#atrocious wolf

[escapistsatellite]

Development History of the Command Wolf

And the zoids that came from it, which the internet at large seem to have forgot.

I'll note here that the following took place on the continent of Delpoi according to the Zoids Bible lore book, making this zoids a separate species than the later Konig Wolf, which originate on the continent of Europa.

(Source & further reading: https://theironbible.com/IndexZoids/CommandWolf.php)

This role will later be filled by the Shadow Fox after the Liger Zero becomes the primary infantry zoids of the Helic Republic. (Source: https://theironbible.com/ZoidBooks/OfficialFanBook/1-9.php)

I adore the HMM boxes because that have the most complete breakdown of technical details I have ever seen. Source & further lore: https://theironbible.com/ZoidsModelKits/HMM/CommandWolf.php

From the base models we get several variants, from the very well-known Irvine custom and the Command Wolf AC:

Source & Advanced Lore: https://theironbible.com/ZoidsModelKits/HMM/CommandWolfAC.php

And Of course Town Wolf:

Blitzer and Climber Wolf:

The Blitzer Wolf was actually the creation of one Yusuke Chiba has an entry in the 2nd CoroCoro Zoids Remodeling Grand Prix which was held in 11/2000 and won the wind-up category. The Blitzer Wolf, like the motorized winner, Death Stinger KFD, were featured in the Zoids Official Fan Book 3 and the wolf was also added to the card game. (Source: https://theironbible.com/IndexZoids/BlitzerWolf.php)

Now moving onto the unused concepts, firstly comes:

This fuselage was apparently intended to compete with the Imperial Lightning Saix, but the power demands on the core were too high and it was scrapped after several unsuccessful prototypes were tested. (Source: https://theironbible.com/IndexZoids/CommandWolfMKIIConcept.php)

Now for my absolute favorite, that I really wish had been a kit or action figure at some point:

The bigger, more complex looking armored legs, the claws, the overall more advanced armor and segments that make up the neck and torso, the close combat focus

unfortunately this wolf never featured in a story or merchandise, and it's only official appearance was in the pages of Dengeki Hobby Magazine, January 2002's Smack Zoids! B-Part. In universe it was apparently declared impractical due to its close combat focus and never saw mass production. Boo!mo

And now for my absolute least enjoyed entry in the Command Wolf development chronicles:

I have no damnable clue how two additional heads were meant to either fold-up and deploy from inside this thing, or be attached via the hangar/transport/whatever. don't like the heads gimmick, don't like the weapons pack, glad it got canned.

[spookberry]

Haunted Redraw

Original shot is actually from a commercial i think and not the actual haunted movie. Cuz the attic scene doesnt have Spectra in it like this

[takaraphoenix]

Phoe's Favorite Steter Scenes: Season 01

[omegabenaeart]

🎃🎃5 Days Until Halloween🎃🎃

Who's your favorite Monster High ghoul? Mine was always Clawdeen, with Abbey as a close second 😍

[teencopandthesourwolf]

(when you're excited to test every one of the brushes on procreate so start scribbling away on a blank document like a feral child with your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth and it somehow turns into a colour vomit sketchy sterek making out in the woods thing aha)

[rapidhighway]

I'm gonna make my transgirl Scott art you will see you will all see

[velvetjune]

I’ve gotten slightly more used to the controls of MetalGear Rising (+ Raiden being a cyborg) and now I’m having the time of my life. Built in cyborg sword heels is unbelievably cool

[spinspoon]

something that will never not be funny to me is the fact that i absolutely downright refuse to get an arctic wolf purely out of spite

[demadraws]

Dragon Age Big Bang Round I

For my first trick, I got to paint a scene from The Wolf’s Flower, by MissJLH. Her absolutely gorgeous Lavellan, Iris, meets with Solas in this field of flowers in the Fade, just a bit too ideal to be real. JLH loves the post-impressionists, so I wanted to emulate that style a bit and channel my inner Odilon Redon, and pull in some (very famous, recognizable) Irises by Van Gogh to play with.

I especially enjoyed painting the detail of Iris’ conjured magical spirit-arm, and I love that she doesn’t rely on this magic all the time and that it has a cost!

And she’s just such a babe. I think we can all agree.

[thesilverlady]

How would you write Aegon if you have the chance? You know making him a fleshed character and not just some plot device to give his mom and brother some character's development points. I like goofy Aegon (the only right thing that come out of his show portrayal) however I can't ignore that book!Aegon was always described as someone sullen, sulky and overall bitter😭

Young Aegon played by Ty Tennant was actually very entertaining and quite underrated in my opinion.

So I wouldn't erase that part of himself (basically being drunk, childish, irresponsible etc) just add more to him so he's not just that.

As you said, in the book he's sullen, bitter, and overall very envious of his half sister and nephews. I think the key in here is writing him with characters, making him active instead of a passive object the other characters act for.

Fixing the timeline is important but let's pretend we've done that already, I'd write him have interactions with his siblings, his mother and grandfather, and most importantly add a group of circle that he's in control of.

In the show you probably noticed neither Alicent nor Rhaenyra had any ladies in waiting or maids around them - which is insane if you think back to the worldbuilding rules asoiaf has. Similarly to Aegon (and eventually Aemond), they too would have a circle of "friends" to interact, build connections and entertain themselves with.

Personally i'd have them be sons of the council-men or highlords otto has pushed to benefit their agenda. Whether these "friendships" are genuine or not is another matter. But having the character interact with multiple people, changing sceneries from the court to some brothel to the training yard to the skies flying on a dragon can make all the small differences.

Another waste I thought about was how we never saw scheming behind the scenes or peasant people and what they think of the royal family. Public opinion is important and Aegon spending so much of his time in the brothels or in fighting rings would get him to witness what people whisper about the royal family.

So basically, have Aegon do things; whether it's getting drunk with highborn boys of his age, tormenting his sister, ignoring his mother, arguing with his brother. Anything can be used to show different sides of himself. You can see cruelty with his treatment of servants and his sister, arrogance with his interactions with his brother and grandfather, hurt and anger from his mother, bitterness and envy around Rhaenyra and his father.

Aegon might not be plotting like Alicent and Otto, or trying to prove himself like Aemond, but he's still a character. And while he's not an active antagonist before the war there are tons of things to have his character do.

[vamptastic]

this is the third time ive thought a characters voice was unusually good and looked up the VA to find its todd haberkorn. hes crazy talented.

[mackintosh-buccaneer]

girl help they won't stop saying 'the beast of gevaudan' while staring dramatically off camera

[bonbonly]

𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: run, run, run, through the shadows you stray, but the wolf is behind you and you're only prey - mother always said to never stop in the woods in fear of the wolf, if only you listened to her for once. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a dark fic! you have been warned! do not read if you are not comfortable with dark fics or any of the following: noncon/dubcon, drugging/aphrodisiac/forced lactation, forced breeding, slapping, p in v, blood, character death, gaslighting 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.7k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: @thef1diary & @emchante, my pookies fr because without them, would this have happened? probably not! also guys im running on 2 hours of sleep and instead of looking at my neurobiology lecture notes i wrote this instead because i couldn't stop thinking about this so if there's mistakes please forgive me!

"grab the tray, no the tray... i said the tray!" your mother hollered from the opposite side of the bakery. you poked your head around the furnace to see your mother glaring at you, her finger pointing towards the tray of bread. she had asked for you to slice them neatly so she could place them in the basket for lord perceval's maid. You were too busy perfecting the shapes of the new batch of cookies, your sense of priority amiss according to your mother. dusting your hands off, you strode over to grab the cutter, and turned your back to her. you could feel her dismissive eyes boring through the rear end of your skull. her conversation with the maid quickly died down, the sound of footsteps departing being heard from the entrance of the bakery that your late father had began 5 years ago. it was a pity that he was not around, you wouldn't have had to deal with the atrocious customers had he been at the door with his axe.

"have you not heard?" lady charlotte cooed, her hands smoothing down the outermost layer of her skirt. her eyes flickered from the velvety red texture of hers, to your beige, flour coated skirt that even your white apron could not cover. you noticed the edge of her lips curl upwards, her meaty hand coming forward to swipe the scone from you. "it's the talk of the town, lord perceval plans on leaving to England very shortly."

"i have not heard anything," you frowned, tilting your head. your mother had just walked in from cleaning the dishes outside, her hands calloused from having to use the rusty water pump by herself. you threw a glance over your shoulder at the poor woman pacing back and forth, as if forgetting something and then snapped your head back to the woman in front of you, "what is the town talking of?"

"oh my naive girl, there is a creature lurking in the woods! they say he came from spain, and finding no welcome there has come over here. they say he's a man by day, a wolf by night," lady charlotte grinned, her voice well below a whisper. your eyes widened, and just then your mother used the rolling pin to shoo away the woman,

"enough! do not bring these stories into my bakery. it's already bad enough that my daughter's not the brightest, don't give her ideas!"

"oh but i'm not! i'm just warning her. the bakery's right next to the woods after all," lady charlotte exclaimed which made your heart stop for a brief second. she was right, and it was absolutely terrifying to think about what horrors were just outside your window. your father had died when traversing the woods to find some logs for the fireplace. a similar fate could be met if your mother and you didn't leave. your mother rolled her eyes,

"if my mother can live alone in that cottage of hers, then surely there is no such wolf trying to feast on us. thank you for your time, lady charlotte, but i suggest you run back home before your father searches for you." and upon hearing your mother's words, the arrogant woman huffed out loud in annoyance, grabbed the ends of her skirt and walked out with her head held high. your eyes fixed onto the crumbs of the scone from earlier in the palm of your hand, shoulders sagging as you turned to your mother,

"she didn't pay for the scone."

"oh nevermind now, i'm sure there'll be more people to buy your scones later." your mother kissed your forehead, and you couldn't help but feel her linger a moment longer than necessary before hurrying to grab the batch of bread from the beehive oven. a few neighbors popped by to grab some cake and cookies, one of them even gave extra money for your scones, which left you gleaming as you took the coins graciously. you walked over to carefully place the coins in the small jar just below a small table when your mother took off her apron and informed you that she had to run a small errand. the marketplace was open earlier than usual today and considering how you both lived in the outskirts of the village, it would take her time to walk to and from. she kissed your forehead once more, telling you to keep a watchful eye on the bread in the oven and to be respectful to the customers, no matter how awful they treated you. the front door slammed as she left, leaving you in the eerie silence of the small bakery.

clink. clink. clink.

the sound of each coin echoed around you, a satisfying jingle when you shook the jar. you had been saving money to help buy a house near the center of town. your mother wouldn't have to walk so far, and if your grandmother did the world a blessing and passed away, you could easily sell her cottage in the woods. some fool would definitely buy it and with the extra money, you could buy some more baking supplies for your mother, perhaps hire another worker so you could frolic around with your friends like you used to. wherever they were... married, bearing children for their husbands. you shuddered at the thought, hating that your childhood came to an abrupt end with your father's death. you were toiling away to help your mother for the bare necessities, while they all had settled down and found their comfortable future. the door to the bakery swung open, and you scrambled to your feet,

"mother, how fast did you-" you paused, eyes focusing on a handsome, tall man instead of a frail woman. you brought a hand to your parted lips, "oh, i'm so sorry. i thought you were my mother."

"está bien, i was wondering if i could have something to eat." his accent was smooth, like butter flowing into a bowl. nodding, you walked over to the oven to pull out the cooked bread and placed it on the table to begin slicing. he was intently staring at your movements, brows occasionally furrowing when he saw you circle around in your spot to find something. from the corner of your eye, you were taking in his appearance. well-built, broad shoulders. big, brown eyes that would leave the moon envying its radiance, and hair that silk merchants would spend years foraging for. he was a brilliant being, royal in his appearance which left you questioning why he was begging for food like a common peasant. you shot him a shy smile as you walked over to where he stood to grab the cutter, twirling it in your fingers. a common habit you did that would make your mother lose her mind. perhaps it was his towering presence, but the small knife slipped across your finger, gifting you with a small cut that made you hiss as it clattered onto the floor.

"ugh," you grumbled, it was just a small cut. nothing too serious, but it was enough pain to have tears seeping from the corners. the man in front of you pouted a bit, holding your hand gently to wrap his lips around your thumb. you were enchanted at the feeling of his warm mouth, and was that his tongue flicking against your cut? you couldn't tell properly because you were getting flustered at his eyes gazing at you. he looked like a wolf that had just found a baby dear, and just when he took a step forward to you, the bakery door opened again to reveal your mother with a basketful of eggs and vanilla extract and most vividly, a scowl on her face.

"(y/n), can i ask what's going on here?" she questioned, stopping just in front of the two of you. you gulped, trying to pluck your thumb out of the man's mouth but he instead chose to bite down, causing you to cry out as your blood pooled onto his tongue. you wriggled away from his little bubble of space, staring at your mother with a dumbfounded expression,

"he came in asking for anything to eat and i was going to cut the bread, but then ended up cutting my f-" you had begun only for your mother to instantly berate you,

"i've told you so many times! so many times to never twirl that around! you need to be careful, you never listen to me!" your mother scoffed, setting the ingredients down. you were opening your mouth to argue when the man besides you then licked his lip, eyes bigger than usual. you frowned, taking in his appearance once more to see if there was something abnormal about him. your mother grabbed a new knife to begin cutting, which allowed you some time to ease your curiosity.

"are you new here? what's your name?"

"i just moved here a few days ago. my name is carlos-"

"your family name?"

"not important... at least to you," he snapped, raising an eyebrow at your desire to know more about him. you coughed into your elbow, awkwardly shuffling to your mother to help with shelving away the ingredients. as you slipped to the back of the house which was your pantry, you could catch a glimpse of the woods from your window. the snow fell, the trees waited for rebirth in spring and your eyes cast down to the red footprints that curved around the bakery. you frowned, returning to your mother who was busy giving carlos a basketful of bread and scones. he was taking a bite of your raspberry scone when you overheard your mother bragging about your baking skills,

"she might be a bit dull at times, forgive her, her father died when she was young, but her scones are the best! a true baker at heart, that she is." your mother smiled, bringing her arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a side-hug. you shrugged your shoulders, feeling as though the praise was a bit forced from her end. you averted your eyes to the floor when you noticed the red snow on his boots. your jaw dropped for a second,

"mother, his..." when your eyes traveled back up to his face, the hardened glare that you faced stunned you into silence and you bowed your head once more, getting a good look at the red snow that peppered his feet. something felt wrong inside you, as if this strange... creature - because in what world would a normal human have red snow under their boots - was a warning for you to quit baking and move to the center of town.

"well, we hope you have a nice day..." your mother shook you from your thoughts with her loud voice, and then she turned to face you, "don't forgot we need to save some food for your grandmother. you need to deliver it for tonight."

"t-tonight?" you squeaked out, shoulders sagging, "but it'll be dark! it's the woods! you heard what lady charlotte said!"

"oh, enough with the superstitions. you'll be fine! now, do me a favor and go outside to grab some more wood," she grabbed your coat from the table, the shining red being the only luxury you could ever afford and patted your back, signaling for you to leave the bakery. carlos had followed you out, lurking behind you. his eyes cast down to the cloak that veiled your body pretty well from him, a sight that he wasn't very fond of. he saw your tits pressed upwards due to how tight your corset was, your blood tasted sweet to him, he missed the tang of iron on his tongue and with hooded eyes, he saw you scampering over to the pile of wooden logs just on the side of the bakery. he closed his eyes, inhaling your scent from afar and imprinting it into his memory. he would need it for later and with a cruel smirk, he took a bite of your scone and walked off.

"remember, the only place you go to tonight is your grandmother's house. don't stop, walk fast but do not run," your mother instructed you as she adjusted your coat. it was around 9:00 at night, which was the time that your grandmother had asked for you to come. you were a bit late since you overslept your nap, so while you were whining "do i really have to go?" "can't we do this tomorrow morning?" your mother shut you up with a kiss to your cheek, and shoved the basket into your hands. with a raised finger she narrowed her eyes at you, "listen to me, ok? i know you've always hated listening to me, but you need to do it tonight. it's dangerous out in the woods-"

"didn't you say there's nothing in the woods to worry about?" you snapped, scowling at her. she rolled her eyes, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation,

"Oh, for pete's sake! just be careful in the woods! remember to keep walking, never run and never stop. just keep walking." with a final tug of your hood, she sent you off on your little journey, a prayer on her lips as she watched you walk out for the night. the entrance to the woods was enough for you to debate about running back home. the intertwined twigs, the roots reaching out to grab your ankles and the utter darkness that flooded the area. the moon was your only companion tonight, and it was sure doing a terrible job because you could barely see anything. you held the basket close to your chest and stepped forward, carefully making sure not to make any sound. the last thing you needed was for lady charlotte's words to be true; that creature should never find you... ever.

your eyes darted nervously around, the slightest brush of wind making your skin crawl. in the darkness, your eyes were alert to see anything suspicious, anything out of the ordinary that would put your life at risk and despite the calm air that surrounded you, you felt as if you were being watched. you pulled the cloak closer to your body, bringing the hood down to mask your eyes. standing still for too long would attract someone, or something in this case, and thanks to the vivid color that you adorned around your body, you weren't a target to miss that easily. you clutched onto your basket, hovering your foot over the ground before taking another step and then the snapping of a twig, made you freeze in your spot. the sound thundered through the quiet forest, and you whimpered to yourself in fear that you might've awakened the fearful beast that lady charlotte had mentioned earlier.

"hermosa, what are you wandering around for?" an accented voice called out to you. you spun around, dropping the basket in the process as your breathing became more labored, terror forcing you to stand still. the man from earlier in the day was leaning against a tree, arms crossed as his muscles strained against the shirt that he was donning. he raised an eyebrow at your silence, and snapped his fingers, "answer me. your mother did say you were a bit dull."

"m-my... grandmother," you responded, pointing off to the distance, "s-she lives here in the w-woods, 'm just going to deliver her a basket of food." your feet crushed on a scone and you shrieked in horror, trying to salvage what was left of the food that had been dropped to the ground in your state of shock. with the goods stashed back into your basket, he stalked over to where you stood and reached down into your basket to pull out a raspberry scone, his lips enveloping around the crust of the treat. he groaned at the taste,

"your mother was right about you, mi vida, you're a really good baker," he licks his lips, bringing his finger to swipe the jam into his mouth, sucking the delicacy off. his eyes flicker from his finger to your anxious expression, "i wish i could repay you for your treats, they taste so good, hermosa."

"w-well, I... I should leave now," you whispered, taking a step back and much to your horror, he followed you. you saw his hand dig through his pockets, pulling out a vial that he shook between his index finger and thumb, it was red and cloudy.

"at least having something to drink on your trip, no?" he kept pushing forwards, the vial kissing your bottom lip, "the apothecary gave it to me once as a surprise. it's nice from what i heard..." but as you stumbled over your feet to get away from him, you noticed his eyebrows furrowing, lips turning into a frown.

keep walking. don't run. just walk.

you trudged forward, turning your back to him and speeding up your pace but you could hear his footsteps chasing after you. slow, hard thumps. each step shook the ground beneath you, and before you knew it he clasped his hand around your mouth. you screamed, wriggling under his grasps as his hand squeezed your jaw, desperate to get your mouth to open. your hands flew to release yourself from his grip, but his hand just wouldn't relent. he bit into the cork of the vial, spitting it out behind him and shoving the tip of the vial down your throat to let the liquid drain. it burned, your eyesight blurred with the tears that flowed down your cheeks. he shoved you onto the ground, yanking the cloak off your trembling frame. when you hear the jingling of an unbuckling belt, you're about to scream once more when he cussed out loud and took off running. you watched him try to avoid the moonlight that now shifted to where he ran off, and you swore you saw big meaty paws tread through the ground. was it... was it the werewolf lady charlotte mentioned? was he the beast you were fearing this whole time? you felt the liquid's foreign taste still cling to your tongue, and you hesitantly got up to see the dent on the forest ground.

and there it was. the footprint the size of 7 scones, and you wailed at the sight of blood staining the print. you fled, grabbing the basket and heading to an unknown direction. with the way you were running, the contents of your basket flew out, leaving a little trail unbeknownst to you. you had to get to your grandmother's house. forget about what your mother said about walking, no you had to run! every corner that you turned made your heart beat louder, and soon your basket was abandoned. you wanted to go home, you wanted to leave the woods. this was all a mistake! why did you stop? why didn't you keep walking? at the sound of a piercing howl that cut through the silent air of the night, you fainted onto a small flower bed, unable to control the fear that consumed you.

a mistake that you later learned would cost you greatly.

when your eyes fluttered open a few hours later, you gazed up at the night sky, the moon was out to greet you as if to apologize for what a horrid night you were having. you whimpered at the way your body felt heavy, a strange warmth that creeped down your body, leaving you aching in a very strange way. you propped yourself up on your elbows, gazing down to see that your breasts were slightly enlarged, struggling at the edge of the corset. you frowned, feeling a strange sensation near your covered areolas - a wisp of dampness - and as much as you wanted to investigate your body's strange response to the environment, you figured undressing in the forest - especially with that monster around - would only make your situation much worse. with great effort, you stood up and almost fell onto the tree besides the flower bed, and grabbing the empty basket you struggled to walk towards the pathway that you saw. you just didn't understand why you felt so tired, your mind a foggy mess. you rubbed your eyes, yawning and blaming the lateness of the night for your behavior and kept going forward, remembering your mother's words. never run, never stop but always walk.

and then you saw it. the damned cottage. the reason behind all your sufferings. you scowled at the sight of it. you prayed the day of your grandmother's death so that you could sell this stupid place and never trek through the forest ever again. you hauled yourself up the front steps, still sore and incredibly sweaty - as you naively assumed - from the journey. you let your body rest on the front door for a small moment, and let out a small whine when the wooden surface brush against your clothed nipples. you felt delirious, yearning for something that you couldn't understand. your chest felt like it was on fire, and you barely had enough energy to even open the door. you screamed in frustration, banging the basket onto the door.

"grandmother! grandmother!" you bellowed, mouth hung open as you were panting, trying to understand what was wrong with you.

"come in!" a raspy voice called out to you, it was accented, but your poor mother was right all along: (y/n) (l/n) was dull headed, and with a mushy brain, there was no way she could make out her grandmother's voice clearly. you pushed the door open weakly, leaning against it once you had closed it firmly. you narrowed your eyes, the darkness of the night doing very little to help your vision. the moonlight shone from the window on the side, illuminating just the end of your grandmother's bed. you sighed out loud, plopping the basket at her feet,

"oh, grandmother!" you whined, "please leave this cottage! i had to go through so much. mother gave me so many treats, and... and i was being chased... i lost them all... I... oh!"

you threw your head back, tears falling from your eyes as your entire body felt like it was about to explode. you bit the inside of your cheek, just about ready to rip your corset and the shirt underneath off you. your hands clenched into fists and you slammed them onto the bed, right onto the feet of your grandmother. that was large. you frowned, glancing up to see the silhouette of her face.

"why grandmother! what large feet you have! did you break them, are they swollen?" you asked, genuine concern laced in your voice. you missed the way your grandmother shifted her position in the bed, trying to get friction somewhere that wasn't necessarily appropriate for an old lady such as herself. you walked around the bed, to the darker side where the moon wouldn't shine and saw the hands that crept out of the blankets.

"the better to travel to see you, my dear," your grandmother responded, and when she brought her hand up to brush the backside of it against your cheek, you frowned at the size of her hand.

"why grandmother! what large hands you have! when did they get so big? let me guess, arthritis?" you pressed further, and when your grandmother smiled, it felt as if she was barring her teeth, her canines sharper and pointier.

"the better to bake scones with you, my dear!" she responded, her voice dropping down to a low growl as her hand traveled down to rest right above your breasts, which had you whimpering, arching into the touch. you glanced back down to see the smile more prominent than ever,

"why grandmother! what big teeth you have!" you squeaked out, and with a harsh squeeze of your tits that made you squeal in oversensitivity, the being in front of you lets the covers of the bed fall to the ground to reveal themselves as none other than carlos. the very being you were running from.

"the better to eat you, mi zorra!" he roared, lunging at you. your screams were overshadowed by the way the bed snapped against the wall as he pounced onto you. he grabbed onto your ankle, tugging but you twist your body and kick him firmly in his face, ignoring the way your shoe cuts his lip. he hissed in pain, muttering curses in his language before grabbing onto your crawling frame, dragging your tits against the floor which left you sobbing, aching for some relief. hurling you onto the bed, he sat behind you and let each of his legs wrap around yours to hold you in place. on the right, where the moon shone through the window, you noticed his leg grow hairier, his hand - no paw - with jagged claws ripping the corset off you, along with the rest of your clothes. you're screaming, crying at how you want to go home and what happened to your grandmother. where even was she?

her rotting corpse outside, tossed into the pond, would never be found ever again.

the warmth of his paw along with the coolness of his hand made you let out a strangled moan as he began to grope your tits. your head thrown back onto the shoulder of his fur-covered side, as his thumb flicked over your sore, puffy nipples. you glanced down finally to see that this entire time you weren't sweating, you were leaking! milk oozing out of your nipples, and every time he'd squeeze harshly you'd moan out loud as he watched you spray the bed with your natural milk.

"Oh, mierda, this is working out better than I imagined," he grunted into your ear, and then he brought his hand down on your tits, slapping you with force. you sobbed, needing him to grab a handful of your swollen bosom, you can't stand this anymore. the fire is everywhere in your body, and with each blow, he laughed at the way your tits jiggled under his touch, the way your hips bucked. his paw, in the meantime, came towards your unattended tit and his claw circled your weeping nipple, and with a little bit of added pressure, you're silently screaming at the pleasure you're feeling. it's too much for you, all too much for you to handle! he flipped you over to your back, standing on the side of his bed as he fully returned to his human form at the darkness and he grabbed hold of your jaw, "kicking me, screaming into my ears, thrashing around... every other prey was so much easier, but you? what a fucking pain."

he spat at your face, letting the saliva rest on your cheek as he slapped your tits firmly. you sobbed out loud, begging him to end your suffering, to let you go. his dark chuckles did little to satisfy your pleas, and instead he harshly gropes your tits, sticking his tongue out to catch the stream of milk that spurt out of you. he licked his lips, head thrown backwards, "es tan perfecto, tastes so good."

he raised an eyebrow, looking down at your writhing body and he let his thumb rub into a drop of you milk before rolling your nipple around, "imagine being able to have this milk to myself... all the time. it's expensive, princesa, having to buy the formula secretly. right when everyone wants to fucking kill me."

your mind can't comprehend his words, too far gone in pleasure and still yearning for more. your tits still feel full, they still feel heavy and with parted lips, you moaned about what was going on, what even happened. how did you even end up here? carlos smirked, leaning his head forward to wrap his mouth around your areolas, beginning to suck. that was all that needed for your questions to simmer down for the moment, the room only flooded with your incoherent moans and whines. he sucked and squeezed, biting down on your nipple and letting his teeth sink into the fat of your tit, enough to draw a bit of blood. his tongue lapped at it, murmuring against your skin how your blood tasted so good at the bakery, that he just knew he needed to have you.

"and i will, because i always get what i want," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. he grabbed you by the back of your neck, tossing you onto the floor where the moonlight decorated it with fervor. you could hear the faint sounds of undressing and when you opened your eyes, you saw him transform into the creature that horrified you. the wolf got down to his knees, and your eyes drifted down to his cock that was visibly throbbing, leaking pre-cum just for you. your head fell back onto the floor, your mind already shutting down because nothing seemed to make sense. this had to be a horrible dream, there was no other explanation. he yanked your body closer to him, spreading your legs as his massive tongue dragged over your cunt. you bucked your hips into the air, demanding for more and he continued, rolling your clit around before letting his tongue invade your precious hole. his fangs grazed against the inside of your thigh, and every time it did so, the fear flood into you and in short bursts of 5 seconds, you had enough consciousness to push his head away. weak attempts as they were, but he could clearly hear your cries.

"n-no, please... stop i can't take it anymore!" you hoarsely whined by the time he brought you to your 4th orgasm just on his tongue. his tongue exists your swollen cunt, trailing up to your tits and circling around your hardened peaks that continued to leak. he brought his massive head down to suck once more and you're holding your breath, praying he doesn't bite your tits off. and for the first time since he transformed into a wolf, his deep guttural voice finally spoke up,

"the finest milk to feed the pups i'll put in your belly," his words rang in your ear, and you tried to sit up but his paw pushed you back down, his fangs on display as his muzzle pressed against your neck, a silent warning for you to try and refuse his desire to breed you. he cock slid against your folds, almost teasing you and seeing if you'll deny him. if you'll shove him away. but considering you're too fucked out at the moment to do anything, you watch helplessly as his paws hold onto your hips and he enters you in one swift thrust, burying himself as far your body can allow him. you arch your back at the stretch, the air being knocked out of your lungs. you let out a choked scream, as you felt every thick, pulsing inch of his cock being shoved into you, spreading you open and filling you entirely. your slick cunt clenched around the intrusion, struggling to accommodate its girth. he snarled in feral pleasure, relishing the feel of your silken gummy walls gripping him like a vice. he started to move, his hips pumping as he fucked into you with deep, pounding strokes. the force of his thrusts rocked your entire body, your heavy, leaking tits bouncing and swaying with each impact. lewd sounds filled the air - the slap of flesh on flesh, the squelch of your dripping cunt being plowed, and the wolf's grunts as he wanted to ruin you every other man.

"oh, hermosa, imagine your belly all round and swollen, carrying my pups. your tits leaking to feed them. you'd be like this for the rest of your life, stuffed with my cum and so beautiful, no?" he growled, before laughing at the tears streaming down your face at his words. the reality of the situation was dawning on you. yet, the pleasure was the only thing you could focus on, and you let out another strangled moan which he took as confirmation. his claws dug into the soft flesh of your rear, leaving red crescent marks as he gripped you tighter, pounding into you harder.

"w-where was i going? what... what, oh! what was i coming here for?" you weakly asked through moans. everything was a blur, you couldn't remember how you got here, you couldn't even remember your life before this very moment. everything only revolved around his cock hammering into you at an ungodly pace.

"mi vida, you were on your way to meet me!" he chuckled, before grunting at the way your pussy clenched around him.

"b-but the b-basket... the..."

"they were all for me! you were going to treat me first before letting me breed you, hermosa! such a good girl for me," he grinned, fangs shining under the moonlight. thick strands of your arousal splattered with each unforgiving pump of his hips, coating his fur with your juices. your pussy clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock, milking it greedily as if trying to coax out its creamy load. you were screaming, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued to drill his member further into you, and as his thrusts became more erratic, he came shortly after with a loud growl making sure to continue his thrusts so that not even one drop of his cum seeped out of you. every drop counted to him. you whimpered when he pulled out, only to roll you onto your stomach, ass positioned into the air.

"we are far from done, i will stuff you with my cum again and again and again until i see your belly growing with my pups," he slapped your ass as emphasis, rejoicing in your whimpers.

when your worrying mother woke up the next morning eagerly waiting for your arrival, she opened the bakery door only to be met with disappointment once again. she knew you were foolish enough to have gotten yourself killed in the woods, but there had to still be a chance that you were alive and well. she sighed, letting her eyes fall onto the snow and her foot touched something unexpected. she scowled, eyes snapping downwards to see a very particular thing.

a raspberry scone spread apart, the red jam oozing out.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Okay, but what if, after graduation, all the students band together and create a gigantic contract that states that, after their deaths, their respective UMs are to be given to Malleus, so he'll never be alone?

The contract's paper received protection from Vil's Fairest One of All, so it's basically indestructible (it can only be broken after Malleus himself dies).

Future Malleus tries to use everyone's magic at least once per day.

It's a Deal, Off With Your Head, Bind the Heart and Split Card are very useful for his daily activities as a ruler, he uses Oasis Maker to water his garden and help in times of drought, I See You is mostly used to keep prized possessions in check and Sleep Kiss has saved plenty of people.

The more destructive abilities like King's Roar are mostly used in times of peril (or when he wants to be petty and dramatic), and the same goes for Bet the Limit. Shock the Heart, Laugh With Me and Snake Whisper are very useful for intel gathering or pranks.

He uses Unleash the Beast whenever he visits a colder climate or just wants to change forms without turning into a dragon (he becomes a black wolf with green eyes, very fluffy). Doodle Suit is often used to make food taste terrible (he misses Lillia, even his atrocious cooking), while Fairest One of All protects all gargoyles frim erosion.

Far Cry Cradle is used to reminisce fond memories, and he likes to use Meet Me in a Dream to visit Ortho, who is still alive. He LOVES dashing around with Living Bolt.

He can't exactly use Gate to The Underworld, since it's hereditary and troublesome, so Idia gave him an indestructible tablet with a custom gargoyle game and a "Idia Mode" (the tablet makes annoying remarks, like "GG Folks" or "This RNG really is awful").

BONUS:

Malleus: As your King, I hereby declare that the Senate is to be immediately disbanded.

Senate: WHAT

Idia Tablet: LMAO. Sucks to suck!

[lovlidollie]

these pics are just the epitome of frat!rafe. he’s constantly manspreading whenever he’s seated, douchey cap either pulled low on his head or flipped backwards. you can always find him wearing a white wifebeater or a tom ford polo, rollie proudly displayed on his wrist. he knows he’s hot and he knows how to use it to his advantage ! he’s such a slut !!! literally ran through lmao there’s not one girl he hasn’t messed with.

he’s got one of three hairstyles; a buzz, an undercut with greasy bangs, or a mullet. and you best believe he pulls all three of them off. frat!rafe is one of those jerks that shows up at sorority bikini carwash fundraisers so he can wolf-whistle at them and wink as he signals them to call him.

vocab consists of diff variations of “bro,” “dude,” “my guy,” “word,” “yo,” and he most definitely overuses the word “like.” he’s the type of guy to call professors by their first name, disrupt the class, and then beg for better grades in the middle of said disrupted class.

prolific snapchat user. snapscore is atrocious and he has streaks going with at least 7 girls at any given time. sends out a ‘u up?’ text at least twice a week. sometimes he’ll leave a girl on delivered for hours - sometimes days - just because he can. when he finally replies it’s usually a blurry snap of his face or a shameless thirst trap with a “mb was busy”.

when a girl finally realises that he’s playing her, he just laughs it off. if they’re upset he says, “i was just messing around,” or “you knew what you were getting into.” he doesn’t take responsibility for any emotional damage because in his head, he never promised anyone anything.

his ig captions .. are something. obviously there’s the infamous ‘grind never stops,’ and a ‘#blessed’. posts gym mirror selfies where he’s flexing his abs, pecs or biceps in a way that seems casual, but in reality he’s spent 20 minutes trying to find the perfect angle and lighting. captions them with things like ‘gains,’ or ‘rest days are for pussies’.

rides around in his obnoxiously loud truck, revving constantly and disturbing everyone in the area. he’s always blasting rap music at full volume, and of course he’s modified the vehicle. the truck’s lifted, with big off-road wheels, a custom exhaust, and a tint that borders on illegal. frat!rafe takes pride in parking it across 2 spots, and he’s always talking about its specs; “blah blah this much horsepower blah blah v8 engine blah blah”. it’s a sore sight at all the parties with the bed of the truck more often than not being used to perform keg stands.

[glamourscat]

DELPHINIUM | FEM! KAISER X READER X FEM! NESS

schönes mädchen = beautiful girl | liebling= darling | SMUT | You hate Kaiser. You want her just as much. And when she and her little pet corner you in the locker room, there’s no running from the inevitable | 1985 words | PT 2 | PT3 | PT4

You disliked her. Hell, even hated her. Michaela Kaiser. The thorn in your side. That itch that you can’t scratch away. And yet, the object of all your desires. That haunting figure who torments your dreams, leaving you sleepless, burning, as you wake up panting from visions more erotic than anything you’ve ever known.

You couldn’t comprehend it. How someone so atrociously beautiful could be so poisonous. Like a delphinium. Gorgeous, tall blue flowers that, on appearance, are delicate, majestic. But only the more experienced can recognize the toxicity of the plant, preferring to stay away from it. And you could, as a self proclaimed expert, recognize the signs.

Her overconfidence was nothing more than a way to overcompensate for her deep rooted insecurities. That hint of narcissism hidden beneath charisma. And an ego the size of the Sahara Desert. But between recognizing the signs and wanting to fuck her senseless, there was a thin line. A line that was slowly crumbling away with each day spent in her presence.

Her and that damned girl she keeps around, following her like a pet, so damned hot too. Her and that stupid blonde hair, cut in a weird wolf cut that suits her too well. Her and her perfect height. Her and that perfect face, straight out of a magazine. Her and those eyes that leave you captivated, drawn to her like a fly to a source of light.

You were so desperately and stupidly in need of Michaela Kaiser and that damned pet of hers.

“Ness, look at her, she wants me so bad…”

That irksome, annoyingly smug voice, one you knew all too well, snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes focused on the tall girl in front of you, her head tilted in such a mocking way it physically hurt restraining yourself from punching her.

“There you are. Thought we had lost you for a moment there.” Kaiser said with a fake smile. The first sun rays of the morning lit her body from behind in such a majestic way that she looked straight out of heaven. More like a devil in disguise, the cunt.

“Shut the hell up, Kaiser,” you said between gritted teeth, eyes narrowed. Even the chilly wind of a Friday morning on the football field couldn’t stop you from clenching your fists. And Ness noticed.

“Ok, ok, c’mon now. It’s barely 7:30 AM. No fight. We agreed to meet here after breakfast to try our new technique, yeah? Let’s get to work,” the shorter girl said, moving herself between you and Kaiser out of habit now.

Or rather, awfully close to you. Nothing new. You two were somewhat civil with each other. You didn’t mind Ness, as on most days she was tolerable. Or at least when she wasn’t sucking up to Kaiser. Still, nowhere near being called friends. Not with this closeness, at least. As her surprisingly soft and delicate hand gently squeezes your upper arm.

A small huff of annoyance left your lips, and before that fake blonde could retort anything else, you decided to walk off.

“Let’s just get this over with. I don’t have all morning for this shit.”

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The cheering from the stands still rang in your ears. The opposing team won fair and square, yet you had no idea how it even happened. Your eyes were wide as you stared off into space. Wide in anger, because once again, Kaiser and Ness, but mostly Kaiser, made football a one woman kind of sport, rejecting the rest of the team. Mad because, for once, you believed she was a changed woman. Instead, once again, she fucked you over right in front of your parents and friends who came to see the big game. A game that could cost your career. Everything you had worked for. That stupid—enough. No purpose frustrating yourself over such an incompetent piece of trash.

What made you even madder, though, was yourself. Because despite the anger against Kaiser, and Ness a bit, you still found both of them dangerously attractive. Especially now, all sweaty after the game. What am I even thinking, for heaven's sake?

Entering the changing room was even worse than being on the field. The air was tense, so damned tense you could cut it with a knife. Most of the girls had already finished changing and washing up, ready or just about to leave. Leaving your unfortunate ass with Kaiser and Ness alone. Your eyes met theirs, unable to conceal the scowl on your face. For someone so pretty, they could be so vile.

“What are you staring at?” Kaiser said with narrowed eyes, her jaw clenched, yet that smugness was always present. Even after a defeat.

“Don’t tell me you’re sad that we lost?” you said mockingly. “We lost because of you—you two. Your little fucking act. Do not dare act so pissed off now.”

You could have sworn you saw her eyes change color for a split second. You had never seen her so angry as she stood up and rushed to size you up, her height overpowering you already. That did not stop you from keeping eye contact, though.

“Alright, alright, enough. Please,” Ness panicked, standing up to pull Kaiser back.

“Shut up, Ness,” both you and Kaiser said at the same time.

“But please, by all means, go ahead, shithead. Show me, tell me, exactly why we lost. We all know why it happened,” you snapped, eyes still on Kaiser. “You know what your problem is? You think you’re all that, all this, and then can barely do shit. When that girl… Isagi, or whatever she was fucking called, literally clowned your ass—”

“You really got a mouthful, don’t you?” Kaiser snapped. In an instant, she was on you, hands fisting your jersey, dragging you chest to chest, her breath against your lips.

Ness was still beside you two, trying, and failing, to stop whatever was going on.

“I fucking hate smartass wannabes,” she hissed as your back suddenly hit the tiles of the shower. She had walked you into it.

“Kaiser—” Ness’s voice was cut off by the blonde.

“You shut the hell up too,” she snapped at Ness. Now, both girls found themselves pressed against the damp shower wall by none other than Kaiser. Heavy breaths ghosted against your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if they belonged to Kaiser, Ness, or yourself.

The way you were sandwiched between the two girls, the water dripping from the previously used shower head onto your shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure what prompted this, but when Kaiser’s plump lips touched yours and Ness followed, you found yourself unable to stop…

Your mind swirling and falling into place, finding and following a tempo that was so natural, almost scaringly natural, for how in sync you three are. 

Kaiser’s lips open, leaving a rather obscene moan and at their place Ness immediately fills their absence. You can feel slowly slipping into a state of euphoria, as your mind brings you back to those sinful dreams of just a few weeks prior. This cannot be happening now. And yet, Kaiser’s hand finds your breast while her lips leave warm bites along your neck, each one as a way to coax more sound from you. Ness is nonetheless, as she pushes herself against you more and more, deepening the kiss further and further and you aren’t even sure at this point if you’re breathing or just going through the motion of it because you can barely think.  

“We– shouldn’t–” you managed to gasp out as their lips are bruising your neck on both sides.

“Yeah?” Kaiser says in a more huskier voice, more low and calm from earlier. “Make us then” she whispered in your ear, making her lips touch your earlobe, slowly and huntingly drawing them down your neck again to find your pulse point as her hand went to the edge of your jersey. 

“We have been wanting you for so long.” Ness murmurs against your neck before moving up to steal a peck from your lips once more. “Are you– do you want this too?” 

Both her and Kaiser look at you with a hunger that is impossible to describe. Ready to pounce at any given moment once you will say the magic words.

“I—”

“You are not fooling anyone with the good girl act,” Kaiser said, rolling her eyes as she pushed her hair back. “You have been eyeing fucking me since forever–”

“Kaiser!” Both you and Ness say at the same time. Though, Ness was calling her out while you were flustered. 

“What? I just said the truth…” the taller girl says side eyeing the both of you, though, the small hint of amusement was impossible to ignore in her tone. 

“You didn’t have to be so explicit…” you huff staring at the ceiling of the shower room, a moment of anxiety going through your body. “Yes. I want this now. I want both of you.” 

Kaiser grins and she doesn’t waste a moment as her manicured hands go to remove your and her jersey at once. Ness follows with her own, while taking care to strip away everyone of their bras. 

The moment was so intense that you can barely register what’s happening. Is one thing, seeing them naked on a daily basis in the changing room as you three are on the same team. But that’s it, you know? There’s nothing sexual about natural nakedness. But this? This, as their hands and mouths explore your body so hungry. So… possessive… was driving you insane- 

“So full… aren’t they Kaiser? They are so beautiful” Ness murmurs as she squeezes your breasts. 

“Yeah, well, I certainly cannot disagree with you there.” Kaiser laughed quietly, as she pushed her voluminous chest against yours. The cold of her nipple piercing caressing your skin. Rubbing against your own nipples as an unholy moan left your lips, making both girls laugh softly.

“Open your legs for us, schönes mädchen” 

Never words have been spoken so dangerously. The way she said it, so tantalising. Like she was playing, messing with your head. A dangerous game of power and control where you were so badly losing as Kaiser’s slender and long fingers kept curling deep inside you, leaving you unable to talk. To stand. To think. Only to whine and moan, as Ness’s tumb plays with your clit as if she was intending to cast a magic spell on you. 

“S’too much–” you whined, head back against the wet tiles as the water, earlier turned on by Ness, has by now soaked your and their body. 

“Too much?” Kaiser says with a mocking concerned tone. “I am sure you have one more in you, liebling. Keep your legs open for us, you have a third one in ya no?” 

No… Well, yes. But you were drowning. Maybe literally. 

As her fingers keep exploring, keep pushing, until they are out of you. A small huff leaves your lips as you open your eyes in protest as Kaiser steps back and Ness steps in front of you. 

Before you could fully understand the mechanics of what was going to happen, Kaiser moves behind you, holding your legs open and spread as Ness’s core presses against yours. Moans leave both of your mouths at the same time as she starts to grind against you. The feeling of her hard clit, your wetness mixing together was new and surely not unwelcomed by any means. Kaiser chuckles against your neck, leaving a soft bite near your pulse point, as she whispers against your warm skin. 

“See? I did say you had one more in you” Kaiser hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But don’t think we’re done just yet.”

pt2… PT3

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