#baring fangs

[dexcaru]

Xp: wow! This was alot of fun to set up!

Nexus: yeah. Sure.

[Xp and Nexus are available for questions!]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 295

So, maybe Danny should have been more specific when he said he wanted to get reincarnated, because this? Is not an ideal situation. 

See he’s fine with being a clone, really, but uh, apparently the scientists want to terminate him- which, like dude, he’s not even melting or actively dying! So what if he failed at their tests, his body is three, give him a break! 

Well, at least it’s given him certainty in getting out, because these are Not good people. He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt and- hold up, another clone? Brother? Two brothers? One aged up, one in the middle of it- since his own aging-up failed past three? 

Oh hell no, they can’t experiment on his brothers, those are his brothers and living people just as much as he is! Time to break out- and he’s taking those papers thank you- and gonna’ grab his… he’s gonna’ call them his triplets because they’re the same age, just aged differently. 

Now hold his hand, they’re runnin’ to the mountai- oh thank fuck, the physically-oldest of them can fly. To the mountains while they have the cover of night and they can figure things out. At least his life isn’t boring yet…

[not-kat]

i can't be the only one who still thinks about maximum ride

[talesfromthecrypts]

Neil Newbon in What We Do in The Shadow-Cursed Lands

[freetreasures]

i can reread tbg a thousand times but the second kitay gets up to fight rin i CRUMBLE. what do you mean rin never fought kitay before. what do you mean they fought everyone else at sinegard at some point, but they could never fight each other because they couldn’t stand the thought of trying to hurt the other, not even for pretend. what do you meannnnn

[aerscribbles]

very intrigued by feral xie lian (sounds so fun :D)

This one came from me reading a coffin rescue fic and going "It is NOT that easy" about how quickly Xie Lian seemed to recover from a hundred years of isolation and pain (in terms of socialization).

A bit of background to clarify: I have been pretty isolated from my peers for most of my life, and am still struggling to recover from covid quarantine. It took me a year to fully reintegrate politeness into my understanding of human interaction, and I still get the urge to bite people. Humans go feral really easily.

The main premise is: after Xie Lian gets out of the coffin on his own, he ends up just. living in the forest as a local cryptid. Ruoye is the one responsible for him wearing clothes.

Fafa goes to investigate the rumors of a 'golden-eyed demon followed by a white snake', not expecting anything but willing to try for any lead he can find.

He is wearing a prototypical version of his San Lang form (canonically looks like Wu Ming) dressed in black because this is the border of Number 35's and Baby Idiot's territories and he currently has no interest in starting shit by being recognized.

Xie Lian eats one of the butterflies, then pounces on the friend-shaped (Wu Ming-shaped!) person who smells exactly like the tasty snack he just caught.

Fafa: (-\\\\\•)

The rest of the thing is Fafa trying to resocialize Xie Lian (please stop eating raw meat, Gege!), with a few eventual attempts by fengqing to rescue this teenager that feral Xie Lian seems to have kidnapped.

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 75: onehat

[ruinme-please]

𝚅𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕

𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

[starisaba]

Understandable Li Lun lost his marbles over Zhu Yan and never recovered. As a simple-minded tree demon whose only companion was the full package of a cute, funny, kind, sweet babyboy and an extrovert, exuberant, flirty, sexy lad, or as Merriam-Webster puts it, a "markedly pleasant and easy in social intercourse", his basic Madonna-whore complex was at full speed over him.

If Danny felt like a pathetic loser when he thought he lost Sandy, Li Lun fumbling a bad bitch like him is worth the mental breakdown of the millenium.

[dexcaru]

Baring fangs MEGAPOST!!!

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[myteethyourflesh]

No one tells you when you first start pumping your nipples how you’ll start to get addicted to the feeling and you’ll want to do it all the time. This is my third time pumping today and my cunt is just as wet from doing it now as it was for the first time.

[ujungyu]

the sillies... 😿

[arsenicflame]

Izzy's never had any social media- why the fuck would he?- but there is a facebook account out there with his name, made for him by Ed back in the days when it was the hot new thing, and everyone had to have a facebook account. Theres a sum total of three posts on there;

The first two, made when Ed opened the account, marking that he changed his profile picture (Ed's favourite of them, armoured in leather but grinning at each other, full of love, like theres nothing else that matters in the world), and that Ed changed his relationship status now Izzy has an account- "Edward Teach is married to Izzy Hands"

The only other post, made more than a decade later, is Ed changing his relationship status to single.

[youareunbearable]

Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been

Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy

She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.

Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.

The bastard won't even name their child.

She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.

Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.

At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.

The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.

A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.

Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.

The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.

Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.

The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.

"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."

So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.

The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.

As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.

Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.

Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.

Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.

When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.

She bares her bloody teeth in smile.

[therealsquiddo]

WHO TOLD BACONNWAFFLES0 ABOUT MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT.

(eyes glow red) get...off...my...page...

[wolfgangevenstar]

okay shdbsnskjs small comic from the a/b/o fic i’m writing