clammy as you watched the spectacle.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you whispered before turning your light away from the spiders and continued further into the cave.

As you went, webbing started to appear, growing thicker the deeper you went. Something in the air shifted and the temperature dropped, sending chills down your spine and bumps forming on your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end but you persevered.

You tried not to imagine what the spiders would be moving away from as you reached a large open cavern. The ceiling extended upwards, reaching maybe twenty feet. Thick stalactite grew from the chamber ceiling, pointing down at you from above. Large rocky formations blocked your view of the room, forcing you to walk around them.

You continued to walk, ducking under thick white strands of webbing as you delved deeper and deeper into the cavern.

As you rounded one of the many tall rocks, your eyes landed on something in the darkness, lying on the ground. You shined your light in the direction and let out a gasp, eyes widening.

Lying about ten feet from where you stood was a man.

He was lying on his side, his back facing you. You cleared your throat before whispering out to him.

“H-hello?”

Your whisper echoed around the cave and you glanced around quickly.

Since entering the chamber, the rustling had stopped. The spiders were far behind you now.

You quickly made your way over to the man and leaned over, hoping to catch sight of his face. Small bits of web adorned his clothes and hair. You knelt down, reaching a hand out slowly until it made contact with his shoulder.

“Sir?” you whispered, giving him a gentle shake. When he didn’t stir, you carefully pulled his shoulder towards you, rolling him onto his back.

His head lolled as he landed, eyes still shut. You leaned over, listening for any breathing and felt relief wash over you as you heard steady deep breaths coming from him. He was alive, just unconscious.

Sitting back up straight, you reached forward, hesitating momentarily before you pushed his black hair from his forehead and felt his skin. He was warm to the touch but not feverish. You continued to look over him until he made a small noise.

You pulled back quickly, watching as his face screwed up as he came to. His brow furrowed as he started to open his eyes. You scooted back, keeping the light trained on him as he slowly woke up.

As soon as his eyes opened, he started to look around, turning his head before his eyes landed on you. He raised his hand to shield his eyes. “Yo,” he croaked. “Stop shining that shit on me. I can’t fuckin’ see.”

You lowered the light, pointing at the ground instead. “Thank you,” he said as he lowered his hand and looked around again as he sat up carefully.

“Who are you?” you asked before you could stop yourself. He turned to look at you, squinting as if he couldn’t see past the bright light of your flashlight.

“Wooyoung,” he answered simply before nodding in your direction. “Who’re you?”

You hesitated before answering him.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

He nodded slowly before slowly shifting and getting to his feet, you following suit but keeping the flashlight trained on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as Wooyoung looked around the cavern. He turned, looking at his surroundings before facing you again.

“I—” he hesitated, clearing his throat. “I don’t remember.”

Silence fell over you as he looked around and you studied him.

‘Maybe he’s the guardian?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Where are we?” he whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

‘There went that idea.’

“Are you hurt?” you asked, drawing his attention. You raised the light to his face to which he immediately shielded his eyes. “Will you stop blinding me?” he grumbled exasperatedly.

You lowered the light with a soft apology. “Are you hurt?” you asked again.

He looked down at himself, looking over his extremities. “I don’t think so,” he replied, looking at his hands. He went to take a step and let out a whimper.

His ankle seemed to give out on him and he crumpled. You rushed forward, catching him with a groan as you tried to keep him from hitting the rocky floor.

You helped him back up, trying to help him balance as he looked up at you and let out an unsteady chuckle. “I guess I was wrong,” he admitted. You rolled your eyes before telling him to hold still and knelt down to look at his ankle. Handing the flashlight to him, you instructed him to hold it steady so you could see what you were doing.

You carefully rolled his pant leg up to expose the ankle and saw how bruised it was. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “How bad is it?” Wooyoung asked. You glanced up at him and then back down.

“How long have you been unconscious?” You asked, carefully prodding at the spot, taking note of how he winced and whimpered in pain.

“No idea,” he answered. “I don’t even know what day or time it is.”

You looked back up at him. “It’s…” you started as you checked your watch but trailed off when you noticed the hands weren’t moving. Not even the second hand.

“What the hell?” you whispered, bringing the device up to listen for the ticking but heard nothing. Wooyoung watched as you did this, keeping the light fixed on his foot.

“What is it?” he asked as you tapped the face of your watch. “It’s stopped working,” you answered. “This is brand new!”

You were starting to sound annoyed and exasperated before sighing in defeat. “Last I checked, it was ten in the morning on June eighth. Thursday,” you said as you went back to inspecting his ankle.

Wooyoung looked lost in thought when you glanced back up at him.

“That means I’ve been out for… a whole day?”

Your eyes widened, brows raising at his admission. “How long have you been down here?” you asked as you removed your pack and started to sift through it, looking for a bandage. “A week? No, two weeks,” he answered.

“My friends and I came—” he suddenly gasped, making you jump as you looked up quickly. “My friends!” he all but shouted. You shushed him quickly, glancing around. “Not so loud,” you replied, reaching back into your pack and pulling out the bandage you were looking for.

“I’m going to wrap your foot,” you announced as you carefully undid his shoe and pulled it off along with his sock. His entire foot was bruised, dark inky splotches covering his tanned skin tone. “This looks really bad,” you admitted as you looked over it. “Keep your foot straight,” you instructed as you started to wrap it carefully.

Wooyoung grimaced, wincing only a couple times as you wrapped his foot with as much expertise as you could before pulling his sock back on and easing his foot back into his shoe. “I’m not gonna tie this super tight,” you explained as you redid the laces on his shoes. “We just want it secure and not falling off.”

Wooyoung let you work, keeping the light pointed so you could see.

You finished tying his shoe on and let him place his foot back on the ground. He kept one hand on your shoulder as he slowly put his weight on his foot and winced but thankfully kept his balance.

“It hurts still,” he admitted. “But it feels steadier.”

You smiled up at him before packing your bag back up and slinging the strap over your shoulder.

You stood up, taking the flashlight from him and shining it around.

“So,” you said as you looked around. “Any idea on how to get out of here?”

You turned to look at Wooyoung who shook his head.

“Not really,” he answered before glancing around himself. “Just pick a direction and go?”

You nodded, shifting your backpack and putting your arm through the other strap.

“Can you walk?” you asked, turning to look at Wooyoung who took a shaky step forward. “Kind of,” he admitted. You switched your flashlight to the other hand and stepped forward. “You can put your arm around my neck,” you said. “I’ll help you.”

It was awkward, being this close to a man you just met but you’d already been fucked by an alien in the previous section so this was comparatively tame.

You helped support Wooyoung as the two of you continued further into the cavern, hoping to find some kind of exit or something.

“You’re awfully nice,” Wooyoung noted as the two of you stopped to let him rest. You were looking around, shining the light around the rock walls, trying to find an opening somewhere.

“I don’t think I know anyone who would help a stranger they found in a cave.”

You looked over your shoulder at him leaning against the rock wall opposite you.

You offered a kind smile. “I guess I’m just a big softie,” you answered, turning back around to look at the wall before you, not noticing the way Wooyoung’s smile fell, a serious expression taking over.

“That’s not always a good thing,” he replied softly.

You noticed the shift in his tone.

Turning back, you were met by his kind smile. “Some people might take advantage of your kindness,” he added. You chuckled. “Yeah,” you answered. “They usually do.” You walked back over to him. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything here,” you explained. “Let’s keep going then,” Wooyoung replied.

You nodded as he stood back up, slinging an arm over your shoulder as your arm went around his waist and the two of you continued further until you reached a slim opening between the walls of the passage.

“You go first,” you offered but Wooyoung shook his head. “No, you go first. That way if I fall on the other side, you can catch me.” You let out a soft laugh.

“We’ve only known each other for about twenty minutes and you’re already admitting to falling for me?” You joked. A smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “What can I say?” he asked with a shrug as he leaned against the rocks for support while you approached the narrow gap.

“I’m a sucker for a pretty girl,” he added with a wink. You rolled your eyes and turned to the side, starting to shimmy your way through the opening. It was fairly easy, even with your pack and soon you were on the other side.

You turned back to the gap. “Alright,” you called. “I’m through!”

Wooyoung didn’t answer. You peered through the rocks and saw him looking back behind him. “Wooyoung?” you called.

He turned his head slowly to look at you.

“Did you hear that?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, confusion taking over your expression as he turned his head back to look behind him. His eyes were wide when he looked back at you.

“You need to get out of here,” he said quickly. Now you were not only confused but also concerned. “Wooyoung, what are—”

“Go!” he shouted. “Get out of here! It’s not safe!”

Over the echo of his voice you heard another sound. The rustling was back.

“The spiders,” you whispered. “Wooyoung,” you said, drawing his attention. “Hurry up, come through the gap and we’ll leave together!”

He shook his head. “It’s too late,” he answered. “If you don’t go now, they’ll catch up to you too!”

You shined the light through the gap and noticed a thick wall closing in behind Wooyoung. Your throat constricted, tongue feeling dry as your stomach churned. “Come on, Wooyoung!” You yelled, stepping forward.

“I told you to run!”

The fear in his voice was audible. The panic on his face sent shivers throughout your entire body, chills working up your spine. It felt as if the spiders were on you. “Go,” he said softly as the wave of arachnids swept rapidly towards him.

“We can make it,” you urged, your eyes burning with unshed tears that started to blur your vision. You didn’t want to be alone again. He shook his head.

“It’s too late for me.”

You took several steps back as the blackness reached Wooyoung, tripping over a large broken bit of stalagmite and falling back, the flashlight flying from your hand as Wooyoung let out a shrill scream and the blackness swept him away.

You scrambled up, grabbing the light and shining it through the opening to find it empty.

“Wooyoung!” you screamed. The rustling and chittering started back up and you saw no other option but to turn tail and run. You scrambled over the rocky floor hastily as you headed for the only opening you saw.

Feet pounded the cavern floor as you sprinted through another passage, trying to use your flashlight to light your path. You heard another scream in the distance, echoing against the walls. You didn’t stop until you reached another room, tripping over another broken stalagmite.

You fell, the flashlight flying from your hand once more and clattering across the rocky floor as you fell hard, scraping your knees.

“Fuck!” You cursed, dust billowing from your breath as you shakily pushed yourself up, rolling over to assess the damage to your knees. Without the flashlight you couldn’t see much. Glancing around, you spotted it lying a few feet from you, pointing to an opening in the rock.

“Shit,” you hissed as you carefully got up and walked over, hands shaking as you neared the flashlight and leaned over to pick it up while dusting yourself off.

You shined the beam at your knees, clicking your tongue when you noticed light scrapes with minimal blood. “It could have been worse, I guess,” you whispered as you stood up straight.

You heard a soft scraping on the rock in front of you and snapped your head up to look forward. The gap before you was black and narrow. You could hear a soft breeze whistling as it blew through the gap.

Slowly, you raised the flashlight to shine into the opening.

Straining your ears, you heard the sound of pebbles crunching and the rustling from before only this time, much faster. It was approaching you rapidly.

You turned to continue running but ran straight into something.

Or rather, someone.

You shined the light up and exclaimed in shock and relief at Wooyoung standing before you.

“Oh my god! You’re alive!” you sobbed pulling him into a hug.

His arms went around you instinctively.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you said, pulling back to look at him. He nodded, following your lead as you pulled him along. “I thought you were dead,” you said as you helped him over a rocky hurdle. He shook his head.

“I thought I was too,” he admitted.

You continued through the passage until it opened up into a large chamber.

You gasped, looking around. “We’ve gone in a circle,” you said softly as you looked around. Wooyoung leaned against one of the large rock formations as you looked around for another passage.

“Fuck!” You cursed angrily, kicking a small rock as Wooyoung’s hands went to his abdomen.

“I don’t feel so good, Y/N,” Wooyoung said, his voice sounding strained.

You turned around to shine the light on him. He looked like he was about to be sick. “Let’s keep moving,” you said, moving to help him up.

You’d only taken a couple steps when Wooyoung screamed out in pain, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. You tried to ask him what the matter was but he only continued to groan and scream as he dropped to his knees.

You knelt by his side, one hand on his back. “Wooyoung, what’s wrong?”

“Get back,” Wooyoung warned. You leaned over, trying to get a look at his face only for him to push you away with much force than you expected. The flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling away as the beam danced across the rock.

Wooyoung’s groans of pain morphed into deep growling as his body jerked violently. You tried to scoot away, kicking up dust as you watched in abject horror as Wooyoung writhed before you.

His screams turned primal as you heard what sounded like his bones breaking.

“Wooyoung!” you cried out as his body jerked violently, a loud ripping sound echoed around the cavern.

There was a sharp snapping and you screamed as Wooyoung’s back burst open forcefully, blood splattering the wall, the ground, and you. His screaming stopped almost instantly, and your ears were left ringing as long appendages unfurled from Wooyoung’s back.

You watched in terror, covered in his blood as the appendages, all eight of them, moved. Sharp cracking like knuckles rang around the chamber as the tips of the limbs reached towards the ground.

Clicking and rustling, much louder than before, sounded as Wooyoung’s lifeless body slowly raised off the ground.

Your eyes widened in fear, stomach churning and heart racing as the lower half of Wooyoung’s body detached and slumped to the ground, viscera spilling over the rock and staining it. The creature before you paused, blood dripping from its body.

You leaned forward slightly as you saw Wooyoung’s head twitch.

‘How the hell is he still alive?’

Wooyoung’s head slowly raised up before looking around, settling on your form.

“Wooyoung?” You whispered, gasping as the eight limbs moved simultaneously, turning to face you. Your breathing grew ragged as you realized what you were looking at. Wooyoung wasn’t dead. He wasn’t killed by this creature.

He was the creature.

“Wooyoung,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked at him, taking in the ripped clothing still hanging from his frame. His blank expression shifted, a menacing smile spreading across his face as he advanced on you sitting helpessly backed against the cavern wall.

You tried to press back further against the wall, trying to escape him and his wicked smile. Staring up at the creature, you realized the man was gone, well at least the lower half was.

Before you was only half of Wooyoung. From the head down to the torso was human, the tanned skin blending into the blackish purple of his carapace.

Your eyes took in the strong eight legs as he raised far above you, towering over your meek frame. “Stupid, foolish, human,” he said, his voice taking on an echo-y sound, like it was more than one person speaking at once.

“You should have run while you had the chance.”

Your heart hammering in your chest, you darted forward, ducking under his purplish black spider-like body and between the four sets of legs as you scrambled past him and towards what you hoped was the exit. You could hear the head thud of his feet, all eight of them against the rocky cavern floor as he gave chase.

You ducked around and between the rock formations that appeared in your path, trying to lose him as you wound around turn after turn.

You could hear the chittering and rustling of his legs as he followed you the best he could.

Glancing over your shoulder, you could see you’d lost sight of him and quickly ducked behind a rocky outcrop, covering your mouth to mask your breathing as you listened.

The chittering grew closer and closer until it stopped not far from where you were hiding. Resisting the urge to peek, you kept still and as quiet as you could, listening to the clicking of Wooyoung’s feet against the cave floor.

“Hiding won’t do any good, Y/N,” you heard him say, his voice echoing around the cavern. “I can smell you.”

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you tried to force yourself to calm down. ‘He’s bluffing. There’s no way.’

The clicking grew closer and closer until you managed to catch sight of Wooyoung strolling past your hiding place. “I can smell your fear,” he continued, glancing around slowly, scanning the cave for any sight of you. “And let me tell you,” he continued.

“It smells delicious.”

Leaning back as far as you could into the shadows, you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see or sense your presence. As you leaned back, you were hit with a gentle breeze from the darkness behind you and turned your head to look further into the opening in the wall. A distance and dim light flickered at you.

You glanced back at Wooyoung who was continuing down the cave tunnel, still searching for you. Knowing he’d heard any sound you made at that moment, you decided to hold out for just a bit longer until you could safely scramble up and shimmy your way through the narrow opening.

You were so focused on formulating the plan that you failed to notice Wooyoung was slowly making his way back down the corridor. Your stomach dropped as he came back into view and you got a full view of his imposing stature.

‘It’s now or never,’ you told yourself as you glanced back to the flickering light in the distance. You waited until Wooyoung was facing the other direction before scrambling up. You ignored the sound of his laughter as you started to squeeze between the rock only to feel a hand wrap around your ankle.

You let out a scream as you felt Wooyoung tug on your leg, trying to pull you out of your hiding place. “I like it when you fight,” he chuckled, his strength coming to his advantage as he started to pull you from the sliver.

Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to claw and grab at something to stop your path but you found nothing. Your screams echoed around the cavern as Wooyoung pulled you out of the dark and rolled you onto your back. As quickly as you could, you kicked your free foot, making contact with his jaw and knocking him back.

With him being stunned momentarily, you were able to scramble back up and squeeze back into the gap, soon squeezing out of his reach and further into the wall. “There’s no way out, Y/N,” he called, in a singsong voice, the sound echoing after you.

“I’ll find you eventually.”

You rushed yourself, squeezing between the gap in the rocks until you finally came out into a small room. There was a skeleton with remnants of clothing, an old tattered bag, a lantern, and a journal. You dropped to your knees and started sifting through the bag, hoping to find some sort of weapon.

You found a small knife and whispered a thanks to the dead traveler as you unsheathed it and looked it over. The handle was old and covered in dust but the blade was shiny and still very sharp. ‘This could come in handy.’

You replaced the sheath and stuck the knife in your pocket before searching through the rest of the bag. Most of it was old food rations, stale and molded. You threw the bag aside and picked up the journal, carefully opening the cover to read the contents.

The first entry spoke of an expedition into the cave system, hoping to find gold or some other rare mineral. The next entry of note was about a cave-in that left the miners trapped and forced them deeper into the caves to find a way out. The next entry spoke of a strange sound the miners heard and how one of the miners went missing.

With each passage, the entries became more sporadic, desperate, and unhinged until the last page was covered in splatters of blood and ink. You tossed the book aside, breathing heavily as you stared at the bloodstained pages.

As you tried to compose yourself, dust and small bits of rock fell from above you. Slowly, you glanced up to find a large round opening in the rocky ceiling. The blackness above you was haunting as more dust and pebbles fell onto your lap.

Before you had a chance to move, from the darkness a hand extended, fingers tangling into your hair and yanking you up to your feet, a yelp of pain escaping your lips.

You watched in horror as Wooyoung slowly descended from the black void, a terrifying smile etched on his face. “I told you I’d find you eventually,” he said with a dark amused tone. His grip on your hair tightened as he held you up, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“What do you want?” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I told you before I’m hungry,” he answered, glancing briefly at the corpse on the ground by the lantern. “It’s been some time since a human wandered into my caves.”

Your eyes filled with unshed tears, breathing quickening. Wooyoung noticed and moved his free hand to wrap around your throat. “Oh, crying won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “But don’t worry,” he continued.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said as leaned in, face inches from yours.

“I don’t kill everyone.”

You glanced at the skeleton before looking back up to meet his gaze. “Why him?” You asked, clearly referencing the dead man. Wooyoung’s eyes darted to the lifeless skeleton before looking back.

“Because he’s a man,” he answered.

You narrowed your eyes at the monstrous creature.

“And that’s why you killed him?” Wooyoung nodded slowly.

“I had no use for him,” he answered, leaning in, sniffing your skin.

“The fear coming from you is so potent,” he added. “It’s making me hungry.”

You whimpered, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling. “Don’t eat me, please,” you squeaked. Wooyoung laughed in your ear. “Oh, I don’t want to eat you,” he answered.

“I don’t eat females,” he added. “I have a much better use for you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but were unable to do so as the hand in your hair pulled, tilting your head to the side and exposing part of your neck to him and just as quickly, you felt a sharp pain in your neck as he sank his teeth into your skin.

You struggled against him, trying to kick at him as your vision blurred.

“Keep fighting, darling,” he teased. “It’ll just speed up the process.”

“What p-process?” You slurred, feeling dizzy, your grip on his wrist slacking.

“The more you move and struggle, the faster my venom will spread through your tiny human body,” he answered, whispering in your ear.

“But don’t worry,” he added. “It won’t kill you. It’ll just knock you out for a while.”

“No,” you murmured feebly as your strength left you, your extremities starting to feel the effects, the tips of your fingers and toes going numb. “Stop.”

Wooyoung chuckled in your ear as your eyes started to slide shut and everything went black. “See you in a few hours, Y/N.”

When you came to, your eyes snapped open but failed to adjust to the darkness around you at first. You tried to move but found your limbs were locked in position. You tried to roll over but you couldn’t move.

Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you and you could see you were suspended in the air at least ten feet off the cavern floor.

“What the fuck?” You whispered, struggling to move your hands. Your wrists were bound in some sort of white rope. The same rope was wrapped around your ankles, midsection and even some of it was around your neck, keeping you firmly immobilized.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Your voice echoed around the rock and you knew there was no way that Wooyoung hadn’t heard you. As if summoned, you heard the clicking as he started to approach. You watched as he rounded a large rock formation and came into view. He looked at you, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said teasingly as he slowly advanced. “Aren’t you a vision,” he added, walking around your form and eyeing you up.

“What a precarious position you’ve found yourself in,” he continued as he rounded to face you again. “You put me in this position,” you growled, glaring at him. He chuckled, reaching a hand up to cup his own cheek.

“You flatter me,” he said with feign embarrassment.

“Let me down!” You demanded but Wooyoung’s playful demeanor dropped. “And if I refuse?” he asked, taking a couple steps forward. Your eyes fell on a flash of something around his neck and you realized it was the key.

How had you not seen it before?

Wooyoung tilted his head, watching you before glancing down and seeing what had caught your attention. “Oh? This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He asked, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“You want this?” He asked.

You nodded, struggling against the bonds.

Wooyoung pulled the string off and held it out. “Go on then,” he smirked. “Take it.”

You struggled against the white ropes and growled in defeat when you couldn’t break it, nor make it budge.

You let out a defeated sigh, head hanging. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Wooyoung smirked as he watched your resolve crumble. “Of course not.”

You raised your head to glare at him. He laughed again as he replaced the string around his neck, the metal of the key resting against his chest.

“Tell you what,” he started, looking back up. “I’ll give you this key if you do something for me.”

You narrowed your eyes, wondering just what you could possibly do for him.

“And what is that?” you asked suspiciously. Wooyoung started to circle you again, ducking his head as he passed under the thick white ropes.

“I told you before, I don’t eat females that wander into my cave,” he started. “Only the men.” You nodded as he passed behind you, feeling a chill run up your spin as you felt the tips of his fingers graze the back of your calf muscle.

“There’s a reason for that,” he continued.

“I know,” you answered. “The men don’t have a purpose.”

Wooyoung chuckled, amused that you paid attention. “Precisely.”

“And the women do?” you asked as his fingertips continued to dance over your skin, moving up the back of your leg until he took a firm grip of the back of your thigh. “They do,” he answered, giving your thigh a firm squeeze before his hand continued up, running over the material of your khaki shorts.

“You know,” he said as his hand moved over your ass. “You should have hidden this better,” he continued, reaching into your pocket and removing the small knife you’d taken from the tattered bag earlier.

“Maybe then I wouldn’t have found it so easily,” he added, tossing it aside, the knife landing with a dull thud as it hit the rocky floor.

You struggled against your bonds as his hand continued up your backside, moving around to your hip. “What do you want with me?” You whispered as his other hand moved up your stomach, stopping just under your chest.

“I have a strange interest in human women,” Wooyoung answered. “My own kind have often ridiculed me for it and even going so far as to ostracize me for it.”

You swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat. “What kind of interest?”

Wooyoung chuckled unceremoniously as his hands made quick work of the bonds holding your ankle, cutting through the rope like it was nothing. Like it was made of—

“Wait,” you gasped as the realization dawned on you. “Is this spider web?!”

Wooyoung laughed. “Took you long enough but even then, most don’t ever figure it out,” he answered. “You’re a smart one, Y/N.”

You glanced back at him from behind you. “What kind of interest do you have in human women?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked up from your backside, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze.

“A sexual one.”

Your stomach dropped at the implications of his words at the same time a heat rushed to your core. ‘A sexual interest?’

“What does that mean? Like you want to study the human body?”

Wooyoung chuckled again, shaking his head. “I think you know exactly what it means, sweetheart,” he answered.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“You want to…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“I want to mate with them,” he finished the sentence for you.

Your cheeks burned, heat flooding your core and rushing between your thighs.

Wooyoung let out a soft laugh. “You’re a strange one,” he said softly, hands moving down to your thighs. “I mention sex one time and your scent changes.”

Your face flushed with heat, realizing he could smell your arousal.

“First you reeked of fear and now? Nothing but arousal,” he noted, leaning in to sniff again. “Seems I’m not the only one interested in cross species breeding,” he continued.

You felt his hands withdraw from your body and twisted to try and get a look at him but he was no longer behind you. You heard a scuttling and turned back around to find him in front of you, face inches from yours.

“So how about it?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I’ll even give you this key if you let me have my way with you.”

You gulped, staring back at him looking between his black eyes.

After a moment, you slowly nodded. “But,” you added. “Leave my ass alone.”

Wooyoung laughed loudly.

“Deal,” he answered, moving quickly behind you.

You felt his hands reach around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts before quickly discarding them along with your panties. “Wow, you waste no time,” you gasped as you felt his fingers spread your folds.

“There’s no need to,” he replied. “You seem to be properly lubricated,” he answered. “Could you possibly untie me, though?” you asked, sounding hopeful and trying to glance behind you.

“No,” he answered flatly. “I prefer this,” he added.

Silence fell between the two of you for a moment before he spoke up again.

“But I suppose I could make you more comfortable though.”

You sighed in relief as he cut through the bonds on your wrist and neck, moving your arms behind your back and quickly wrapping them in the same thick white ropes of webbing. “Is that too tight?” he asked, satisfied when you shook your head.

“Good,” he replied, reaching around to quickly unbutton your top, leaving it open and exposing your black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he noted, ducking his head to look under your body at the material.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Wooyoung chuckled, rolling his eyes before grabbing your hips. “You sure you don’t want to see what you’re getting yourself into?” He asked.

You hesitated. Did you want to see it? Was it human or was it something else.

“Do you think I should?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to or not.

Part of you was curious while the rational part of you said no way.

Without answering you, Wooyoung’s hands left your hips and you heard him moving around your body, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cave.

You waited in anticipation as he rounded in front of you and held your gaze with his black eyes.

Slowly, your eyes traveled down his chest and torso until you saw it.

Your eyes widened, lips parting in a soft gasp.

At the base of his torso was a slit, just past where the golden skin blended into the blackish purple. Protruding from the slit was what you would call his cock.

It was dark indigo at the base, close to the body, fading into a very pale lilac, the same color as his tongue. The head of the shaft was very bulbous, thinning as it neared the base.

The sides of the shaft were covered in rows of bumps. The entire thing curved back towards his body and allowed you to see the thick vein on the underside that ran the entire length. The pointed head was rounded at the tip with light ridges that rippled down to the glans.

Your eyes moved back up to meet his gaze. “Are you scared yet?” he asked.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more turned on by seeing exactly what he was about to put inside you. Wooyoung’s stoic expression morphed into amusement. “Is that so?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you answered him. “I’ve had bigger.”

You weren’t exactly certain where the sudden boldness came from but it seemed to do the trick. The smirk on Wooyoung’s face dropped and he quickly rounded back behind you. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted.

You felt his hands on your hips, tilting your body down as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Just to be certain,” he said, hesitating. “You are giving me permission to mate you?” You rolled your eyes with an annoyed groan. “Yes, just fuck me already!”

Without another word, Wooyoung pulled your hips back, pushing his cock past your folds and driving it deep into your wet pussy.

You let out an involuntary moan as he bottomed out, cock stretching your walls as they fluttered around him.

“Oh,” he murmured. “You’re much tighter than I expected.”

You let out a moan as he gave you a measured thrust, pushing and pulling your hips back, your ass meeting his own hips.

Another moan left your lips as you felt his cock throb inside your cunt.

“So warm and wet,” he noted with a shudder. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he added with a hint of amusement. “Just fuck me, damn it,” you hissed, regretting your words almost instantly as he set a merciless and unrestrained pace, ramming into you with a strength you’d never experienced.

“Oh holy shit,” you gasped, the sound of your skin hitting his reverberating off the walls and echoing around the cavern as he relentlessly drilled your pussy.

“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Wooyoung grunted, the tightness of your walls clearly affecting him more than he let on. “So quick?” You teased, the brat in you jumping out. “Keep teasing me,” he urged. “And I’ll make you regret it.”

You let out a whimper, your nails digging into your palms as you felt one of his hands make contact with your ass, your walls tightening around his cock. “You humans are so predictable,” he noted with a chuckle.

“Always like being spanked.”

You moaned loudly, ignoring the way the sound filled the cave along with the lewd wet sounds of his cock entering your soaked cunt repeatedly and the sound of your skin hitting his with each thrust.

“Was the last guardian this rough with you?” he asked, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into your bare waist.

‘How did he know about that? Could he smell it?’

You shook your head, moan after moan leaving your lips as your head hung, unable to keep it up anymore.

“I can tell. He was too tame. Too soft on you.”

You raised your head to speak but let out a yelp as you felt a sharp pain in your back just above your hip. “What are you doing?” you yelled as you felt Wooyoung’s tongue run over the same spot.

“Marking you,” he answered. You whined, pulling against the restraints. “What about your venom? Isn’t that gonna make me pass out?”

Wooyoung let out another chuckle. “I didn’t inject any venom this time,” he answered. “Just teeth, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself unable as one of his hands grabbed the bindings around your wrists, pulling back and pulling you into his thrusts. “Stop talking,” he growled. “You’re going to ruin this with your words.”

You obeyed his demand, simply moaning loudly, each thrust drawing whimpers and groans as you neared your peak. He wasn’t far behind, his thrust growing sloppier and more erratic told you he was about to blow any moment.

As your walls convulsed around him, you finally tumbled over the edge, coming with a loud, wanton moan, your cunt gripping him tightly.

Wooyoung wasn’t far behind, his grip on your hips tighter, his sharp nails digging into your flesh as he came with a growl, hips stilling as he flooded your abused hole with his sticky seed.

Each spurt inside you made his throbbing cock twitch until it subsided, thick strings of the viscous fluid leaking from you and spilling onto the cave floor.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body shuddering as you came down from your high.

“That certainly was interesting,” Wooyoung said from behind you, slightly breathless. You winced as he pulled his cock free from your cunt, more of his seed spilling onto the floor. “And don’t worry about that,” he added as he moved to release your arms from their bonds.

“I’ve mated with enough human women to know we aren’t compatible.”

Your legs shook as Wooyoung lowered you to your feet, his strong hands holding you steady. “You alright?” he asked softly, watching you carefully. You nodded slowly. “Just a little wobbly,” you admitted. Wooyoung chuckled as he let go.

Your eyes landed on the knife he’d thrown away earlier, now laying at your feet.

“Well,” he said suddenly, drawing your attention. You looked up at him as he removed the key from around his neck. “A deal is a deal,” he added, holding out the string for you to take. You extended your hand and took the key from him.

“Here are your clothes,” he added, also holding out your shorts and panties.

You took them hesitantly and glanced up at him.

“You’re really going to let me go?” You asked softly.

He nodded. “Unless you’d prefer I eat you,” he answered with a devilish grin. “I’m being generous. Leave before I change my mind.”

With that, you hurried past him. “Take a left at the fork,” he called to you as he disappeared into the blackness behind you. You hurried down the tunnel, stopping briefly to pull your clothes back on, making sure to button your blouse and shorts back up before glancing at the key in your hand.

You heard a shift echo in the tunnel and quickly continued on, taking the left at the fork and noticed how the rock began to give way to wooden shelves, lined with books. The door came into view and you reached it, twisting the knob and throwing it open, slamming it shut behind you and leaning against it for support.

Glancing up you were met with the sight of Seonghwa looking at you from the desk.

“Welcome back,” he called, setting his quill down and bringing his hands together.

“I trust you were successful?”

[fanfic-obsessed]

Eldritch Everyone

I have read fantastic stories where Obi Wan/ the Jedi are Eldritch creatures and other stories where the Clones are Eldritch, because of Kaminoan experiments. Let's merge the two with a twist. 

The twist is they are different types of eldritch beings who do not know the other is Eldritch. 

As always disregard any established lore that contradicts this. 

With the clones it is because of Kaminoan experimentation. It will never be quite clear what the Kamnioan’s were trying to do…or if they accomplished their goal. But the Kaminoan experiments on the Clones (with the exception of Boba Fett) genome connected with…something beyond. Something they had no idea what to account for. 

For the Eldritch Clones I am taking heavy inspiration from the incomparable Quarra’s The Force of my Love.  The Clones are a hivemind, existing paradoxically as part of the hive and individually all at once.  Their forms are nigh on indestructible and mutable, meaning they can shapeshift (they, in fact, make the choice to keep Jango Fett’s face and shape as their ‘main form’-partially due to spite, partially because the Kaminoans expect it). They are able to travel instantaneously to any clone that is part of the Hivemind(by contrast this instantaneous travel is limited to only to other members of the hivemind).  Unlike Quarra’s clones they cannot tell the difference between Sith and Jedi(for reasons that will be elaborated on later). They have eidetic memory which, combined with the hive mind, means that what one knows all of them know and none of them ever forget.  This version of the clones have no particular connection to Mandalorian culture, nor any other culture, save perhaps the Jedi (The propaganda that they are created for the Jedi still exists and frankly pales in comparison to how awesome the Jedi actually are). 

The Jedi are Eldritch through their connection to the Force, which is sentient (by certain definitions) but so utterly alien to anything on the mortal plane that there is no direct comparison. Now it needs to be made clear from the first that it is not just Force sensitivity that makes one Eldritch, the connection to the Force is just not strong enough.  There are additional rituals that the Jedi, and the Sith of Old, go through to become what could be considered Avatars of the Force (specifically the Light Side for the Jedi). These rituals were passed down from before the split between Sith and Jedi.

I say Sith of Old here, because Bane, in creating his rule of two, did away with many of those rituals (never realizing their worth) because several of them required more than 2 participants.  There are three rituals in particular that apply here. First is a ritual to allow oneself to fill completely with the Force (making themselves, for a lack of better terminology, larger than their mortal forms), which Bane kept as he believed it simply made one more powerful (and could be accomplished alone). The second ritual, also one that Bane kept, helped to hide the Banite Sith from the Jedi(it also disguised what was happening to the Banite Sith due to the first ritual, even from themselves), though that had always been a side effect of the ritual, not its intended purpose; this ritual is the reason that the Clones cannot sense Jedi and Sith seperately. The third ritual makes one a conduit of the Force (letting the Force pass through oneself) which Bane did away with. It is important here because mortal beings are not meant to be filled to the brim with the Force, without the release valve of the second ritual it causes them to rot from the inside out.   This is important because by the old definition of Sith, the Force Cult that has dedicated themselves to being the Avatars of the Dark Side of the Force, there has not been a Sith since Darth Bane (barring one exception) and why the Banite Sith tend to rot while still living, the longer they are immersed in the Dark Side.  Dooku did not rot because he had done the rituals as a Jedi, though he had not dedicated himself specifically to the Dark, so he never took on the title of True Sith. Ventress, through her training with Ky Narec, had also completed most of the Jedi rituals, meaning she was not a Sith but as closer to it than Palpatine. It was actually Maul who, in growing up submerged in the Dark like he had been, accidentally completed a version of the lost second ritual, and became a True Sith in the old meaning of the word. 

These rituals are meant to immerse a Force Sensitive in the Force itself, giving the connection more strength than it would have otherwise.  The Force abilities that we see the Jedi, and the Sith use, are because of the Rituals and why those that do not go through either version have much subtler/weaker abilities. It also means that the Jedi (and the Sith of old+Maul) give off the eerie impression that, no matter the size or species, they are somehow so much larger than they appear. That there is something beneath their skin trying to get out. Also being plugged directly into Force in the way that they are skews the way they view reality.   It can be hard for the Jedi to connect with beings that are not at least a little Force Sensitive and the Jedi care deeply, but sometimes cannot see what the actual problem is (saying ‘there is no death there is only the force’ is not meant to be a trite saying nor do many of the Jedi quite understand why it is not as comforting as they think it is).

At the beginning of the Clone Wars, both the Jedi and the Clones hide their eldritch nature from each other. Both groups had experienced how showing their nature to the wrong people can break minds and they had no wish to hurt the other. 

The first sign that something was…strange was how in sync both groups were.  The Jedi marveled that the clones never cringed at the sight of them (and that which moved under their skin when they lost focus). The Clones were ecstatic that the Jedi never questioned when they had knowledge they should not have, nor the few occasions when multiple clones spoke from the same mouth.  

Nat born officers would make comments, not directly but meant to be overheard, how the Jedi Padawans grew more ‘other’ every time they visited the Temple on Coruscant. The clones would only stare blankly, to them it seemed like the Padawans were simply growing into themselves. 

Various Jedi and clones began to fall into love (Familial, romantic, sexual, platonic, and other).  It is Depa Billaba and Gray who first confess, and in confessing reveal their respective natures (Depa is the one who made the first move-as soon as the Clones knew of the Jedi’s nature they each sought out their Jedi).

The main reason that Jedi do not get in romantic relationships with non Force Sensitives (and Padme has no Force Sensitivity) is that theri nature pushes them to connect at the deepest level they can with their loved ones.  This can mentally damage non Force Sensitives.

For Obi Wan, if Cody had not confessed, Obi Wan never would have.  He had tried, before, to have romantic relationships with non force sensitives. A few times he had even managed to deny his own nature until the relationship dissolved naturally (Obi Wan, like most Jedi could be…odd, even when trying to fit in). It had become clear through his life that it just was not worth the pain to act on those kinds of feelings.  The knowledge that Cody could bond with him fully, was interested in him both romantically and sexually was a joy. Obi Wan was not even off put that by dating on clone, he was in affect dating all of the clones at once (who were also dating other Jedi)

Sometimes the Clones and Jedi switched partners. For instance Mace Windu, who was primarily dating Ponds, loved the Theater, which Ponds was ambivalent about but Bly also loved the theater (which Aayla actively disliked). So Bly and Mace had a standing monthly date night to a variety of theaters all over the galaxy, and at least once a year end up acting in a performance. Or how Fox was one of the only Clones that was not bored stupid at the Anniversary Ball, a pretentious event of a small but rich mid rim planet to celebrate the ratifying of a treaty, that Obi Wan is required to go to every year (even the years he was actively at war). So Fox is Obi Wan’s date, while Cody and Vos (who primarily dated the Coruscant Guard), would use the night to break up some kind of ring(slavery, drugs, smuggling, etc.)

Rex found that he fit neatly into Padme and Anakin’s relationship, somehow providing a stabilizing influence on their bond.  Padme and Anakin had bonded after the first battle of Geonosis but it was a case of Anakin being young and stupid and reckless, and Padme not actually understanding what Anakin was talking about when he tried to explain the risks (She thought he was saying that it might hurt her, and she was reassuring him that she trust him to be careful. He thought she was saying that she knew about the risks and was Force Sensitive enough to not be harmed).  There was already some damage done to  Padme’s mind (mostly in terms of willpower, personality, and impulse control) by the time Rex joined the bond, and not all of it was correctable, but most was. 

It is not the Jedi and the Clones that disrupt Palpatine’s plans (though the chips never worked, so eventually they would have). It was Dooku, Ventress, and Maul. Maul was the first True Sith, though it was accidental, in almost 1000 years. Dooku knew what it meant to be Jedi/Sith in the original sense and could tell that Palpatine did not. Ventress, like Dooku, had gone through the Jedi versions of the rituals (those rituals may have been passed down since before the split, but time had caused a bit of difference).  Because Palpatine has the deeper connection to the Force but not release valve, for lack of a better term, he is more immediately powerful but in the long run is doing far more damage to himself than he realizes.  Sometime before Maul would have gone after Satine, he encounters Ventress, who recognizes him as an actual Sith and brings him to Dooku. 

These three decide that they are going to destroy Palpatine (for being a Pretended Sith) and rebuild the actual Sith Order with the full Sith rituals. Maul is a bit surprised to realize that he, by himself, is more than a match for Palpatine (Since this was the man that had tormented him since childhood; he always had the picture that Palptine was bigger than life). Dooku then publishes all of the wrong doings he knew of from Palpatine’s entire circle-CIS and Republic alike- (and he knew about 80% of what was eventually uncovered). Then all three of them fuck off to Morriban to begin their research into resurrecting the Sith Order. 

The Jedi Order and the Clones collectively decide to let them, on the basis that at least they know where the three Sith are and it keeps them busy.

[bisclavret]

incomplete list of things about gwaine that drive me crazy in no particular order:

he was the son of a knight but earned his knighthood by different means, so his origins are never mentioned again. except when merlin (in old bitch mode) threatens to ~out~ him with "i know what you are". assuming what he means is that gwaine is a [secret noble] and not a [homophobic slur]

does this mean his heritage is something gwaine does not want to broadcast? why? is it because the other new knights aren't of noble birth and he doesn't want to stand out? is he that insecure?

hold on i just got a note about this from the writers room. it says "who gives a shit" ???? what do they mean by this?

king caerleon and queen annis become important characters down the line and gwaine somehow does not get involved with their plot at all. he's from caerleon so that's literally the king that tore apart his family and left them to die. s3 gwaine seemed pretty severely traumatized by all this but i guess he got over it

it's like they put him in a suit of armor and he immediately got brain damage. what do you mean "how do we know which way is north"??? gwaine. gwaine how many fingers am i holding up

"why am i always the butt [of the joke]?" he asks his fellow knights. they clown on him even harder.

but tbh it's a fair question — why is he always the butt of the joke? it's always either him or merlin. y'know, merlin the walking talking gay metaphor... and sir gawain from the famous bisexual christmas story (that never happened). why are the two of them always the butt of the joke? i wonder if—no.... it cannot be.....

"got bored of playing soldiers" gwaine tells his closest friend before helping him rescue a "traitor". but we don't have time to unpack all that. in fact, forget he said anything. forget it just like he's about to forget seeing merlin do magic right in front of his face in a few minutes.

sir gwaine loves playing soldiers! he loves saying things like "enough! you speak to the king!" because evoking royal status to force people into submission is gwaine's favorite thing to do. as we all know.

a sorcerer looks him right in the eye and tells him "i am not evil. i am just someone who values his freedom" the "...are you?", like anything that could be remotely interesting in this show, is left unspoken. and is he??? idk guys

the diamair - that alien-looking creature that contains all the wisdom in the world - healed gwaine from the brink of death and seemed to single him out as important. but important how? he unceremoniously dies later that season having achieved zero notable quests as a knight; in fact he probably had more epic adventures as a rogue traveler!

or was the most important moment in gwaine's life — his purpose — to chaperone merlin to a cave without even knowing why?

i mean why not i suppose. kilgharrah was plotting his merthur doomed yaoi the entire time so it's plausible the diamair was on the merwaine doomed yaoi train.

speaking of doomed yaoi. (you knew we'd get there)

pov: you're a charming rogue adventurer with no friends. one day you meet a cute weirdo who begs you to get knighted and stay in town so you can keep bonding over your daddy issues or whatever it is guys do. you keep refusing but after the third time he asks you're like sure why not i've lowkey always wanted to try this. and then as soon as you're knighted he promptly loses all interest in you unless he needs something.

so what do you do?

a) keep challenging him the way you used to because it always works on him and he always comes out of his shell and it's always a rewarding experience for both of you

b) have a bittersweet arc where you grapple with the fact that knighthood and life at camelot aren't what you hoped they'd be after all — in part due to your people-pleasing tendencies

c) let the cute weirdo keep calling the shots even when he closes off even more and seems increasingly miserable and antisocial

d) passive-aggressively hint that you would do more for him than for any girl but never tell him how you feel or what you know and never directly ask him to trust you because misery and apathy are infectious and brother you've caught the bug

e) march off to face the local evil witch unarmed (you gave away your sword in lieu of a love confession) and let her put you out of your misery once and for all <3

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

TW: angst, fighting, discussion of nsfw topics

The alcohol you ingested certainly does not help with your coordination. You nearly bump into several club-goers, as if you are a salmon struggling to make your way up stream. You feel as though you can’t breathe, your skin crawling on your bones.

Once you finally burst out the doors you gasp for breath, grateful for the outside, if not polluted, air. You do not stop moving, your feet mindlessly carrying you down the sidewalk, away. All you can think, is that you want to get away.

You don’t really pay attention to your surroundings in your manic dash. Julian’s face keeps flashing in your mind. Of all the men in your life who had hurt you, none of them had been half so beguiling as Julian. None of them so fucking clever at hiding the monster inside. 

You have been a fly caught in his web, baited by his puppy dog eyes and his kindness in his doctor’s persona–you cannot understand how that man can share the same body with the dom who literally licked your blood from your palm earlier, and loved it. He lured you but now you know the only way you can be intimate with that man is through playing dangerous games with his darker side. Maybe some of them you could have enjoyed, but this? He would tease you with the crumbs of his sweetness, his kisses and caresses, but he would make you pay for them with your pain, your blood, and your submission.

It can only end in your ruin.

You would destroy yourself, trying to heal this man, while he just kept taking pieces out of you and swallowing them whole. 

As your feet slow you look around, and you realize you have no fucking idea where you are.

Well done, you fucking little idiot. Filled with crippling despair, you sink to the cracked concrete curb, ruining the seat of your silk dress, hanging your head in your hands. Asking Julian to take you home is out of the question. You can’t really afford a taxi. You could call an Uber, but the thought of getting in a car with a total stranger right now makes you feel ill. And you are way too drunk to try to navigate the Byzantine bus system of LA.

You stare at your phone, and your fingers swipe and tap of their own volition, as though to say we know what to do, you messy bitch. The phone only rings twice before a familiar, deep voice comes over the line. “Hey baby.”

“Tom?”

“What’s wrong?” 

The sleepy warmth in his tone immediately sharpens, and the fact that he hears the distress in your voice after just one word fills you with a relief that maybe you have no right to.

“Can you come get me?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

You laugh a little at that, a brittle sound you have not heard in your own voice in a long time. “I don’t know?” Your voice cracks, your throat tight, on the verge of tears. “I’m somewhere in Venice.”

There’s a silence on the other end that communicates he has an inkling of what you’ve been up to. “Are you hurt?” There’s an undertone of something dangerous in his question, but you don’t think it’s directed at you. 

“No. Just…” Scared. Embarrassed. Stupid. Heartbroken. Drunk.

You can’t bring yourself to say any of these things aloud. You settle for, “Lost.” 

It was the understatement of the century.

“Ok, honey. I’m on my way. Tell me what you see.”

You describe your surroundings as best you can, and it’s enough for this man who knows this city like the back of his hand. He has you stay on the line, asking you little questions you hardly even think about the answers you give. You’re in a different place, in your mind, and like the forever original creature that you are, you sit there and cry quietly while Tom tries to keep you talking. Meanwhile, you cannot stop picturing Julian’s face, the hunger in his eyes as he watched that poor girl being lit on fire.

By the time you hear the bass growl of Tom’s Charger swing up to the curb, you don’t know how long it’s been, only that you’re grateful for the sight. Moments later he’s kneeling in front of you, his big hands cradling your tear-streaked face like you are something precious and breakable.

At least the last part is true.

“Y/n? You ok, sweet girl?” He wipes your tears with his thumb, sweeping your damp hair back from your face. You can only imagine how terrible you must look. Waterproof mascara has its limits.

Bravely you nod, though your chin quivers tellingly. “Thank you for coming.” 

“I’ll always come for you, y/n,” he tells you with a frown, and goddammit if you don’t believe him. He’s looking you over, inspecting you for damage you’re too in shock or too embarrassed to disclose. When he finds the bandage on your hand his expression turns murderous. “What the fuck is this?”

“I cut myself,” you assure him, certain that if you don’t convince this dangerous man of the truth, Julian’s not days, but hours, are numbered. “With scissors. Opening a plant.”

Tom narrows his eyes, glaring down at the bandage like he’s not sure he believes you. “What happened then? Why are you out here alone like this?”

“Julian wanted to show me the club,” you try to answer as vaguely as possible. “But I…couldn’t handle it.” You shake your head, unable to meet his eyes. He wants to hurt you. Julian had outright told you so, but somehow before tonight, maybe you didn’t really believe him.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Tom asks, his voice low and pointedly gentle. You realize, a beat later, that he’s asking if you need a rape kit. You never imagined, for some reason, that this man could be as equally gentle with victims as he is harsh with perps. That warms your heart for some reason. 

You shake your head slowly. “No, nothing like that.”

He searches your face with those sharp black eyes, and you imagine that stare is probably just as effective as a lie detector. You almost didn’t even register it, maybe because it feels so natural, but his hands are on you. His hands have been on you this entire time, and his touch makes you feel anchored, like just maybe you won’t get blown away in this shitstorm.

He looks at the matching bangles around your wrists next, the thin bands of gold bearing Julian’s monogram in that delicate slanted script.

“Fucking asshole, really thinks he owns you,” Tom growls, sliding one from your hand, and crushing the soft high karat gold in his fist.  

“Hey.” Your protest is half hearted at best, and all you do is watch as he does the same to the other one, bending it beyond recognition. Destroying the precious little objects that weighed on your wrists with such heavy meaning seems to make him feel better. 

Maybe you feel lighter too.

“Trade ‘em at a pawn shop for scrap value, honey. That’s all they’re good for.”

“They were Tiffany,” you tell him with a half smile and a raised eyebrow.

“They were Bullshit & Co, baby girl.” He might just be right about that. “Didn’t really think you cared about stuff like that?” 

You shrug, because you don’t, but you’d never owned anything so fine. The novelty of it was enchanting, but maybe the real price for them was far too high.

“Can you take me home?” You think you probably look as pathetic as you sound.

He nods, pulling you to your feet with those strong hands, lifting you like you weigh nothing. You lean on him, more than you have to, and it takes all your self control not to wrap your arms around his solid torso and not let go. You realize, this is the first time all night you actually feel safe. “I’ve got you, honey. Come on.”

He walks you to the passenger side of the Charger, tucking you down into the seat, even fussing over the seatbelt. “I can do it,” you tell him softly with a brittle smile. You only see it for a flash of a second, but the rawness in his expression wipes that stupid smile right off your face. You realize that he was scared, for you, and the unlikelihood of it all makes you reach for him. 

He freezes as you touch his cheek, your thumb tracing his high cheekbone. Only belatedly do you remember it's the hand with the bandage, because you really have had too much to drink, and you start to withdraw. Not before he turns to press his lips to your palm, his hand dwarfing yours. “You’re safe now. Alright?” 

You nod, and your heart hammers in your chest as his gaze drops for a telling moment to your lips. In this vulnerable, inebriated state, safely ensconced in his car, you decide there’s nothing you would like more than to kiss Tom Ludlow, your unlikely knight in shining armor. It seems like the least you can do. You even start to lean towards him, but with a small growl he’s suddenly gone, shutting your door, and striding around to the driver's side. You almost can’t believe it.

But then again, you’re a fucking mess. Why would he want to kiss you?

Julian chooses this moment to start blowing up your phone. You send it to voicemail. As Tom pulls away, the Hemi snarling down the streets of Venice, your doctor demands,

WHERE ARE YOU?!

In answer you tap out, I can’t do this, Julian. I’m sorry. I left. You look over at Tom, a small warmth blooming in your chest, before adding, I’m safe.

Julian tries to keep talking to you, but you decide to just turn off your phone entirely, tossing it down on the floormat with your little clutch purse.You close your eyes, and sit back in the seat. Even then, you can feel Tom looking over at you.

You don’t know where you get the courage to speak, except maybe it’s just the liquid kind, and you’ll really regret it in the morning. “You’re a smart guy, Tom. Maybe you can tell me. What is it about me, that makes men want to hurt me? My whole fucking life…” Your courage does fail you then, and your mouth snaps shut.

There’s the regret. You knew it was there somewhere.

“Honey…” He reaches for you, engulfing your hand in his catcher’s mitt of a paw, squeezing. “I’ve seen a lot of bad shit over the years as a cop. The world is full of assholes. It’s full of evil. Maybe even more than good. It’s not your fault, when it finds you. Ok?”

You nod silently, but you still can’t help but think you’re like a fucking magnet for it. Julian had seemed like such a nice guy, but it turns out he literally wants to beat you with sticks–and maybe light you on fire? A bit of a roué. The understatement of the century.

And Tom seemed like an insufferable alpha asshole, but here he is, saving your ass when you had no one else to turn to.

Maybe the real lesson of the night is that you can’t trust your own judgment at all. 

You feel Tom looking over at you again, that evaluating gaze that you fear misses nothing. “You sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You shake your head again. “He just…wanted to,” you admit. “He told me about it. That’s as far as it got.” 

“Ok, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hand again, and you can’t help yourself from looking down at it in your lap, and imagining what it would be like if he slid those long fingers up your thigh, and into your panties while driving this powerful machine at breakneck speed down the road. His voice breaks you from your fantasy, leaving you blinking from the brightness of the passing headlights. “Look. Maybe that shit is all done up as something safe with all its rules and consenting adults and blah blah blah, but I’m a cop, and I know an abuser when I see one. If a man cares about you, he shouldn’t want to hurt you. Ok? Don’t let him mindfuck you, baby girl. Stay away from him. You don’t owe him anything, and he doesn’t own you.”

“You think you own me. By that logic, shouldn’t I stay away from you too?” 

He gives your thigh a little possessive squeeze. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

Maybe you’re a horrible judge of character, and maybe you should just listen to yourself every once in a while and stop getting into these situations, and maybe you’re just fucking stupid, but you believe Tom Ludlow. You believe him with every part of you. 

“Well, you’re sorta.” A big hiccup cuts off the middle of your sentence, and you cover your mouth. Oh, that’s how you absolutely know you’re too inebriated for your own good. 

Tom laughs. “Sorta what? Mean? Domineering? Bull headed?” 

“Cocky,” you add, using the hand on your mouth to cover your smile. Somehow, this man has already managed to cheer you up a little. 

“You can be dominant without hurting someone,” he tells you, tapping the side of your thigh with one chunky finger. You twitch a little bit, and it spreads a big grin on his face. The temptation exists to grab his hand and guide it right under the skirt of the dress, but you’re sadly not that drunk. 

“Maybe…I need a demonstration?” 

He looks so handsome when you catch him off guard, that rugged eyebrow quick and easy, raising in either confusion, humor, or a little bit of both. “Maybe I need to have dinner with you.”  

Nope. No more dates. No more, says panicking sober brain. 

“I was thinking maybe we just… skip the date?” 

“Why? So you can avoid all those feelings you have about me? This might surprise you, but I’m not much for one night stands.” 

Really? Fucking really? All his sexual innuendos and suggestions and poking and prodding and he’s suddenly the Virgin Mary? 

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, unable to hide your anger. Alcohol. It does wonders. And horrors. 

“I’d like to fuck you more than once, honey.” 

“I’m not saying it would only be once.” 

“Oh? And then the rest of the time, when we’re not fucking, you avoid me and ignore my calls?” Impenetrable Tom Ludlow seems a bit annoyed. Meanwhile, you are internally melting at his words. A man that wants to do more than just fuck you? Take advantage of you? Tom wants you? Fucking asshole. For making you feel…special. Wanted. Even if it is true.

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What?” His anger makes you flinch. 

You knock his hand off your thigh. “I said, I don’t believe you.” 

“Maybe you would if you’d give me a chance.”

“You don’t take no for an answer.” 

“Because I like you, and I’m not stupid enough to let you go.” Your internal monologue is screaming, resist. You’ve heard this shit before. 

That’s the mantra. 

You’ve heard it before.

“You just don’t get it.”

“Because you won’t let me. For Christ’s sake, it’s just one date. You wanna act all tough, but if you ask me, you’re being a coward.” 

His words hurt, and you shrink back from the deep bite of his tone. He must notice the withdrawal, because he’s reaching over to touch your cheek, to soothe you, to tame you easily with that big, warm touch. 

You smack him away. “Don’t touch me.” 

“Baby.” His voice is soft, now, and fuck him for plucking every single one of your heart strings with it. 

“No. Just let me out. I’ll walk home. I’ll call a fucking Uber.” 

“You’re not getting out of this car until I watch you walk into your apartment.” 

“You’re not the boss of me!” 

“No, but I’m bigger, stronger, and have double locks on these doors, so you’re getting home safe whether you like it or not.” 

So you stew in your frustration for the rest of the ride home, your arms crossed like a petulant child. When he pulls up to your apartment building you remember that you had not, in fact, told him where you live.

“How do you know where I live? See, this is why I didn’t go on a date with you. It’s weird that you know where I live. I didn’t even tell you, and you think I’m the one who’s doing something wrong here? You’re a real piece of work, Tom.” You’re babbling, rambling, trying to restrain drops of salty liquid from falling down your face and failing horribly.  

He turns toward you, calm and despondent. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” 

This is the second time he’s said sorry to you since the day you met him. No, maybe the third. He just swings that word around like he does his badge, and it’s so strange. People do not say sorry to you. That apologetic roll is usually yours and yours alone, and here he is just… Just saying it? Why does it piss you off even more? 

You get out of the car, slam the door shut, and punch the security buttons for your complex. It's only after you’re safely inside that Tom drives away. 

[avocado-writing]

Ohhhh my lord I would DIE for some sort of AU where Astarion had a lover/partner before he was turned by Cazador???

And maybe he finds you visiting his grave after being freed from the tadpole or something and mentally debating whether to go to you or stay hidden bc he’s insecure about being a vampire?

Idk I’ve just been thinking about this randomly and the angst would be so goooood

Love Love Love your work Avo 💚💚💚

notes: sorry for this I swear I’ll write something happy next.

pairing: astarion x reader.

warnings: hurt, no comfort

rating: T

He dies and leaves you broken.

At least, you think he does. There is no way for him to come to you through those first few years, when Cazador keeps him imprisoned alone and half-crazed with starvation, sucking the innards out of rats until their desiccated husks are his only company. Eventually he manages to endear himself to his master enough that he is allowed out of the palace, though that is only to bring food back in the form of the unsuspecting nobles of Baldur’s Gate.

It is a miserable existence. He hates his body, hates himself, and as Cazador forces him to seduce people back, using his own beauty as bait, the soft nights he spent with you are all that keeps him sane.

Your memory is a light in the darkness of his new life.

On the fifth anniversary of his death, the first chance he has since he was turned, he cannot help but go and visit his grave. Call him maudlin, but he wonders if it has yet fallen into disrepair. As a magistrate he was hardly the most popular man in the city, and now everyone thinks he’s long gone…

He does not find it empty. He finds a sobbing figure next to the headstone.

You are just as lovely as he remembers, though your face is stained with tears. You grieve as if he died yesterday and not several years past. Your fingers carefully caress the engraving of his name, the way you used to trace them over his cheekbones, his lips.

It is a punch to the gut.

“Why did you have to leave me…” you choke, gripping the grass so hard you tear it from the ground.

He wants to hold you in his arms. To tell you that he is here, that death didn’t take him. He wants to remember what it feels like to touch you, really touch you, not just live by an echo of it in his memory. 

But he can’t, because he is a monster. A creature which belongs to the night. You would not want him now, would you? You’re a thing of beating blood and soft flesh and breathed air and life. He simply cannot anchor you to this thing which he has become and drag you down too.

That would just kill him all over again.

Wordlessly, he leaves you to mourn.

He comes back every year, to that little corner of the graveyard. You still cry but as time moves on, it is less, and eventually you make it through a whole visit without shedding a tear. You wax poetic about your favourite memories of him: quiet meals spent together, days when you never left bed, private in-jokes he thinks you would have forgotten by now. He listens to you talk from the shadows. 

It is the one thing he has to look forward to all year.

Then you start bringing company.

Your partner holds your hand tightly, and Astarion seethes from the darkness as you tell them about all him, about the pale elf you used to love. They listen as you fondly recount stories of your time together, and Astarion is torn: you no longer sound hurt like you once did, like the grief is a constant companion as you stumble on through life; but he is bitter. You were his. And now your hand easily links through the fingers of another.

He considers attacking you both. Biting you, trying to turn you. Killing your new paramour and having their bastard blood quench his unholy thirst.

But then you laugh, really laugh, tipping your head back in mirth at something they said, and leaning up against them. The way you used to with him.

How can a dead heart break?

He leaves.

The next year, when the two of you visit, you have matching rings on your fingers.

The year after that, you do not come to his grave at all. He wonders if you have finally forgotten about him. He tries to swallow this fact and move on, but what does he have to move on to? More misery. More loneliness. More Cazador.

The year after he finds you there, once again, and he feels the first twinge of joy in gods know how long –

“We had a baby, Astarion,” you say to the cold stone in front of you, carefully clearing off the moss which has attempted to take it over. “A little boy. He’s so precious… I know you never really liked children, but I hope you’d be pleased for me. I miss you, my darling, but I’m finally happy.”

He never visits his grave again.

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