#astounding wolf man

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Invincible Universe #1-12 art by Todd Nauck

[thenixkat]

I do think there's an underutilized potential in episodic werewolf superhero stuff. Both of the plain fun weird shit and the more serious introspective kinds.

It's just that the quality of what I've seen so far is usually hit or miss, or they don't have the budget to do as well as they could, or have racist tropes in them.

Maybe some day we'll have some really neat werewolf superhero series.

[Don't bring up the Teen Wolf tv series. I don't care for it and I don't think it's quality.]

[bamboozled-distress]

finished reading over 200 issues of invincible in the span of six days now what the fuck am i supposed to do with my life

[jinlintai]

*bowling pins toppling noise*

[vonlycaonwife]

May I please have a smexy von lycoan x maid!reader, (fem please) where the new maid is a clutz and gets on Von's nerves on accident. and then one day he loses his composure and decides to 'punish' her and maybe teach her a lesson about proper serving etiquette. please scenario, i would like to hear your thoughts. ;)

I know who you are you sonuva- ANYWAY yeah I can do that.....lord help me

Female reader! Also very ooc!

Warnings: Smut, breeding, face fucking, knotting, dubious consent, unbalanced power dynamics (boss/worker like), severely ooc, partially written before game release

He has just about had it.

A few months ago the agency had just hired a new employee, one that Lycaon had to supervise. She seemed very sweet and excited to do her job, something he enjoyed seeing since those at Victoria Housekeeping Co. must have a good head on their shoulders to do their job.

But then it turned out she was even more of a clutz than Corin, something that's baffled almost everyone.

An often occurrence would be her cleaning something to perfection, only to end up breaking said thing. Another would be her always burning whatever it was she was baking, or adding too much of something. Even during hollow raids she and others end up getting hurt by her own weapon rather than by ethereal. Mainly the only thing she can do is serve tea and even that's a fifty-fifty on if she'll drop the cup in your lap or not. It was astounding how many things went wrong when she was near, though she was always apologetic over every mess up.

And today Lycaon had to scold her once again over the continuous trip ups, though he has not done that yet since the woman was late for their meeting again. 

It was bad enough for him that he had to deal with his own body that was determined to start a rut, but combine that with the fact that the woman that irritated him to no end also had a scent that drove him mad. He usually had better control over himself, but every time something happened that involved her he would have to steel his nerves or otherwise he would go into a full rut. It annoyed him to no end. Though he supposed it was why he was harsher on her than he was on anyone else, as much as he hated to admit. Others had brought it up to him about his behavior, but he would rather be harsher than act like a feral dog. 

"You're late." He huffed once he heard the door open, he turned his eyes to meet the doe like ones of the woman. He held back a growl as her scent entered his nose, quickly placing his hands onto the desk to keep himself from tearing into his uniform. She flinched at his tone, brows pinched in anxiety.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to run here to be on time and...I bumped into someone and caused another mess. I cleaned it up though! So it's no worries!" She reassured, waving her hands around in an attempt to placate his wrath. She tried to smile even when the atmosphere began to grow cold, something that irritated the man even more.

"Another one? How many has that been today?" He asked angrily, his claws just barely scratching into the wood of his desk. Her scent was driving him mad, he had to keep his mind off of it by directing his growing frustrations onto her. 

The woman flinched again, fear rising within her. While she was used to being scolded, this kind of anger aimed towards her was new and frightening. At most the wolf was only ever annoyed or frustrated, but now she felt like she was about to be eaten alive.

"It seems you need another lesson." He said, suddenly calm. At least what she thought was calm, but at meeting his eyes once again all she could see was unbridled anger. Along with something else she couldn't discern. As he stood she froze in place, her hands gripping onto her skirt tightly her knuckles almost turned white. The two kept eye contact as the large man walked his way around his desk, ignoring the claw marks, before standing directly in front of the woman. "We've had this conversation so many times, but it seems you're not getting it.”

"I-I'm sorry Sir! I'll do better, I promise!” She begged, straining her neck to look up at him. While she wasn't that short, she always had a hard time not cramping her neck whenever she had to look at Lycaon. She shivered under his gaze, steeling her nerves so she wouldn't step back in fear. While she is able to handle most things, right now it almost felt like she was prey staring into the face of a predator. “Really I will.”

“You say that…” He started, before suddenly growling with a ferocity that terrified her. She suddenly backed up, her mind running over what options she had, before her back ran into the door behind her. She quickly turned around, her flight instincts blaring danger in her head, attempting to open the door before she felt hands slam onto the surface beside her. Frozen in place she could only be aware of her thoughts screaming at her to run, before it all stopped when she felt his breath hit her neck. “And yet you never seem to improve.”

Lycaon can only berate himself as his own body had seemed to be taken over by his instincts. Just the sight of her looking up at him with her wide eyes had made him mad, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be closer to her. Her scent was overriding his sense of smell, the feel of her shaking in fear under him was embarrassingly delicious. He didn't think of himself to be cruel, and yet he relished in her fear. His hands were shaking against the door, claws scratching at the surface while he barely tried to reign in himself.

“Do you even know how much you irritate me? How annoying it is to have to have these talks with you every damn week?” He growled out, his nose brushing against her hair as he spoke. His claws dug deeper into the wooden surface as he tried to keep himself from touching her with them. He knew if he did that he couldn't go back, he wouldn't be able to hold himself together like he barely is at this moment. His sharp ears heard her gasp as the sound of wood splitting rang out. “Do you even know how hard it is to keep myself contained with that smell of yours?”

“I-”

“Shut up.” He brushed his teeth against the skin of her neck, groaning as he heard her whimper in fear. But what also caught his attention was that her scent somehow became even more potent, making him realize something. He slowly released his hands from the wooden surface, giving them a quick glance for any potential splinters, before dropping to his knees. His hands lifted up her skirt, releasing an enormous wave of her scent. He quickly moved his face closer to her, his nose brushing against her core.

“S-Sir!” She yelped, her hands moving to try and move him away before he could realize. But she stopped when he heard him growl, ordering her to stay in place. Understanding he figured out how she was suddenly turned on by the sudden turn of events, she obeyed his order. She stared at the patterns of the wood, trying to keep her mind off the fact that her superior was suddenly sniffing her like a horny animal. Not that she minded too much, as she had developed a small crush on him since gaining her job at the company. 

“Lesson one, speak when spoken to.” He said, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he nudged them to spread apart.

“B-But-”

“Quiet.” He ordered, before pressing his nose against her once more. He could feel his entire body shiver as the woman's scent flooded his senses. His ears could pick up the noises she tried to repress, causing him to huff in amusement. He used one hand to move the thin fabric that separated him from her bare skin aside, making it possible to place his long tongue along her folds.

“Ah! S-Sir wait-”

“I said, be quiet.” He grunted, adding a growl to emphasize his order. He felt her freeze from his tone as he swiped his tongue over her once more. The taste that spread on his tongue was like heaven to him, completely making him forget the world around him as he pushed his face deeper to taste more.

As his tongue entered her, her hands quickly flew to cover her mouth to prevent any noises from escaping. Her forehead leaned against the door as she tried to even out her breathing, her legs began to shake as she felt his tongue reach deeper. She could feel his hands gripping tighten as a way to keep her still, his claws digging into her skin in a way that brought no pain to her. 

Soon she began to feel that familiar coil within her tighten, causing her to grip onto her face harden. She could feel his tongue quicken its pace as her walls constricted, her whole body shook as she felt that coil ready to burst. Only to be met with a sudden emptiness causing her to quickly turn her head around to see him stand up. She wanted to ask why he stopped, before she suddenly was lifted into the air. Squealing at the movement, she wiggled in his grip before she found herself placed onto one of the plush chairs. After blinking a bit to understand what had happened, she looked up to see his piercing red eye staring down back at her.

“Lesson two, all employees must fulfill their tasks with perfect proficiency.” Lycaon barely spoke, adjusting his belt before pushing down his slacks to reveal his hardening member. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in his size, her thighs squeezing together in both mild fear and anticipation. Wordlessly she adjusted herself in the seat and hesitantly wrapped one hand around him, slowly moving it along the shaft. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but a gentle began to pet her head, making her meet his eyes once more. “Just relax.”

His voice was very gentle, putting her in a shock before she could realize he removed her hand and pressed the head of his cock against her slightly parted lips. She almost jumped at the contact before that hand gripped her hair to keep her in place. The low growl he released was the only warning he would give her. Shivering she widened her opened mouth and slowly gave small licks, earning a hum in approval. Soon she leaned forward, bringing the head into her mouth and sucking. Her hands were gripping onto the skirt of her uniform, knuckles turning white as she tried her best to keep her mouth wide enough to accommodate his size. 

Quickly the thirian took charge and began to move his hips slowly, pushing his length further and further down her throat. As time went on his pace became rougher and faster, causing tears to start welling in her eyes. But she made no complaint, only kept her eyes shut as she focused on breathing through her nose. Embarrassingly she could feel the spot on the cushion seat below her become damp, making her whine against him. Though she could barely hear herself over the growls the man was releasing. Soon she could feel him pulsate against her tongue, but before he could cum, he released himself from her mouth. 

Before she could question anything, she suddenly felt him grab her by the waist and all but slam her onto the desk. But nothing happened, he only stared into her eyes. It’s as if he was hesitant to do anything else, his claws gripping onto with the same intensity as earlier. The two stayed in their fixed position before one finally spoke.

“Do you want this?” The words barely came out of the thirian, more so only able to leave past his lips with his pants.

“W-What?”

“I’m asking if you truly want this, because if this goes further then we can’t go back.” He slowly explains, like he was in a daze.

“Oh…” She blinks, her muddled brain struggling to fully comprehend what he was saying. But once it settled itself within her thoughts did all the muddiness completely disappear. “O-Oh! Y-Yeah I am! I’ve uh…”

Her face flushes as she attempts to get her thoughts in order. “I’ve already…had some feelings for you so…if you don’t-eep!”

His lips slam onto hers, interrupting her words. She lets out a surprised squeal, tensing in his grip, before relaxing and wrapping her arms around his neck. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, swallowing her noises as he reached one hand to rub circles around her clit. Soon she felt the tip of his cock nudge at her entrance, causing her to tense once more.

“Relax.” She could barely hear him say as he slowly thrust himself inside. Her insides almost felt like they were on fire from the sheer intense heat of his length. When he finally completely filled her, tears were running down her face as she tried not to move and adjust. Lycaon trailed soft kisses all over her face as he waited for her to give the go ahead. Soon she began to relax, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Reading her body languages, Lycaon began to move his hips at a slow pace. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on not losing control, the way he could only smell her scent and the fact it was all over him made him almost go insane. The one hand still holding onto the desk tightened around the wood, close to splinting it like what he did with the wall earlier. He had moved his other hand to her clothed waist, keeping her in place as soon began to speed up. Her whines rang out of the room, adding fuel to the fire of his loosening restraint.

As he focused on controlling his instincts, he somehow didn’t notice her fingers settling into the fur at the back of his neck. She gave it a quick pull, not too harsh to pull out any fur, making him groan in pain. He opened his eyes to meet her own, glaring down at her intensely. He leaned down, growling out harsh words of disapproval. But the lustful gleam he saw in her eyes and her whiny begging was what finally drove him to let go. Slamming his hips against hers with wild abandonment, his teeth gently biting at the exposed skin of her neck while his hands grabbed onto her legs to move them on top of his shoulders. 

He was taking it all in, the sound of her moans and high pitch screams, the taste of her sweat and tears on his tongue, and the smell of their scents mingling together along with the growing smell of sex. He even could hear his own groans and growls, though his focus moved quickly to the feeling of his swelling knot enlarging. His instincts were urging him to push it in right this instant, but he had some restraint left to wait. 

Meanwhile she was overwhelmed by his rough pace, tears flowing down her face as she was slammed with wave after wave of pleasure. She could barely think, her mind only focused on the feeling of him filling her to the brim. But soon she could feel that familiar coil within her, tightening at such an alarming rate. Her voice began to break as it reached a higher pitch than her vocal cords were able to handle, her hands clutching onto his fur in search of anything to stabilize herself. She tried to let any words out, but was once more interrupted by him kissing her. She could only moan into his mouth as she felt something bigger push into her. Her eyes widened in shock as his knot was thrusted in, her body tensing and squirming as the rush of pleasure flooded her veins once more. Released from the kiss, she could only whine as her insides were filled with his hot seed.

“Wait.” He said, gently keeping her in place as she squirmed. “Give it a few minutes.”

She nodded in response, having no energy for words. He chuckled at that, amused at her state. Once he was able to remove himself, he shushed her as she whined from the loss. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy, as her body finally relaxed after everything. She barely felt him move her to sit back in the chair she had stained, hearing him whisper about returning with cleaning rags and other necessary items. She wasn't able to respond before sleep finally overtook her.

She wasn't able to see the soft he gave her, nor did she even realize he had kissed her forehead. He quickly made himself suitable again before quietly leaving through the door, locking it to make sure no one would walk in on the mess he had to clean up. Though he's sure he would walk into an even bigger mess once the woman wakes up and tries to clean. But he isn't too upset about that fact now.

Since it just means he has an opportunity to teach her another “lesson.”

[fangirlingpuggle]

More thoughts on time quangle time line with Ylfa in starstuck timeline. (Link)

Ylfa finding Sid to be the coolest ever and just follows her around constantly like even more admiration than for Rosamund. Her trying to roller skate to copy her... it doesn't work.

Sid also just instantly adoring Ylfa like pointing at Ylfa when in giant wolf form 'I have only known Ylfa for a day and a half but if anything happens to her I blow up everyone here'

Sid being surrogate mom for Ylfa. When they meet Auma she's like 'oh also your a grandma'.

Ylfa meeting junk-mother and being utterly astounded with her and junk mother seeing Ylfa being part wolf and like 'Your parts have changed but still very good'

Skip trying to bond with Barry of their 'kids' while Gunnie is playing with Ylfa and yelling 'I AM A GROWN MAN'. When team need someone to drive ship and Skip isn't there Gunnie has to push Ylfa away because she really wants to try.

Ylfa fighting with team in fight against Plinth and Plinth showing her black hole at center of galaxy but Ylfa has basically eaten death so shrugs it off and just beats the shit out of the plinth.

Riva meeting Ylfa and reading her mind and them seeing her past and the wolf and just being like 'wow...fuck' and her psycho drone just hugging Ylfa.

[voidboymads]

Fic Authors Self Recc!!!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤ I saw this post by @beaconfeels and had to join in!

This is the recc for my Teen Wolf fics (I might make another one later for my non-TW ones :3 )

Dick and Drugs Scotty Boy (Sterek. Rated E. WC 66k+)

Top fave of my Sterek fics but I warn that it’s pretty dark. Like most of my fics, I plan a general layout of chapters and then veer of script and change everything. Themes of violence and self harm are present but also healing for both our boys!

Some Kind of Human Contact (Steter. Rated E. WC 56k+)

Top fave of my Steter fics! This one was very fun to write because I felt like I could write both of them in just the way I see them :3 It’s a fun, raunchy romp/slice of life!

How it Begins (Steter. Rated E. WC 12k+)

This is the start to a three part series. I originally planned to finish this one right after the other but my attention span waned a little >.> I’m still working on the third part so it will be completed evenatually! I will warn there is death and unhealthy ways of dealing with grief in the fic.

Darker the Weather//Better The Man (Stackson. Rated E. WC 9k)

One of those moments caught in the rain. I love writing when it’s raining and storming so this one-off is just filled with rainy-smexy goodness <3

Gunshots (Steter. Rated T. WC 3k)

This small one-off has a special place in my heart. I wrote it on a whim on my phone and uploaded it with little editing but the response to it was astounding! :3 I plan on writing out a fleshed out one-off (maybe chaptered fic, its up in the air atm) to it at some point.

Not going to tag anyone but if anyone sees this and wants to put their fics up be sure to tag me so I can see it too! :3

[bullet-prooflove]

The General!Series - Part Four: Moving On: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

A little get well soon gift for my girl @dizzybee03

Tagging: @kmc1989 @justameresimp @agentorange9595 @lxaah11 @librarian1002 

Broken Buttons (feat: Harmon Rabb)- Beau discovers the real reason you broke things off with him.

Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.

Choices - Companion piece to Broken Buttons and Messy - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Sitting in court is excruciating but Beau endures it, he endures it because no matter how fucking horrified and nauseated he is, you must feel it tenfold. He can’t imagine what it must be like to sit in front of a room of your peers and describe what that man did to you, to have your story questioned and torn apart, to have someone tell you to your face that you were asking for it. They try to paint you as unstable, the kind of woman who intended to sleep her way up the ladder, whose now crying wolf because she was rebuked.

He almost punches the prosecution attorney in the mouth for the shit he says to you. It’s only Mic Brumby’s iron clad grip on his arm that stops him from launching himself across the table and strangling the man.

It’s the physical evidence that’s the worst.

You had the competency to go to the hospital afterwards, you’d been bleeding, scared when the doctor had seen you. You’ve worked with enough women through your time in Victim Support Services to know the procedures, you needed the morning after pill, medication to counteract anything that son of a bitch might have given you.

The hospital had logged you under an anonymous patient I.D. It’s something they do for victims of sexual assault when they collect evidence, when they’re not ready to file a police report.

It sickens Beau to hear the injuries you’d sustained, he hadn’t realised how violent it was, not until then.

You’re found not guilty of the offense. The jury of your peers accepts that you acted in self-defence when you broke the General’s nose, that you were too traumatised to attend work in the aftermath.

Your case, it opens doors for other women it’s happened to because you weren’t the first woman he did it to, you weren’t even the last. He’s arrested during a charity function for victims of sexual assault and the fucking irony of that astounds Beau.

You spend an hour in the shower after you give your testimony, before you fall asleep on the couch with your head in Beau’s lap. He spends the whole night, his fingers running soothingly through your hair as he begins to plan the next steps.

You’ve told him you can’t stay in Washington, that Admiral Chegwidden has granted you a transfer back to San Diego. There’s too much trauma attached to this place.

He spends the next couple of days helping you pack up your things. You throw away more away than you keep because you don’t want the bad memories following you. Harmon Rabb and Mic Brumby turn up on moving day to help carry the boxes down to the truck. Besides him, they’re the only two people who’s touch you don’t flinch away from these days.

“Thank you.” Beau tells Harm when the two of them are alone in the apartment, grabbing the final few boxes. “For bringing me here, for fighting for her.”

“Don’t thank me.” Harm says, his voice gruff as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares out of the window. “It happened on my watch. I  was there that night, I should have stuck around but me and Mac were going through some shit…”

Harm shakes his head, his jaw clenching.

“It never should have happened.”

Beau sighs, shifting the box he’s carrying to his other hip.

“Ally doesn’t blame you and neither do I.” Beau tells the other man. “If it wasn’t that night, it would have been another. You heard the testimony, once he had her in his sights…”

It was the same with all the others, that son of bitch had enjoyed the chase, it made catching his prey all the more sweeter. He treated every single one of those women like a trophy, something to be hunted down, caught.

“I need you to promise that you’ll check in every once in a while, tell me how she’s doing.” Harmon says, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.

“I will.” Beau tells Harm as he picks up the remaining box and heads towards the apartment door. “Ally may need a little time but I’ll make sure to keep in touch.”

“She’s going to get through this.” Harm reassures him as they step out into the hallway, he waits as Beau closes the door behind him, locking it up for the final time. “It’ll take some time but she has it in her.”

“I know.” Beau says as he slips the key into the mailbox for the landlord to pick up. “If anyone can make it through something like this, it's her.”

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[alwaysminiatureking]

"Hannibal isn't scary" "Hannibal isn't realistic" "Hannibal lacks vulnerability and a personality"

He is terrifying and let me tell you why. He is described as a monster in a person suit, despite being entirely human and psychologists can't agree on a diagnosis for him, meaning you can't blame mental illness. It's just. Who. He. Is.

He was the youngest person in his time to be admitted to medical school. He can draw from memory with astounding precision. He taught himself how to read without help. He made money from selling his art work but had to come after hours so buyers didn't know they were buying from a kid!!! That's how good he was!!! He can tell the perfume/cologne you've worn in the past. He can smell cancer.

He can do all of that while still being human, just the same as we're all human. Except he is predator and the rest of his species are prey. It's like a wolf among sheep except the wolf if also a sheep.

The man is terrifying.

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Guarding the Globe (2011-2012) #1-6 art by Todd Nauck

[nerdy-the-artist]

Nerdy the Artist’s Metroid Fanfic Spotlight part 2!

This is something I’ve been needing to do for a hot minute now. As I said last time, there are so many talented writers, artists, and musicians in the Metroid fanbase. The level of creativity and passion for the series is just astounding. Today we will be taking a look at some of the many fanfictions out there. I’ve read these stories myself and can personally attest that they are well worth your time to read. From the cute and fluffy to the grotesque and violent, these stories have earned their place on my recommendations. Without further adue, let’s start this thing.

1. Mostly Just a Power Suit

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17637701

This story, written by Planet_Bryyo, is short and sweet, diving into a fan favorite but rarely explored character of Weavel from Metroid Prime Hunters. In spite of his fan favorite status among the hunters, up there even with Sylux, you’ll be hard pressed to find many fics featuring him. This story shows off his reaction to being transformed into a Non-Zebesian form during his cybernetic reconstruction. The story also spends a great deal of time focusing on the reactions of other Space Pirates seeing this fallen commander, now a lone wolf who is more machine than… man? Alien terminology, ugh. In any case you can see their reactions to this loose cannon in a bar setting. Side tangent, the idea of a Space Pirate bar is actually really unique. We don’t see much of Space Pirates at rest anywhere, so this is actually a welcome touch.

2. Fallen from the Nest

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53675155/chapters/135874063

Going all in on Bounty Hunters this spotlight, I suppose. This story, written by PuriKuma, is much longer than Mostly Just a Power Suit, though still digestible. This is part of a larger series that I do recommend, but I’ll stick to talking about this entry for now. Keeping with the Hunters appreciation, this story depicts a shared mission between Samus and Noxus, the Vhozon Bounty Hunter from the same game as Weavel and Sylux. The mission brief is simple; a criminal organization called the Ashlings, lead by the physically imposing Andron, have taken hostages, including a Federation Senator, to barter in exchange for a precious and expensive ore. Samus is to go after the Ashling secret base while Noxus intercepts the hostages so that the criminals are not rewarded for their efforts. However, what gives Samus pause is the identity of one of their members. From there, the story takes plenty of intriguing twists and turns. The ways in which Samus and Noxus play off each other in this story are extremely entertaining and interesting to watch. It also adds a fair bit to the latter’s character which I have yet to see anywhere else, a sarcastic playfulness in his attitude that bounces well off of Samus’s stoicism. He’s able to taunt and poke fun at the emotional core behind the front that Samus puts on. Their interactions alone would be worth a read, but the plots twists and mysteries involved really take this story to the next level. This story, and the series it’s a part of, are an instant classic for me.

3. A Win

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48254998/chapters/121695439

Sometimes, we all just need a reminder that we’re doing good, that we aren’t a burden, that we are worthy, that our actions have helped people. This story, written by orphan_account, is that for Samus Aran. Taking place after the events of Metroid Dread, Samus is in a bit of a slump after feeling like she’s only seen as a threat or a tool for higher powers. To attempt some soul searching, she journeys to one of the few game settings that is left better than when she arrived; Aether. She wanders through a reinvigorated and rehabilitated world, free from the influence of Dark Aether and Space Pirates, seeing how the world has healed in her time away. Granted, I am not too familiar with Metroid Prime 2, so much of the reader’s catharsis is likely lost on me. Still, even as someone who has little prior knowledge of the past of Aether, this story still is a nice, sentimental journey, with an appearance from some old friends.

4. Hatchling

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29039376/chapters/71275923

Now, back to where it all began. This story, written by MetroidReploid, is a retelling of an old tale we all know, the story of Samus Aran losing everything. This retelling focuses more on Samus’s life as a child, going into detail about the life she lives, so that when the Space Pirates take it all away, we understand what exactly she’s losing. There’s also some further fleshing out of Adam here as well. He shows up as a young, bright Federation Officer with a preexisting connection to Virginia Aran, Samus’s mother, a connection which has strained her relationship with Rodney Aran. Unlike the simple housewife we see in the manga, Virginia is portrayed as a working mom, leading a security firm tasked with guarding K2-L. Rodney, by contrast, is a bitter, angry man who takes his public image, and that of his company, very seriously. It’s a story full of a lot of angst, but it does its job fairly well in terms of adding some reason to why things happen and when.

5. “Sammy”

Link:

Now, if you need a break from all the angst and dreariness, SeleneLawfulGood has you covered! This story is a short and sweet fluff story, featuring a young woman named Thae’Lia finding a tired but very attractive woman at a bar named Sammy. I think we all know the twist so I won’t beat around the bush. It’s really cute (and with some mild lemon toward the end but you didn’t hear that from me) and displays a rarely seen aspect of the series; how do the citizens of the Galactic Federation view Samus Aran? We rarely, if ever, see non-combatant intelligent life in any Metroid game, so we don’t really get much of that. It also gives a view into what the life of a Bounty Hunter is like. It’s a very lonely, tiring existence that, while it pays well when you save the Galaxy, like, 5 times, needs an extra aspect to be fulfilling. For Samus, it’s the moral obligation she feels. It’s a very cute read, and if you need something sweet, this’ll do the job. Also, trans Samus solidarity.

6. Let Me Tell You How Much I’ve Come To Hate You

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45854323

Getting back to Space Pirates, doorstopQuiet has delved into an aspect of the series that even Metroid Prime itself largely glosses over; Ridley’s reconstruction into Meta Ridley. In truth, it was largely not his idea. As the highest ranking survivor of Samus’s rampage on Zebes, Ridley got lobbed with the blame for the cataclysm. The only reason he had survived was a great shame for the Cunning God of Death. He played dead. He let himself sink into Norfair’s magma, slowly burning away his flesh, but at least he had some chance to survive. He was crippled, mangled, burnt to a crisp, but at least she would not kill him. Still, High Command’s punishment, their loathing of the failed god, was almost worse. He would not command armies, he would not have the same autonomy he once did. He would become a machine for their empire, reconstructed as a tool. It’s a great short story, filled with colorful language and allusions to his past to hammer home the gravity of how far he’s sunk. There are also plenty of references and quotations from Man on The Internet’s Ridley theme vocal cover, which I do find entertaining. I find this to be an excellent read, and really reimagines Meta Ridley in Metroid Prime as a fallen god, stripped of his authority, and sent after the one who felled him.

7. Independent Contractors

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40993332?view_adult=true

This story, written by ifThen_doWhile, shows off Samus in a post Fusion Federation, one that has grown far more wary of her. They still have need of her, however, and so an agent of the Federation is sent to hire a Samus who has not been returning digital requests for her services. The agent, named Aiden, is sent in with top of the line weaponry in case things go south, alongside surveillance of the Hunter’s activities. Upon finding her, Aiden is in for a big surprise. This story really hammers home how heart poundingly nerve racking it is to approach the Hunter who has destroyed 3 planets, especially when tensions are running hot. Samus is portrayed as pragmatic but quiet, her demeanor easily misinterpreted as callous indifference, a guise she leans into at times. It’s a very good, suspenseful story that I highly recommend.

8. Metroid: No Other

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59261113

This story, written by @dappercritter , is actually my most recent read. What’s this? An actual Tumblr link? For once, yes. I saw the announcement post on Tumblr that it was out and jumped at the opportunity to read it. It’s quite good, but quite long. Don’t let the 1 chapter limit fool you, you might not finish it in 1 sitting. In any case, No Other starts off with something of a trope among fanfictions; Other M as an in-universe film. I still find it amusing. However, as this story follows on after Dread, Adam comments on Samus not taking care of herself properly, not addressing any of the trauma from ZDR, avoiding social events, and generally withdrawing from the world around her, prompted by an increasing distrust of the Federation, and the Galaxy as a whole. We also see that Samus does not seem to trust Adam, both due to his origin as an AI made to spy on her, and increased by Raven Beak’s mimicry of him. It’s an angle I haven’t seen anywhere else and is a welcome change of pace. In any case, Samus further withdraws from Adam and into what she does best; Bounty Hunting. However, shortly after her arrival to planet Ohma-984, a new threat emerges, intent on bringing out her dark side. Without going into spoilers, the antagonist’s design is absolutely badass, and I might actually draw him some time. The action sequences in this story, likewise, are absolutely brutal and well thought out. There’s a lot of noticeable influences from other franchises like Godzilla, Metal Gear Rising, and Doom that feel well at home in this story and don’t take away from it at all though that may be me simply being a fan of those series. DapperCritter mentioned specifically Shin Kamen Rider, though I’m not a fan of that series, so I can’t attest to how prominent the influence is. Regardless, it’s a thought provoking story with plenty of brutal action packed in as well, plus I love the original character designs, which take from canon while tagging on further additions.

Honorable Mention: Kanden Story Pitch

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/sepublic/759167079922417664/kanden-debut-pitch

I’m putting this as an honorable mention as it is meant as an outline for a story, so it may not scratch the same itch for some people as a fully written out story. This outline, by @sepublic is meant for a hypothetical Metroid animated series, similar to the original Clone Wars series (not THE Clone Wars!) by Genndy Tartakovsky. This one off features another under appreciated Bounty Hunter, Kanden, facing off against Samus over a Metroid which could give him true power unrivaled. It’s an excellent read, though, once again, if you’re looking for something more completed/traditional, I can understand if this doesn’t suck you in as well. However, I am currently working on a storyboard of this story. I won’t be animating it in full, but there will be sound effects, music, and voice acting. So uh… stay tuned for that!

As I said at that start, these stories are great, and really show off the passion these writers have for the series. However, there are plenty more out there. In the comments, share some of your favorite Metroid Fanfictions you’ve read. I can always do with expanding my Metroid reading list and I’m sure some of you feel the same way.

[oinkinpigprince]

pim x Charlie x human fursuiter reader? reader goes to furcons and stuff.. has never made fursuits for critters before but wants to make one for both pim and Charlie Really Bad . probably draws them as furries too tbh

My friend keeps calling me a furry. I do want a fur suit one day, I might make my own. Also how you write this leads me to believe you want them in a poly relationship. I can always re-write it to be separate, but I think I have reading comprehension skills >:]]

Pim x Charlie x furry!reader

Pim knows NOTHING about furries, tbh I don’t think this guy even knows what Twitter is. Charlie on the other hand, he’s seen furries. Of course he has, he’s been on Twitter. So you and Charlie need to have a sit down w/ Pim and explain to him what furries are,,,, and Twitter.

Pim actually finds furries rlly cool!! He loves the cartoony style ones and the realistic ones look really cool! Although his all time favorite are kemono, the ones with the big eyes he’s always been a secret weeb. Now Charlie prefers the realistic ones but he doesn’t rlly mind any of them

Charlie and Pim would love to go to a con w/ you!! Charlie might be reluctant though, it’s a lot of people and a lot of sweaty stinky ppl but it’s easy to convince him. Pims all for it, except maybe the artist alley. You three avoid that alley for Pim’s sake, he gets flustered easily

Pim would gawk at everyone’s really cool fur suits!! He loves the vibrant and happy vibes and the creativity astounds him! He’d ask ppl if he could take pictures of them, got lots of pictures in general.

Charlie looks at all the art works, might actually recognize a few. Honestly just kinda sticks to you and admires all of the suits. He’s just kinda there, keeps you company at least and he doesn’t complain. Just happy to spend time with you.

Now if you made them fur suits, Pim would be so honored. You took, your time, to make him something YOU LIKE, HE MIGHT CRY. He doesn’t care if it looks like scarp fabric sewed into a wolf mask he’s going to wear it. He loves the paws too, thinks they’re really cute

Charlie would be touched too but, less enthusiastic. Probably wouldn’t wear it but would actually maybe mount the head onto his wall as a decoration. He’d maybe wear the head to a furcon if you wanted him to. Other than that it’s his special decoration.

You might turn Pim into a furry tbh, if you just teach him how to draw animal heads you two could draw furries together for fun!! Make Charlie pose for you as a model, before turning him into a wolf man.

Pim keeps all of your drawings of him, you, and Charlie in a special box. Sometimes he’ll pull it out to see how much progress you two have made. It’s sweet and he gets very sappy

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[sparks-chaotic-cove]

fav fable characer

THATS SO HARD RAHHH

Okay I adore Ocie and Arisanna-

(Vexed)Arisanna scares me a tad but I love how well she's written- Like it does make sense that she'd be annoyed by Soraza and especially by her "dad." (+ all the allays) if she now doesn't have that thread of care. (I wonder what her strings would look like to Centross? like how he could see strings between people before?)

Ocie's just entire chaotic yet loyal demeanor is so good RAHHH- her fierce protectiveness of those she loves is great- She messes up a lot- and we know that, but she's doing her very best.

Of course there are other lore favorites- Rae being one. Man's gone through so much. However, that care he has for others and bravery is astounding.

Wolf/Fenris's entire story, Centross's sacrifice, Ulysses' guilt, Ven's wet cat energy, Icarus's overwhelming conviction to fix the mistakes he's made, Athena's honesty, Easton's humor, Jamie's quiet support-

Okay I ranted but overall, I'd say that Ocie, Arisanna, and Wolf are my favorite characters :]

[queermentaldisaster]

Another Love chapter two

And lemme be sappy here for a minute. when I first started this series, I never thought it'd get this much attention. I'm glad it did, don't get me wrong. But it astounds me. So thank you. To all of you.

And a heads up that this is the end of what I like to call arc two. Arc three will be...darker. I hope y'all are ready.

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He was floating on cloud nine, as he giggled. ‘Och, ah'm actin’ like a wee schoolgirl with a crush!’ he thought, leaning against the wall. ‘But Simon loves me back…’ he beamed, letting out a breath. Price came over, and saw Soap. He must've had the dumbest lovestruck look on his face, because he was pulled out of his thoughts by Price speaking. “Soap, you good? You look like you just had the best meal of your life.”

Soap beamed, standing up straight. “Aye, ah'm fine, Captain. But ah just had ma first kiss ‘s all!” He giggled again, causing Price to raise an eyebrow and tilt his head slightly to the side. “What? Your first kiss?” Soap nodded happily. “Aye, Simon kissed me!” he let out a contented sigh. “Ah love that man…” He murmured, his heart racing. ‘That was better than ah ever imagined.’ he thought. Price shook his head with a fond grin. “You’re ridiculous, Soap.” He chuckled, patting Soap's shoulder and walking off.

Soap beamed and rushed to his room. He pulled out his sketchbook, flipping past the various drawings of Ghost to a blank page. He sat down at his desk with a pencil, and began sketching the small amount of Ghost's face he'd been able to see. The Glasgow smile that was reduced to faded scars, the blondish-brown stubble, the way his lips curved into that sultry smirk. He made sure to capture every detail, and he let out a sigh as he finished. He added some shading where the mask casted a shadow, kicking his feet slightly as he did so. He let out another sigh. He flipped back to one of his earlier sketches, one of Ghost sitting in an armchair in the medical bay, asleep. He'd looked so peaceful, and Soap just had to capture it. He'd added the finishing touches after Ghost had left.

He smiled, running a thumb along the lineart, careful not to smudge anything. He let out a breath, closed his sketchbook, and stood up to go head out for training. He stepped out of his room, and as he walked past a supply closet, he felt something hit him in the head, hard enough to knock him unconscious. Time seemed to slow as he fell, his vision starting to go black. ‘Simon…ah need help…’ and then he hit the ground, and everything went black.

•✧-----------------------------------✧•

He was woken up by a jolt, like a car going over a speed bump, or a helo hitting turbulence. There was rope around his wrists and some kind of fabric in his mouth, keeping him quiet. He let out a weak grunt, and opened his eyes, to find a…demon standing in front of him. The demon's wings were torn, her eyes blank, one of her horns half broken off, and she had an American patch on her chest. There was a collar around her neck. She turned her head slightly. “Commander Graves,” she said, in a thick Russian accent. Soap's eyes widened as he saw Graves step into view. “Ah! Our guest is awake!” He exclaimed. “Good job Mirror, I'll take over watching him.” The demon, Mirror, nodded, turning around and walking off. She went over to the front seats of the helo. Soap turned an angry glare onto Graves. He noticed the burn scar in the shape of Ghost's hand on Graves's left cheek, and he let out a proud huff.

Graves laughed, a bitter sound. “Soap, buddy. Hey, y’know, you and your demon 'friend' have been pains in our asses. He's the last one we need. But for some reason, he's still terribly attached to you.” Soap's eyes narrowed. ‘Ye daft bastard, it's not because of anythin’ ah’ve done.’ He thought. Graves continued, “So, Shepherd has told me to bring you back to home base. We're gonna get every single little secret outta that miserable brain of yours. Then, we're gonna use you as bait to lure in Ghost, and make him one of our soldiers.” Graves's eyes narrowed. “And there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Soap let out a low growl, deep in his throat, a habit he'd picked up from Ghost. ‘Ah’d like ta see ye try and break ma demon, Graves.’ he thought.

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Part 3 featuring: Wild, Time and Twilight

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Wild

Humming quietly to yourself, you scurried around your kitchen. You were making hearty seafood fried rice. One of your favorite dishes.

You were almost done cooking, just having to add the hearty blueshell snails and then let it simmer for about 20 minutes.

The snails were kept safe outside of your little cabin in a small bucket filled with water to keep them fresh, and placed high enough so no animal could reach.

Bucket in hand, you made you way back to your front door just to freeze up. Right in front of you stood a wolf. A huge one.

It sniffed the air and curiously trotted towards you. You didn’t have the guts to move a single muscle so you had to stand there and watch the wolf's next move.

The animal came to a halt directly in front of you, looking at you with curiosity. Then it proceeded to stick its nose inside the bucket you held.

The bark that followed almost let you throw the bucket away, startling you immensely. But the only thing that left your lips was a quiet squeak.

Next thing you knew, was the wolf taking the hem of your shirt into its mouth, dragging you along gently. At least it wasn’t hostile. But the actions the wolf took confused you greatly.

"Where are you taking me..?"

You soon got an answer, when you and the wolf passed a few bushes, revealing a group of travelers sitting around a campfire, a pot on top of the flames.

The group looked at you as astounded as you felt, but before anyone could say anything, the wolf dragged you over to one specific young man. He wore a blue tunic with white embroidery, his long hair tied in a loose ponytail.

As soon as you stood in front of him, the wolf stopped moving but still had your shirt in its mouth. The young man looked at you in surprise, having been busy with the food cooking in the pot until now.

You inhaled and bit your lip before hesitantly asking.

"Is this... your... uh... dog?"

That seemed to bring him out of his frozen state, shoving the wolf away from you. The other's in the background snickering.

"What were you thinking? Bad Wolfie."

He turned to look at you, ruffling the back of his head in embarrassment. "You could say that... I'm sorry about him."

You huffed in amusement. "It's fine. He didn’t do anything bad."

He seemed at a loss of words for a moment before his eyes fell on the bucket, you still held on your hands. His eyes widening in joy.

"Are those Hearty Blueshell Snails?!"

His outburst startled you, furrowing your brows before answering. "Yes?"

He took your one free hand in both of his, a pleading expression painted onto his features. "That’s just what I needed for our food. Would you mind sharing a few? I'll compensate you with a portion of the meal I'm cooking!"

At this, you couldn’t help but start laughing. Loudly. Making the young man and his companions look at you in the same startled way you did, minutes prior.

"I'm sorry." You whiped a tear from your eyes and let out a few more giggles. "Of course I'll share. But I have a better idea."

You tilted your head and nodded to where you came from.

"I live close by. And I also am cooking at the moment. Why don't you join me? The more the merrier."

You smiled at him, missing the way the tips of his ears went slightly pink.

"What do you say?" You asked again, this time looking at the rest of the group, then back at Wild, who rubbed the back of his neck, throwing an unsure glance at his friends, who nodded in unison.

"That sounds very good."

Time

It was nighttime yet again, but instead of sleeping, your mind decided to become restless. Making you toss and turn in your bed until you had to get up with an annoyed groan.

Getting dressed in comfortable clothes, you looked outside the window, biting the inside of your cheek. Maybe you should take a walk to tire yourself out.

Slipping on your shoes, you went outside of the Inn you stayed at. The evening air was cool, a soft breeze greeting you when you set foot outside. It already made you feel better. So you went for a stroll around the town.

Some torches lit up a few buildings here and there, but otherwise, the roads were dark and quiet. It was a peaceful atmosphere you greatly welcomed.

Lost in thought, you stopped paying attention to your surroundings and promptly walked straight into someone.

In surprise, one of your hands flew over your mouth while you apologized. "Oh my Hylia. Are you alright? I didn't pay attention to where I was going!"

The stranger in front of you chuckled and shook his head, looking at you in amusement. "No. I'm quite alright."

Relief flooded you, and you let out a long sigh. "I'm glad."

Now, you had time to actually take him in. He was handsome. Defined features, blonde hair, interesting red and blue markings on his face, a scar covering one of his eyes. You wondered what happened, but you were in no place to ask such a question.

He watched you for a bit too, curiosity gleaming in his one open eye.

"You shouldn’t be outside alone at night."

You raised one brow and gave him a onceover. Black, long sleeved shirt under a white one, pants, and boots. No armor.

"Neither should you."

He huffed in amusement, tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "I am more than capable of handling myself."

You crossed your arms, joining his little game. "So am I."

Just as you wanted to add to your sentence, your mouth shut again with a click of your teeth. There was a fairly flying in front of you. An actual fairy. A fairy as in, normally too shy to get near cities, villages, or humans in general.

The small creature passed you, heading straight for the man you've held a conversation with, bumping into his cheek and circling around his head until he shooed it away.

"Enough girl. What is it?"

The fairy gave out some small noises, almost like tiny bells chiming.

"I see..." He sighed and waved the fairy goodbye. A heavy sigh leaving his lips. He seemed irritated.

"Are you alright?" You asked in concern.

He shook his head yet again. "Just some friends misbehaving."

You exhaled in disbelief. "So you can actually talk to fairies?!"

He nodded, and you excitedly proceeded to pester him with questions. He didn’t seem to mind all that much.

After you’ve satisfied your need for information, you froze, your mouth in an 'o' shape. "Oh, I've held you up for quite a while. I'm sorry if I've annoyed you with my questions."

The man smiled and shook his head yet again. "It's no problem at all. I found our conversation to be quite pleasant. But I'd like to accompany you home. It's late."

A blush stole itself on your face as you nodded shyly. "I'm staying at the Inn."

"Ah. It seems we have the same destination then. We haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? My name is Link."

You smiled as the two of you strolled back towards the Inn. "(Y/n)."

Link was kind enough to bring you all the way up to your room. You opened your door and thanked him for his kindness.

"Have a good night, (Y/n)."

"Good night, Fairy Boy."

Twilight

It was a nice day today as you browsed through the stall of a farm you were visiting. You had run out of butter and milk during your travels and desperately needed to stock up.

When you were finished with your shopping, you stayed at one of the pastures. This one, in particular, held goats. The cutest goats you had ever laid eyes on. They were very friendly and let you pet them, making you giggle when they started to nibble at your fingers.

The sound of hoofs made you glance to your right, spotting a group of men heading towards the farm, one of them on horseback.

You weren’t the only one who needed to stock up on stuff, so your attention went back to the goats.

A sudden 'thud' followed by bellowing laughter let your head snap back into their direction. The one man on horseback now layed flat on the ground. The hanging sign of the farm gently rocking back and forth.

He had rode into the sign. Oh, gods.

With a snort, you went over to check if he was alright, since his party was still too busy with laughing. But you couldn’t help but join in.

"Are you ok? That looked painful."

The tips of his ears turned red in embarrassment when he spotted you. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

His friends grinned at you, then looked back at him in amusement. One of them, wearing a blue scarf, spoke up.

"You see, Twilight here, only does stupid things like this when he sees pretty-" He got interrupted when a cloud of dirt flew his way.

"Shut up."

You watched them in confusion while the others crackled.

Then your brows knit together in concern, crouching down to 'Twilights' level, pointing at your temple. "You're bleeding."

His fingers came into contact with his wound when he mirrored your movements. Bringing them back slightly bloody with a quiet hiss.

His group seemed to realize too now, one of them already reaching for a potion.

"Leave it, Rulie. It's just a scratch." The young man said and pushed the potion away.

You 'tsked' and took the potion from the one called Rulie, holding it out to Twilight with a pointed look. "Take it. Head wounds aren't to be taken lightly."

He tried to withstand your glare but failed miserably, taking the bottle with a sigh and emptying it in mere seconds.

"There we go." You smiled.

A hand clapped lightly onto your back. A man with red and blue markings on his face attached to it. "If I had known it could be this easy to get him to take potions, I would have looked for you way earlier."

"Tiiiiiiime...."

You snorted, suppressing another laugh, winking at Twilight.

"I'm glad to be of service."