#bears are hungry and humans are annoying

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Featuring: Yandere Swapfell Papyrus x reader

Trigger warning: kidnapping, yandere behavior, mentions of amputation, toxic relationship, one sided relationship, suicidal mentions, death threats.

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The silence in his room killed you, you didn't remember when nor why you fell down into this hell, but something you knew was you'd be dead if he didn't have interest in you.

Cash. That was his name, a money hungry skeleton who you'd met after you got out of the ruins, god, you should've stayed with Asgore.

He couldn't explain what drew him to you, it was a feeling.. like he had met you in another life, another life where he couldn't keep you safe. Something made him forcefully take you, maybe the desire to have you, maybe he's just finally going crazy in this hell hole.

Whatever it was, he made sure to chain your leg to a pole on the small shelter of his shared house. That wasn't the smartest decision, because it didn't take much for his brother to notice Cash bringing food to the shelter and spending a lot of time there. Berry knew something was off, and when he saw a human, chained down in his shelter without him knowing angered him.

He confronted Cash, what the actual fuck? There's someone chained in his shelter and he didn't even know! Cash tries to explain, they have something different from other people! Please don't say anything to Alphys..

Berry doesn't understand, but he makes up his mind and when Cash isn't home, he calls Alphys, saying that he's captured a human and that monster kind will finally be free. When Cash arrives he sees both his brother and the lizard looking disappointed into the shelt.

She crouches down and grabs a small hair pin from the ground, looking up at Berry with an annoyed face.

"Damn it, they must've escaped!"

She growls while getting up and punches the wall, tightening her fist in fury.

"They Couldn't Have Run Far, They're Probably Still By Snowdin, Waterfall By Most.."

Her eyes light up after Berry's words, turning around almost immediately.

"You're right..! I must inform the rest of the guard!"

And with that she quickly runs off, leaving the two skeletons alone.

"..Bro what.."

"...Go Check Your Room Cash."

His soul skips a beat as he teleports inside, running up the stairs and getting his hand on his room door knob.

His eyes lay on the best image he could see at that moment, you sitting on his mattress, wearing one of his shirts, having one of your legs chained while eating a burrito.

"..Oh hey...Your brother makes good food.."

Berry knew that you were special to his brother, Cash has never been that happy in more than a decade, when they finally got out of the streets, and he promised himself that he'd do anything that could make his brother happy, even if it means lying to the captain of the royal guard and putting monster kind's freedom at hold for maybe years. He talked to you, saying that Cash is only trying to protect you from the rest of the monsters, from the Queen, who wants your soul and saying that if you leave, you're going to die. That was enough to make sure you stayed, not like you could anywhere with your leg chained.

He opens a big grin, running towards you and hugging your body like it is a teddy bear. There's something he's going to make sure. You won't leave him, he won't let the Queen take your life, at least not before taking his..

Cash needs you, he truly does love you! So please... Don't struggle nor try to get out... He doesn't want to be the one to cut off your leg..

[monstersfuckingeachother]

I like the idea of dating someone dating somebody who's slowly turning them into a monster without them knowing. Like imagine your so wants to take over doing your hrt shots for you and your like, okay because it sounds like a cute thing for a supportive partner to do. But they swap out the hrt for something that's altering your body in a way that should not be possible. Your getting hairer, which you knew testosterone did but this hair is weird. It almost has the texture of fur but you shrug it off because you know hormones can change the texture of someone's hair. Your nail beds are also getting alot thicker and you have to trim them more often now which is annoying but nothing is setting off alarm bells yet. Your bottom growth is off the charts and you think your just one of the lucky ones who gets a lot of growth but it looks kind of weird? The skin around it envelops it in a way thats almost like a sheath but when you express this to your so they suck you so hard you forget and by the next time you remember it's doubled in sizes and now little bits of fluid spurt from the tip. You've noticed your behaviors changing too, you're hungry all the time and the things you want to eat are all things like carpaccio, steak tartar and sashimi. You get clingier and more protective of your partner. You don't like them going out where you can't protect them. That is YOUR mate! What if something happens to them and you can't protect them. The thought has you growling angrily, literally. By the time you realize something is wrong it's already to late. But that's okay because your mate loves you so much and the sex has never been better, especially with the big knotted cock you have now. So really, it's not like you've lost anything.

anon how does it feel to have such a massive wrinkly brain

I mean. Personally I'd like to be the s/o doing the forcestranging, of course, but like. God. The idea of someone just looking at a sad, lost "human" and going I know exactly what you need. The idea of that little "human" getting those changes and being so euphoric about them, not realizing that those changes are pushing it in a direction it doesn't even know is possible--but of course even when it realizes what's happening there's just this little voice in the back of its head saying to just let it happen--

And of course you expected a higher libido from going on T, but you're way hornier than you thought you'd be--but it's still probably normal, right? You can't think about anything except appeasing your dick, which has gotten so much bigger--you knew tdicks could get big but not that big!--but that's. That's normal, right? (Cute little human--doesn't even recognize its own rut.)

And you'd never really thought about breeding before, or maybe you even found yourself repulsed by the idea of pregnancy, but now it's all you want--you just want to be able to shove your dick in someone and cum so deep inside them they'll end up bearing a whole litter of your kids. Or, perhaps, you find yourself thinking far too much about eggs--making them, fertilizing them, laying them, pumping them into someone else. There's something inside you now. Something animal. It refuses to let your desires go unfulfilled, and quite frankly you don't think you've ever felt this satisfied.

Ohhhhh and the physical changes. Growing fur. Your nails turning into claws. You were told that T would give you increased strength, increased energy, increased appetite, but it's not just that--you're faster now, you crave meat, even the way you walk has changed from a normal human walk into something far more like a prowl. You're getting taller too--you thought you'd started T too late for that! But hell, you're not complaining! (And the little human doesn't even realize it's going to grow fangs, too.)

And slowly, slowly, between the libido and the urges and the physical changes and the way people have started eyeing you up with a mixture of fear and lust, your mind changes as well--more instinctual, more animal, more devoted to your s/o. Months ago, before this had happened, you would have broken up with them if you found out they'd messed with your HRT, but now? Now you can't imagine living without them. You find yourself laying on top of them when they're home, nosing up to them, putting arms around their shoulders or hips just to let everyone know that they're yours. Someone tries to flirt with your s/o and the absolute rage that fills you nearly makes you kill the flirter right then and there.

You thought your s/o would be mad, but they're not. They just kiss your nose and smirk.

Still, your s/o knows something, so you confront them one day, describing all the weird happenings and ignoring how delicious every one of those changes is. You're a bit embarrassed about your tdick, but when they ask to see it you can't say no--and when they tease the tip your own primal instincts shut down any objection. And they do this every time you bring up the changes in any sort of negative or suspicious light. At one point they tell you that they "just want you to love the changes." And, like...you did always want to get on T. But you don't think that this is just T anymore.

And yet you find yourself unable to care. You find yourself incredibly happy with it--smiling with a mouthful of fangs at your reflection, pouncing at any flicker of motion. You never actively desired fur, but now you find yourself loving it. And, of course, your s/o makes sure that your new, knotted dick is never kept waiting for long.

One night, as they're petting your fur, they lean over and whisper to you: Let's leave. Get out of here, away from the humans, to where we can both be free.

You can't think of anything you want more.

[cricky-butspicy]

What kind of meat WOULD creature Sun and Moon be bringing the reader? If they note you only eat SOME of it post cooking, it's kinda like.... well you guys are 9ft huge and I can't eat a whole deer even if I'm hungry like that.... sorry.... small human small stomach....

Hiding this under a keep reading in case it grosses anyone out!

Cw: animal death and a bit of grossness with it

They will try their most impressive catches on you first, which indeed means they are bringing you deer at first because look! I’m such a good hunter! Prime mate material because look what I can catch you!

Moon will indeed notice that you are small though, so he shows you his catch to show how impressive it is before starting to rip it apart into pieces for you right in front of you and offering it to you on a leaf to be kind. (He does this with Sun. It a sign of care.) You are probably very grossed out at the least, and he doesn’t understand why.

He tries just bringing you torn up meat to see if that’s better. Depends on what kind of reader you are, it could either be better or worse. You probably have to ask them what it is half the time before even thinking about touching it. They tell you, and a good thing about that is they really have to be honest about it unless they just say “meat” to have you not worry about it. They have rules though, and if you ask those 3 time, they have to tell you. Good thing is they’d never feed you another human! And they don’t really like catching cats and dogs. Dogs remind Moon too much of Fae like the Black Dogs, and he’d never eat a Fae. He might kill one, but he’d never eat one. Plus, dogs are so loyal and they speak well with him and Sun. They have agreements. You’ll notice a lot of people with dogs in the town don’t get harmed or messed with by Sun and Moon. It’s because of their dogs. It’s similar with cats except it’s not so much the Fae thing as it is a respect thing. Cats have spunk. Sun appreciates that. Moon is annoyed by it, but accepts it. People with cats still get messed with, but they never die or get severely hurt.

Sun and Moon sometimes regret those agreements they have with those little animals.

Sun isn’t normally good at big catches since he hasn’t been hunting his whole life, so he brings you a lot of squirrels and rabbits. Mice and moles and the such are too small to offer to you as gifts; he wouldn’t even want one of those because it’s barely a bite. Even squirrels and rabbits are small to him, but they seem like the perfect size for you!! So he hopes you’ll eat it! You may even get the occasional fox, but if they are yelled at for it, they won’t do it again.

Sun and Moon don’t touch opossums. Those are little friends that keep ticks off of them. Raccoons are fair game, but they mostly just like to play with raccoons. You might get a few larger birds. You might have to ask Fievel to help with those if you plan on eating them. Actually, Fievel could help you with any of them, so if you really wanted to eat the deer, you could just get a hold of him.

Sun and Moon might not be the happiest about him touching their gifting to you, but if it means you accept it and eat it, they’ll get over it.

They’ll be tempted to steal from the farms for you, but a stolen gifting isn’t very good of a gifting in their opinion, and showing off how good they can hunt without extra advantages is what they are trying to show off! Be careful, if the bears are out, Moon may try to get one for you. You may have to tell him to calm down with the food giftings.

Anything you don’t eat, Sun and Moon do. They don’t let food go to waste. And if they notice you only eat a certain type of meat, they’ll try to be careful and get you that type of meat. You are a picky little destined mate, but that’s alright! They don’t mind.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i KNOW i might sound insane, but what if vampire! Engel sets up traps around her isolated dark castle to capture any animal that is unfortunate enough to step on one of them, because she swears to not ever consume human blood and swore to only consume animal blood

and vampire hunter! König unluckily (luckily??) stepped on one of the bear traps, and she heard a scream from outside, so she went out to check and SHE SMELLED the smell she tried so hard to hide herself from

And she just kinda stood there, drooling and saw a very big BIG man, she thought it was a bear until he pulled out her dagger and pointed it at her, while panting in pain

IDKKK ITS GIVING ENEMIES TO LOVERS? STRANGERS TO LOVERS????? I worte this ina hirry because im about to cry thinking about it

Oh god the angst exploded in this one… sorry not sorry but these two are just UGHHH

König thought he was getting rescued when he heard the sound of soft footsteps. His stomach sinks when he sees this is not the case: his situation is far more dire than he thought. Not only is he stuck in an old trap and about to lose a foot: he's being hunted by the most dangerous, most beautiful little predator he has ever seen.

She's prowling, hungry and keen, crawling barely ten feet away from his sorry corpse-to-be. Her eyes glow in the darkness as she licks her lips; she's looking at her prey like a cute little house cat, dark and treacherous and extremely curious. He can't understand how those perfect hands could've managed to set all these traps: they look so dainty and frail. But looks can be deceiving when it comes to vampires. She's probably stronger than an average human male.

He can't hear her thoughts, which must be filled with the desire to drink. He doesn't have to: any vampire hunter can see that this one hasn't eaten properly in a while. Her lips are pale, she's breathing fast, she even moves on all fours like she's either too afraid or too weak to stand. Her fingers curl around the moss as she looks at him; her body almost trembles with anticipation.

When he draws his blade, she lets out a hiss and recoils further into the shadows. He's a pathetic mortal and a weak man for mourning the loss of that pretty little face and those lovely, enchanting eyes. He knows that she's a vampire, she's supposed to seduce her victims, but he can't help his sinful thoughts.

No woman has ever looked at him like that…

No woman has ever prowled upon him, it's usually the other way around. It won't take tremendous strength to kill this lovely little creature, but it will take a tremendous amount of willpower, a thing he used to have in abundance before he met her.

"Shy one. Did you set all these traps?" He asks and lowers his blade. The woman slinks back into a beam of moonlight, now standing on her own two feet. Her hips sway like in a dream, her red little tongue darts across the pale, bloodless lips.

"Who else if not me?"

Her voice is cool, cascading silk. It's calling him in like a siren song, forcing him to lower his dagger even more. She's dressed like an angel, in the purest white. A cruel joke from a vampire, or a desperate attempt to recall who she used to be when she was alive.

But her eyes are innocent – she's either the most cunning vampire he's ever met or then she's trapped, far more badly than him.

"You like to torture your victims?"

His question leaves the creature blinking. Then the curious eyes narrow to slits, the confused, hungry little mouth begins to pout.

"No. The traps are not meant for humans."

"No…? Why am I caught in one then?"

"Perhaps because you're clumsy."

She's cute when she's annoyed. Vampire charms or no, she lashes out so tactfully and elegantly that he cannot help but smile. What a proud, stubborn little creature… She's a sad, lonely little thing, just like he is. He would love to take her home as a pet.

His eyes must be softer when he smiles because it throws the vampire off guard. She takes a curious step towards him.

"If I set you free… will you leave me in peace?"

Her eyes are big and pleading now, free of any deceit, and he curses in his mind. If she's trying to allure him into another trap, it's working far too well.

"Ja," he tries to keep his voice even, "But if you try to drink from me–"

"I don't drink from humans."

"...Why not?"

There's no answer. But she takes another step, then another, then floats down to help him out of the huge trap meant for game. Her suspicious eyes dart to his blade every now and then until he decides to sheathe his weapon. The old hunters would deem him dead after this, but he can only concentrate on the woman before him. Her weak frame summons an immense amount of strength to open the trap.

The scent of blood must be like opium to her as the fresh wound on his leg becomes exposed. Her nostrils quiver and flare, her eyes flutter closed as she sighs softly. For that sweet, soft sound alone, he would open his veins for her himself.

"Fräulein… Are you alright?" He asks while bleeding profusely all over the ground. If she attacks him now, the culling would be well earned. No man should be this weak-willed.

"You… You smell good," she moans, her voice filled with so much longing that he can't take it anymore.

"Scheisse... Listen. One bite. Ja? You can have one bite and then I'll–"

Darkness and light envelop him all at once.

She dives forward like an eager lover, her body cold and frail and yet, so demanding when it hits him like the softest tide. He falls back, taking her with him, the vampire woman who is everything he ever wanted.

Her lips tremble on his neck for a while before she opens her mouth and sinks her tiny little teeth in. What else can he do but clutch her – in pleasure and in pain as she drinks and drinks and drinks until he's hard and groaning under her. The pain in his leg turns into full, ecstatic pangs of rushing blood, his ears are ringing with the song of it.

All he can feel is her. He can feel her relief and her hunger and the quick but quenching thirst, it makes him so happy his heart is about to burst.

The shy little lady is all but fearful now. She doesn't seem to care that his hands are roaming across her back and all over her waist. No: she hums and purrs with delight, attaches to him like she's in desperate need of a release too. She hasn't had a hearty drink in ages, then. He's glad to provide it for her: death is a small price to pay if he gets to hold her like this. If she kills him in these woods, it will be a good way to go.

"You don't… drink from humans, ja?"

He tries to laugh, but his voice comes out as a dry croak. The body above him goes tense like a bowstring.

"Don't be shy, kleine Engel," he rumbles when a pitiful sob disrupts the drinking. He only holds her closer: if these are his last minutes alive, he will spend them with this woman in his arms. The reassurance works, in a way: she draws breath so fast that the last gulp turns into a suck. It forces his whole body rigid; nothing has ever felt so good. But then she stops, and lets him go with an agonized, heartbroken look.

Vampires can't cry, that's what he was taught long ago in the academy. The demons of the night are to be hunted because they can never shed a tear for their sins. But this angelic creature, now warm and full and lush in his embrace, has tears streaming down her face.

"What did you call me?" She asks with a frail, thin voice. The white shadow above him is made of pure light as his senses begin to fail. He barely discerns that she looks more healthy, even more mesmerizing than before now that she has had her fill. He whispers his last words into the night air, just before losing consciousness.

"An angel…"

It's dawn when he wakes up without ever expecting to do so.

Someone has kept the beasts away during the dark, dangerous hours of the night. His wound is treated and his water can is full when he comes to. She has even brought her some bread and cheese on the forest floor. Stolen, no doubt, from some local homestead. The only evidence of him holding her in his arms last night are the two little punctures he finds on his neck. Small, neat and cute, just like her.

It doesn't help to know that vampires rarely leave their victims alive unless they wish to come back to them. It doesn't help to know that the reason for their return is usually the desire to turn the victim into a vampire – into a companion.

He should pursue and hunt her, but he's too weak. Or that's what he tells himself, at least. Deep down he knows he wouldn't do it even if he was in his prime.

After all, he could never kill an angel.

[neverniko101]

Krxkentale- Nightmare’s Gang

Canon Horror? Fanon Horror? What about both. On the same team. Ehehehehehehehehegegehhe-

To be clear I love them both equally and have nothing against anyone who likes/dislikes one or the other

Rambling below!! This will eventually be a comic I swear, just wanna finish current ones first :3

Horror

Fanon!Horror- The Bear

Original by Sour Apple Studio

- Worked for a multiversal agency that provided highly trained soldiers to act as mercenaries to whoever could pay, regardless of what they did. Horror was one of these soldiers, as he was indebted to the agency for rescuing he and his brother from his collapsing AU. This agency (too lazy to name it) was very shitty to those who worked for it, paying almost nothing and often making them fight for food to encourage violence and distrust. They wouldn’t want an uprising, after all…

- As these mercenaries were being hired by Nightmare’s enemies and proving to be quite annoying, he showed up and destroyed everything, killing, capturing, scattering, or recruiting all the soldiers. He offered Horror the opportunity to work for him as a guard and soldier, in exchange being treated as a noble with all the food he could want.

- Horror is large, gruff, and always hungry. Despite his rough nature, he tends to be the kindest of the gang and becomes very protective of the others as he gets to know them.

- The reason his AU collapsed was because the code itself was starving, drained of enough magic that it started digesting its own code, collapsing in on itself. Fun. Otherwise, it began as a normal Horror!tale AU.

- His brother worked at the kitchens of the agency and went missing during Nightmare’s attack. His whereabouts are unknown.

Dust

Murder!Sans- The Crow

Original by Ask-Dusttale

- A Mad scientist both in the terms that he is crazy and he is angry. Made a deal with the god of Death (Reaper) to permanently kill the human from his timeline despite their Determination, having Reaper personally come and drag them into hell. In exchange, Dust worked as Reaper’s minion/preist, carrying out his bidding to help maintain the order of life and death.

- Fascinated with the prospect of reanimation and dreams of bringing his Papyrus back to life. Reaper doesn’t like this, but finds Dust’s experiments interesting and therefore allows him to continue.

- ✨Potions✨

- Has a pet crow named Terrance that he uses to communicate with Reaper. We love Terrance.

- Reaper has been anxious about Nightmare’s activities and sends Dust to act as a spy, joining the gang and reporting back to Reaper.

Cross

Xtale!Sans- The Wolf

Original by Jakei

- From an ice-covered Xtale AU, the young Paladin is used as bait to capture and kill the demon X!Chara, failing as the spirit fully takes control of Cross’ body and escapes before the two can be sacrificed. Almost completely overtaken by the monster, Cross makes a desperate plea to the moon god to come save him, summoning Nightmare. NM restores Cross’ control, but refuses to remove X!Chara altogether, using that as leverage to make Cross work for him; he can’t spend too much time away from Nightmare without the demon overtaking his body.

- Originally a Paladin to the sun god (Dream, although neither know it) and is therefore resistant to Nightmare’s magic (hence why he can’t make magical deals and contracts like the others and has to be controlled in different ways).

- His sword, dubbed Fred, is imbued with magic and glows in the dark. It also boomeranged back to him when thrown, but he, uh…needs some more practice with that part.

- Red pupil gets larger the more control X!Chara takes, filling both eyes when in complete control.

Killer

Something New- The Cat

Original by Rafwabas

- After everyone in his AU was dead, Killer got bored. Very, very, very bored. Why not poke around the old lab he used to work at, then? He might find something neat. And he does- with the magic he’s accumulated, he’s able to fuel a portal machine that can transport him to other AUs. He quickly redevelops his interest in engineering, stealing parts from other AUs to build his machines…until he’s caught. And thrown in jail. And freed by Nightmare, in exchange for working for him.

- He is a cat. Will climb. Knock thing over. Sit wherever he wants.

- He isn’t a murderer in this AU, instead fusing with the human in a last-ditch effort to stop them from wiping out the entire underground. He was forced to stay behind as everyone else evacuated, though, as it was unknown if the procedure would work or if Killer would be safe to be around. Which, to be fair, he isn’t.

- All of his socks have cat paws on the bottom

Hatchet

Horror!Sans- The Fox

Original by Sour Apple Studios

- Horror sans #2 lmao

- Due to the loss of his eye and most (if not all) of his magic, Hatchet finds his strength in wielding weapons and building traps. He is fast, agile, and stealthy, though his time of starving had left him physically weak.

- Some of the monsters in the Underground went haywire and attempted to sacrifice Hatchet in some effort to gain more food, only to be stopped by, you guessed it, Nightmare. Hatchet agrees to come work for Nightmare as long as he kills Undyne and restores someone halfway decent to the throne, which he does. Other than that, the inhabitants of his AU can fend for themselves. Except for Papyrus. He’s coming with him.

- How does one person have so many weapons on their body. Where is he keeping them. Where did he get a six foot tall hammer. Why does he have fifteen knives-

- His brother works at the castle too! He picks out Hatchet’s shirts

Okay it’s 1 am I have to go sleep now bye

[ejnyrasirl]

and then there were three.

this is a part two to the aftermath fic i posted so if you're seeing this and haven't checked that out please do! it isn't all that necessary to the story but i still am trying to like, grow and stuff, so YEAH check out my other writings !!!!!!! tw: graphic descriptions of gore, um idk its a crp fic so like. the usual stuff probably </3 fic under the cut!

it has been half a year since the incident now, jacks blackouts had become few and far between. adjusting to its new form had been generally quite difficult, aside from the blackouts. jack had found that when he leaned over, or made much movement at all, the tar and blood mixture that replaces its insides, would leak from its empty sockets. this had proven to become quite annoying whilst hunting or foraging.

jack had become bored of its usual routine of hunting during the day or eating leftovers, then digging through garbage cans to find decor for the truck stop, or old blankets, or clothing that perhaps might fit it. ej decided to try going out, to the suburbs near its old college where it had grown up! was it probably going to get 911 called on it? yes. was this a stupid decision? yes. did it care? no. not at all

it wanted to find something to perhaps keep the tar from dripping out directly onto its face, like, a mask or any face cover. it put on its only hoodie that was clean of blood and tar, put the hood over its head and ruffled hair in-front of its face in a hope that maybe no one would even notice the tail, or lack of eyes, or blueish grey skin.

it walked the back roads back to the suburbs, avoiding jenny's cabin at all costs. while walking through rows of stores it stopped in front of an electronics store, staring at a tv through the glass window. it was on the news?.. this confused jack greatly. he stood and watched as the reporter on the silver screen explained that there was a brutal occult related serial-murder that had occured, with one of the victims being listed as jack nyras. jack stood in front of the store, mourning the loss of its parents son, while simultaneously, its hatred for jenny-- and people in general, grew. it hated her for all she'd done. it hated her for this. and it hated everyone for not being able to figure out what actually happened.

eventually, after 5 minutes or so, jack sighed and moved along. it walked into a spirit halloween, hanging its head down. jack looked around in the store momentarily before grabbing a plain white mask with a clear rubber wire attached to it, and bolting. it knew no one probably cared that much about it shoplifting like one cheap thing but, it still ran. by the time jack had made it back to the area in the woods near the truck stop, it was far too hungry to function. it adorned the mask onto its head, then promptly left for hunting. jack smelt something, a smell it had come to know all too well-- blood. it followed the thick scent of iron in the air, thinking a bear probably got to a poor camper-- but didn't finish eating them. jack quite often ate the leftovers of other animals killings, human or not. it was quite rare that jack would find a dead human. human in its mind were like, delicacies at this point. the taste was so unique, and no other animal matched it in flavor. though, it still cared for its mother and father deep down, it had seperated itself from humans almost entirely. jack saw them as just another animal. jack made its way to the campsite where the smell had originated, incredibly far off from its own home, to find a brutal killing. nyras found four humans, one human drenched in blood, adorned in stab wounds and slashed at the neck. another with a clean cut down the torso, opened up and stabbed in the lungs, and a large joker esc smile cut into their face from the corners of their lips. the last two look to have been killed mercifully, as they lied face down in the grass, bullet wounds to the back of the head. jack obviously gathered that no bear had done this to these people, but it had gathered that this meant free food for it! ej grabbed one of the victims that were killed via gun by the hair and dragged it back to its truck stop for dinner. over the following week jack had noticed more.. strange bodies, popping up at campsites throughout the forest it dwelled in. one morning it awoke realizing it was out of leftover food. it left to hunt, and again smelt blood. it followed the scent until it reached where the unfortunate victim had set up camp. this time though- something was different. there were two men standing over the body, talking. jack did not fear these men, it has come to understand well from hunts of its own that human weapons do not hurt it much. ej emerged from the heavily wooded forest into the small clearing where the campers tent, the deceased camper, and the men are. jack grabbed the body on the forest ground by its hair, slit at the neck, still gushing dark, warm blood. jack looked at the men, dark tar dripping from its sockets onto the mask. one of them, a man with orange goggles and a muzzle, clutched his hatchet in his hand. the other, a man in a white hoodie with facial scars, just paused talking to the other and stared at it. jack waved with its free hand at the two, not caring to fight, just hungry. "hey dude- thing-- what're you doing.." the man with the scars said. "food." it said, simply, not feeling like conversating. despite this, it politely stood holding the body as the man spoke again "i mean- alright. not like i was gonna do anything with it. uhm. have fun i guess.." the other man stood quietly, jack assumed he was just afraid. ej dragged the body off to its home, where it then feasted. jack hadn't noticed that anyone had followed him home but, it grew to understand that someone must have. around once a week it would go outside to find bodies left near the truck stop. jack was intrigued by these humans, it felt that they weren't.. normal.

jack needed to find them, again. jack needed to talk to them.

[zinniazahara]

Run fast for your mother

And fast for your father

Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

Leave all your love and your longing behind

You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.

ASARO KODEIA

Voicelines

Thoughts I

… “Abott Raziel is unlike the rest of humanity, profane and hedonistic. He does away with mortal folly, with absentmindedness, with foul play, and he certainly does not entertain frivolities and annoying wherewithal. You are an exception, it appears. Exceptions… in my convent. You are a tool to be used, merely and utterly. So long as you do not get in his way, you will be tolerated.”

Hobbies

… “Recreational activities… in my free time? Look around. There is always work to be done. Beasts to be culled, and heretics to be executed. Bear these distinctions in mind, and do not ask me such foolish questions again.”

Troubles

… “The Abott and his Echo require a constant and steady stream of souls. I provide this entirely on my lonesome—my burden and my charge, of which I am happy to serve. If there is no one left to feed my God, I will offer you as a sacrifice. It isn’t personal, mind. You have proven an asset to me, so I will make your death as painless as possible.”

Favourite food

… “Mmm. I have not eaten in… I cannot recall. The Abott must eat first. However, the Riccioli Islands have native to its coasts an immaculate banquet of various seafoods. I’d cleave the horn of Imperator to consume an entire lobster, all to myself. Hmm. You have made me hungry.”

Disliked food

… “To be privileged enough to dislike a food item means you are privy to eating what you desire. I eat whatever is left over, and I do not complain about it.”

Ideals

… “For too long has humanity relied on the prestigious guidance of the Sentinels. Beings raised to the heights, yet so easily and unfathomably doomed by tugging only a few golden strings. I have no reason to believe any Laureate has been contacted by Imperator… and the Carnevale is nothing but an overblown masquerade charlatans use to sniff each other out and revel in each other’s misery. I will have no part in this charade. Whatever the Montellis revived should have been left for dead. Let sleeping dogs lie.”

Chat I

… “Night has fallen. Go to bed. I must begin my supplications.”

Chat II

… “Genuflect when The Winged One passes. If you do not get this right, I am well within my station to remind you. Every… single… time.”

Chat III

… “The eyes will find, and the chains will bind. Every moment you have spent here has been surveyed. Remember that.”

Birthday Wishes

… “Your birthday? I know. I know the dates of birth of everybody in the convent. I have prepared a feast in the banquet hall. Come when the sun falls. There will be much rejoicing.”

Self-introduction

… “I am Asaro, the First Disciple. Your arrival has been descried. You are a guest, but you are not exempt from the rules. Follow them closely, and I shall not have to violently enforce them. Welcome.”

Greeting

… “I am the shepherd. The wolf amongst sheep. The king amongst commoners. I will sniff out your enemies and slay them. Point them out now.”

Join Team I

… “You will toil no longer.”

Join Team II

… “Cower before me.”

Join Team III

… “Watch and shiver.”

INTIMACY I

Thoughts II

… “I had a hand in building this convent. Every residence, every parlour, every balcony… so that our believers may never know insecurity or hunger or restlessness, ever again. Should anyone hope to threaten this comfort, I will drag them into the maws of hell and twist them into something unrecognisable, something delicious… count yourself amongst the worthy, and you will never be made an example.”

About Carlotta

… “The Executor of House Montelli. That girl has a dangerous habit of sticking the barrel of her musket where it does not belong. The foundation the Montellis, Kodeias and Fisalias provided for Ragunna as a whole has been a farce. Politics are for the middleman, and thus, I will not waste my time on them. Remind Carlotta to keep her distance. I will burn every collector��s item in Averardo Vault in front of the Montelli Quarter if I must.”

About Cantarella

… “The Bane herself is a cunning mistress. Poison is an apt tactic, but to utilise its power is ultimately craven… the Fisalias divulge themselves amongst the shadows, and for this, they will never have my respect. Fight tooth and nail. That is the only true path to glory. Through bloodshed. Am I afraid of getting lost in her dreams? Don’t make me laugh. The Bane couldn’t touch me if she tried.”

INTIMACY II

Thoughts III

… “Every breath I took in that laboratory was painful. I could see it in front of me, like little ghosts trying to escape my lungs. Hooks in my flesh, snakes in my veins, and I was so… so hungry. Ravenous. Monstrously ravenous. They looked up at me while I was suspended from the ceiling like I was some rabid beast. I never want to feel that way ever again. I will annihilate anyone who makes me feel that way. Time has a way of healing wounds, but I can feel mine splitting open when I sleep. Never again… never again.”

About Raziel

(@uncreative-cryptid)

… “I bled out on the rocks down on that shoreline, just there. It is by Raziel’s grace and mercy that I live today. He is beautiful. Untouched by the flaws of mankind… petty passion, hedonism, unfettered and unperturbed. When he looks at me, I feel seen. As though he has reached into my mind and taken me into him, that we might be the same… one day. I work tirelessly that I might be in eternal service. I can never hope to repay this debt, and I find new ways to be useful and loyal each day. The angel must be fed, and I wield the knives and the fire. Let it be known.”

About Daniyal

(@unrealistic-ideas-for-writers)

… “The Doctor? Yes… yes. He has proven useful to me, and more importantly to the convent. Our uneasy alliance has some merit, and he is not altogether unpleasant to work with. I have tentatively… deduced that he was not involved in the slight against me, and have spared him my anguish, for the time being. His dedication to Lady Zahra is admirable, and one motivation I can say is sound enough for a lifetime pursuit. His alignment with the Fractsidus benefits me… a steady stream of delicious souls at my mercy. Succulent bindings of fear and sorrow make for tedious listening.”

INTIMACY III

Thoughts IV

… “A lot of the stonework and facades you see in Rinascita are the result of my family’s work. When Ragunna was settled, we had a hand in building the city… first, they were mere shelters, and then they were grand coliseums, galleries, canals. I can’t say I’m proud of it. After all, I thought of it as their work, and not something that could be shared by… by someone like me. I was to be the next heir, you know, though I doubt I’m fondly remembered. Anyway, there is work to be done. I must away.”

About Scar

… “Mmm. You have some nerve mentioning his name. He twisted me into this abomination, and has, luckily for him, gone into hiding. Hmm? He is currently incarcerated in Jinzhou? I may have to pay the Magistrate a visit, then.”

About Cordeiro Stark

… “Cordeiro… rest in eternal peace, my old friend.”

IDLES

IDLE I

… [Asaro’s right wrist is quickly shackled by a rusted chain that shoots out from the floor in front of him, followed by his left. The chains force him to the floor onto his left knee, where he begins to genuflect. Eye-like sigils float around his head, getting larger and more distorted over the course of a few seconds, before three feathers fall in front of him. As he finishes his supplications, the chains disappear and Asaro stands.]

IDLE II

… [A large black leather-bound tome floats in front of Asaro from a black podium stained red. The tome opens without any input and rapidly flicks through many pages. As Asaro discerns their contents, a luminous red glare beams onto his face, eyes glowing momentarily, before the book incinerates itself and the podium disappears.]

IDLE III

… [A blackish haze covers Asaro and he vanishes in a plume of smoke, leaving behind a semi-transparent afterimage. This afterimage “flickers” rapidly, performing various mudra in different positions at increasing intervals as eye-like sigils float in the air around him. After a certain amount of time, Asaro returns in a “basking” position, arms outstretched as the ground beneath him is marked with the four-pointed star, hued red.]

[magmagicstyle]

Eternal Hearts: Bound by Love

“Reject me,” Draco said while looking directly at the redhead in front of him.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally confused, the start of the fond feeling of knowing his mate and probably being able to talk to him to have an agreement soon disappearing from his mind.

“Reject me, Weasley” The blonde repeated while his face was void of expression, the cold wall that hid his feelings was as strong as ever. 

In which Draco is an omega resigned to being alone forever, unable to find his soulmate since nobody would like to be with a former death eater and Ron is a short-tempered alpha that is willing to go against all odds to be with his soulmate. After all, he would love them no matter what, right?

It all started with a letter. A bloody letter that would change his whole life forever. Draco’s hands were shaking while he looked at the letter at the innocent age of eleven, he had just received his Hogwarts letter and now he was getting this letter which was the certainty that his future and his father’s dreams were ruined.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. After all, it wasn’t like he chose to be this thing, he was born this way and there was no way that he could change it. Even if he wanted to. His mother would be thrilled, that was quite obvious. It was almost as if she knew before everything about his designation. After all, she always called him sweet nicknames and tried to teach him to act more delicate and almost like an angel that was walking on the earth. 

A few years ago he thought that it was dumb and that he wouldn’t need those kinds of lessons. Now, he was a bit grateful for it. To be honest, if Draco was going to be something, anything, he would be perfect. It wouldn’t matter if he was an alpha or omega, he was going to be perfect, ready to have a mate and satisfy them, in any form that was expected of him. That was something that he was always taught as a Malfoy. It doesn’t matter the thing you are, the career you chose, or the house you are into, what matters is that you make your best effort to be as perfect as possible. So, Draco was going to be perfect. 

That had been just a few months ago. His father wasn’t so mad about him being an omega, but he was quite worried. That was because he knew that the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t treat him kindly and it was possible that they would try to take advantage of him being an omega. Still, he wouldn’t dare to make Draco feel less for being an omega. After all, even if he seemed like a cold and bitter man while being outside, Lucius loved his son dearly and couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. This meant that the head of the Malfoy Family had to make a change in his attitude and start dealing with other people. At end of the day, he wouldn’t dare to keep working or being with people that could present a danger to his son, or people that would treat him like he was less of a human because of his secondary gender classification. He still found certain families annoying. Like the Weasleys.  But that wasn’t because of their love for muggles or anything like that. Not at all. His dislike came from the fact that even if Arthur Weasley had the chance of gaining more money and power with his knowledge about things that most wizards ignored, he didn’t use it. He shielded himself by calling his obsession a simple hobby and letting his family suffer in poverty. It didn’t matter that they acted like they didn’t care, he could see that their negligent actions were taking a toll on their children. The twins, for example, were incredibly smart (from what Draco had told him before) and they were hiding their talents because of the lack of money. One of their middle children -Percy?- was running to the arms of a stupid man hungry for power just because he felt like his family didn’t give him any way of growing… and the kid was totally right! 

Well, going back to what was important. This revelation of his own son also meant a big change in the way Lucius acted with Draco. It wasn’t totally bad, but he started to be more coddling, doing his best to show his son that even if he was an omega, he wasn’t less loved or less respected than him, that was an alpha. The thing that was a little bit awkward was that Lucius also started to treat Draco like he was more delicate and tried to make him wear more light colours -Draco and his mother drew the line as soon as Lucius suggested that the boy wear skirts or more colours like purple or blue, not that there wasn’t anything bad with that, but he didn’t like those colours, being used to a more monochromatic and dark scheme. Luckily, Lucius understood and without a doubt, he started to bring more delicate and a bit feminine clothes but maintained the colours that his son loved so much. The skirts were a pending discussion. 

Draco was just grateful that he would have another six years before getting the letter from his designated mate. After all, if his father was coddling now, he couldn’t imagine how he would act when Draco decided to fly away from the nest and live with his mate. Still, the blonde boy also hoped for the butterflies that would appear in his stomach as soon as he met his mate. It would be amazing, he would love every second of it.

[kage-567]

Sukugo fic recs [part 3]

Lay waste to all I thought I knew by Luluwoo

Gojo Satoru, the current wielder of the Six Eyes and the Limitless curse technique, had a secret. Born with a mark of unknown origin and meaning, Satoru's place in this world had, without his knowledge, long been decided by the Universe itself. When he comes face-to-face with the one who bears the same, exact mark, he is once more caught up in the crossfire between the fate of the world, and the fate of his heart. ********** Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses and the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in History. His reincarnation into the modern world should have spelled the beginning of his new reign of terror. Instead, it spells the beginning of the end for the life he had once known. A blue-eyed menace and a prophecy from a thousand years ago forces the King of Curses to make a decision : A life of endless bloodshed and the thrill of the kill, Or the chance to love Gojo Satoru.

4 Times Gojo ("Accidentally") Kisses Sukuna (To Shut Him Up) And The 1 Time Sukuna Wasn't Having It by YunaYamiMouto

Ever since he ingested the first of Sukuna's Fingers, the King of Curses had these special days when he was simply insufferable. And no matter what Yuuji or his friends did, more often than not, they couldn't get him to buzz off. The first time Gojo-sensei hears wind of this and gets involved, though, they learn that the Strongest Sorcerer has a simple trick to keep Sukuna in check on his annoying days.

Divine Beings by rainbow333

After the events of Shinjuku Showdown, Ryomen Sukuna is seperated and transformed into his original human body and taken prisoner by Satoru Gojo, who had miraculously survived what seemed like certain death. Expecting the usual torture methods of teeth and fingernail removal, Sukuna came to realise Gojo had something far more agonizing in mind. Being forced to adjust to this dreadful modern world and help him search for something that could change Jujutsu Society for good.

What The Heart Wants by Asahel

If anything life had taught him, it was to be patient and Sukuna can be as patient as he needs to be. And waiting for the opportunity to arise…he'll have the Six Eyes for himself. He always gets what he wants in the end.

The Only Path that Matters, is the One that leads Me to You by Luluwoo

Sukuna fears nothing. As the King of Curses, a God among the mortals, he is at the top of the food chain and lives accordingly : When he is hungry, he eats. When he is tired, he rests. When he wants to kill, he slaughters. The world bows to him and no force exists that could challenge his might. Though, with the position of power he holds, there are few things that are able to offer him sufficient entertainment. Let alone anything that captures his attention for more than moments at a time. At least, that is the case until he decides to venture down the road less travelled and meets a beautiful stranger. One with eyes made of gemstones, and a voice made of memories. Bewitching. New. Interesting. A treasure.

How long is Forever? by Luluwoo

Being sealed in the Prison Realm was, unfortunately, nothing new for Gojo Satoru. What was new, however, was being sealed in the Prison Realm with someone else. Someone who he had never envisioned spending any amount of time with. Outside of the time it would take to fight them to the death, of course. But, when trapped in a world that no longer made sense and experiencing feelings he thought he'd buried long ago, his cellmate might end up being the only thing that keeps Gojo from going insane.

I Live More in Your arms by Luluwoo

"To find the way back home, you must first find each other." ••••••••• When what should have been a simple mission goes awry, the balance of the world shifts, Infinity breaks apart, and Gojo and Sukuna are magically transported to an alternate universe. A place lost in time, controlled by a Deity that is more familiar, and dangerous, than they could ever imagine. While trapped in this strange world with unknown rules and laws, tensions rise as the pair are forced into situations that end up bonding them in the most unexpected of ways. Love and Hate are two sides of the same coin and that fact has never been more true than with these two. Their fates are tied together now. For better or for worse. This is something they will both come to realise…but at what cost?

I (We) Alone, the Honored One(s) by kat_4

The story I've always wanted to tell.

Obsession by EvolvingCatFish

When Gojo jolted awake, the memories of the airport had long been erased from his mind. What was left in its place was a splitting migraine and enough pain that could last a normal person a lifetime. But Gojo wasn’t normal. Or alive. He was supposed to be dead. (continuation of jjk ch 236)

|Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3|

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the 🍂Over The Garden Wall AU, over half of the vote went to The Beast Platonic Yans! Now, for the Beast Platonic Yans, we have a few characters who fit the beastly, feral, and/or fluffy side of this character type. But first things first: What is The Beast from Over The Garden Wall?

The Beast was a being that haunted the Unknown, making lost souls into edelwood trees, following after the protagonists, and has a lantern known as the Dark Lantern that it needs to stay lit at all times, doing so by being fed edelwood oil. The Beast seems to represent a few things, ranging from a demon to an allegory of passive suicide to Death itself... it is something shrouded in shadow, hardly seen or heard, and to survive it is a miracle.

For my AU, the Beast Platonic Yans are something like a spirit/lord/deity over Winter, cold, and hunger... they are hungry beings, who for this, are not entirely made up of edelwood, but are a mix of man, edelwood, and animal, making them a haunting image. They can shift between their more monstrous form, or their more human form, but their eyes, if caught in moonlight, will glow with the ghostly shades of blue and white and yellow and red, in a hypnotic display that those who survive consider impossible to look away from...

Now, what about the characters who can fall into this category? Some of the characters who qualify (or fit better) for this are Logan/Wolverine, Victor/Sabretooth, and possibly Hank/Beast... they all have more animalistic qualities, strength, and some form of wit/cunning... Hank/Beast could also fit the Witch, due to how he is a scientist, and that could easily become something like alchemy or healing for this AU... Logan/Wolverine and Victor/Sabretooth could also fall into Woodsman as well, being a keeper of a lantern and bearing a great burden...

For the type of bby they'd have, imagine someone who is a mix of Wirt and Greg, someone who is old enough to understand the danger and looming threats around them, but enough childish wonder and faith in good that they hope for the best... someone who balances between joy and despair, teetering on the edge of life and death, who somehow... survives, the Unknown. Nothing thrown at them stops them, no betrayal or pain or fatigue keeps them down, and the easy way out and comfort are ignored or passed by in favor of finding a way home... it intrigues the Beast Platonic Yans...

Someone that persistent survived their woods? Defies death and sorrow? Embraces the cold and turns from warmth, all to find even a shred of a clue to a way home? It is... perplexing. Annoying at first, but... imagine having that sort of person as their next edelwood. The oil from their tree would certainly burn the brightest... so they keep enticing the reader, trying to worm into them sadness and terror and despair... but still, nothing works... and after so long being invested in this little mortal, they reach a conclusion... they don't want them dead...

If anything, they now want to preserve that tiny spark of life in them... easier said than done. They know humans tend to die easily, and any enemies of theirs would gladly kill their bby just to satisfy a grudge... or a cult or witch would sacrifice their bby, in hopes of appeasing them or some other entity of the Unknown... or their bby actually makes it home, and out of their grasp... But... there is always a way to keep their bby near them, reliant on them... their bby could simply become one of them. Another Beast, albeit a sapling, a pup/cub, who would have to be kept close to them, where they can make sure their soul stays in their lantern and stays lit (they wouldn't dare risk their bby having their own lantern and trying to starve themself)... It would take the help of their Witch friends and allies, but, it would all be worth it...

How could they let their smallest bit of light go? The woods are cold and dark and deep, and having someone so soft, so warm,, so sweet, as a friend/child... it doesn't seem bad to them in the least. They would have to make sure their bby would get enough nutrients during the process, possibly using some roots (possibly theirs) to feed their bby's body while they rest during the transformation period. And it will be okay, in their opinion... they won't let anyone hurt their bby, and once their bby wakes up... they have a new life to share with them, now that they've ended their old one... they will be careful, caring... their bby will need their help, after all, after the transformation is complete...

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

Opening with Nikola immediately, I see. Why do this? Oh god.

"Needs to be near us." Breekon and Hope need the coffin near? That's interesting. Also worrying that the coffin is there at all.

Nikola makes me uncomfortable. I kinda love them... They've said "Can I call you Elias?" twice now. I'm not convinced they entirely know what's going on.

Did Jon just try to say "Fuck you?" I'm smiling way too much from this episode already.

Oh god, are they gonna- oh god, they are gonna skin him.

"Can I call you Elias?" Number three.

"Do you have a preferred brand of lotion." Oh my god. This should not be making me laugh so much.

Wait, is this the episode? It is! This where the animatic came from that got me into the show to begin with! Yes!

This one!

Jon, why do you sound more annoyed then you do afraid of this man saying he's gonna kill you? I guess when so many people are saying the exact same threat, it stops being scary after a while.

Okay, Michael or I suppose the Spiral is lies and deception. He has nothing to do with the Unknowing but he wants it to fail. Jon, fuck why he's here, ask what the Unknowing is. He doesn't want the Circus or the Archive to win?

Okay, I think I get it.

Theory before it's all said: Michael was Gertrude's assistant, he some how got taken by the Spiral, and the part of him that is still Michael resents the Archive he what happened to him. The Spiral doesn't want to be Michael anymore because it has made it's nature complicated but I suspect it can't get rid of him, for whatever reason. Okay, starting the video again.

Sure, Michael, give up a statement. I'm sure this will be very coherent and not at all filled with me going "WTF?!" constantly.

Michael Shelly... Oh, Michael here implying Gertrude is deceptive, that's interesting... what? She FEED him to the Spiral? Oh... Michael really cared about Gertrude and she used him for this.

"Is a thing evil when it simply obeys it's own nature?" That is an interesting question. A polar bear isn't evil just because it willing to hunt humans, it's just hungry. And near as I can tell, the Spiral and all these other entities, they also are just hungry in their own ways. So, maybe they aren't evil. Though that certainly doesn't make them good.

"He believed everything she told him..." Alright, me and Gertrude aren't friends anymore. But what is the Becoming, exactly?

"Okay." Jon is just giving up? I mean, I know he lives because there's like 200 episodes but...

What do you mean "It's loc-

Uh... is Michael dead? Oh, hi Helen... Yeah, I guess Michael is dead? If it could kill Michael whenever it wanted, why didn't it before? Or did it need someone to replace him? Which I guess it what Helen is for?

You're options are the door or being skinned, my guy. Make good choices.

Wait, is the Spiral cool? It's just... taking Jon home? That's pretty chill of it, given the Archive's history with it but alright.

Okay, hold up. It's entirely possibly I'm reading this all wrong but were these entities at some point just kinda vibing and Gertrude decided they all needed to be destroyed? Because that's what it sounds like to me. Like, I don't know what the Becoming is yet but it sounds like the Spiral was attempting to transition from being a thing that could never be into something that was and perhaps could even be defined. At it's very core, it sounds like these things simply wish to exist but they're so volatile that it's difficult to do so. Gertrude even wanted to destroy the Archive, the focal point of the Eye. Even though, as far as I can tell, it's only interest is to collect knowledge.

So did she just decide to go rogue and destroy all these monsters and that's why they're mobilizing like they are?

[valentinehorrors]

You're mine, All mine

(TW, some description of g0re, Mikey POV) (Title from the song Rule #34 by Fish in a birdcage, highly recommend a listen, very Unmasked Mikey coded)

If one asked Mikey what he thought of the woods before, he would've said he was indifferent. Truly, he had no true emotion towards one end nor the other.

Thing was, he never had to think about how to feed before. He would never show it, not that he could, but he was a tad bit stressed. It didn't help that a certain demon decided to chime in much more than usual, thankfully he was practiced in the art of tuning her out so it never interrupted his mask.

The mutant knew why she was being much more annoying, she thought she was going to "win." That this would be the moment when he would break his carefully crafted composed mask. That he would hit a brand new low he was not prepared for.

She jinxed her victory.

Mikey was initially worried, thinking that he would have to cross his fingers, see how well deer or bear faired in comparison to human, and then figure things out from there. He was so in his head calculating, coming up with contingency after contingency, he failed to notice a certain dog following him until they were deep in the woods.

Mikey felt a certain kind of way about the confidence that Casey had gained around him. He could still smell traces of fear, it never left, intoxicating and sweet, he could even taste it when they kissed. Despite it, Casey loved to poke, prod, and shove.

Not push, shove.

If he truly detested it, he knew how to get Casey to stop, after all he had been able to thoroughly drill into the human's skull that his mask was not to be messed with. The simple truth was, he didn't really mind. Having someone to push back against, to argue, it was a new feeling but not an unwelcome one.

Although, he did not expect what Casey had offered to do for him. It was dangerous, unlike the mutant, Casey could be investigated, if he was caught or spotted he could be blamed for all the "disappearances." On top of that, Casey being nearby while Mikey was hungry was beyond playing with fire, more like dancing on a small rock in the middle of a magma lake. Casey's smell was divine, and biting his own tongue didn't work anymore when it came to stifling his cravings. Truthfully, he had to stop when he realized he had nearly bitten it off. He didn't want to repeat the humiliation of reaching out to Annabeth and asking her to heal it. She was annoying enough as is.

Oh and he was no fool, usually he'd punish Casey in some way for lying to him. But he'd let this slide, especially considering that he knew the psychological repercussions this would have on the human.

That alone was almost as delectable as the food oh so graciously provided by his precious pup.

Mikey never thought that he'd find himself thinking this, but he truly loves this little pet of his. Love. Such an accurately strong word to describe such an intense emotion.

He elected to ignore the childish giggling of the demon resting in his head.

"I'm older than your oldest mortal."

The mutant took a deep breath, focusing on his current surroundings. The cool night wind, brushing his scales as it danced past, he could feel as it dried the water still clinging to him, the very same water used to wash away his sins... Well, he and Casey's sins. Mikey couldn't resist the smile that crawled onto his face, pulling his lips over his sleeping predator's teeth. Said human was asleep below at the bottom of the tree that he was currently sat atop of.

He could hear the soft beating of his favorite toy's heart, the soft sound of blood flowing through his lithe body. Mikey couldn't help himself, the human was just so easy to break. How could he not fantasize? He found himself biting his lip as he salivated, picturing that beating heart quickening, that pale skin being torn into, blood pooling at his claws and beckoning him to indulge. The tears that would fall from Casey's eyes from the pain, but he wouldn't frown, he'd smile. As blood would color those pretty lips, more gorgeous than any lipstick one could ever buy.

A priceless sight.

Mikey sighed once again, freeing himself from the blissful fantasy. He didn't even need to bite his tongue, perfectly in control. Once again, he elects to ignore her laughing.

The mutant looked up at the sky, seeing the gorgeous glow of the full moon, the soft twinkling stars, much brighter than anything he would've ever seen in the city...

Maybe it's not so bad. Besides, if Casey continues to help him the way he is, while being careful, then his time in the woods won't be so bad after all.

Unfortunately, according to said glowing celestial body above, it was time to go. He slowly lowered down to the floor, careful as to not wake his sleeping pup. With the help of some shadows, he lifted up Casey with an equal amount of carefulness. He held his human close, shadows circling and cradling him, the sight of his nearly broken pup cuddling closer to his cold self almost made him feel something in his vacant chest...

Who was he kidding. He did feel something about Casey. And it was intense, violent, and assaulted his senses. if he didn't have impeccable control, he would be in trouble, he would've even been worried.

How fortunate, that if there's something that Michelangelo is good at, it's adapting.

He couldn't wait to corrupt this plaything of his even further, to push him past the line of no turning back.

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

One Foot in the Grave

You are the one and only human janitor at the Mega PizzaPlex. Those bots can clean the floors good, but they can't reach every corner or every shelf. Not to mention how some parents have started to complain that the mostly faceless bots scare their children.

It's not like this place pays well or the work is any fun but who are you to turn down a job when you really need the money? Not too much is expected of you, and you really don't have any other co-workers so this job seems like it would be easy enough. One thing that you know will bother you are those damn robots. Giant nearly 8ft glamrock robots isn't company you really wish to have.

Glamrock Freddy/ Reader, Montgonery Gator/Reader, Disabled reader.

Work count: 1,584

Warning: None

There was a rhythm to your work, a sense of timing and flow that you have gotten down very well. A secret beat to the day that you follow vigorously. It works perfectly for you, and you aren't keen on breaking it or having others try to interrupt you as you go about your day. Even now as you head to the newest mess you move with stiff purpose and strong determination to just get it done. Keeping to the walls as you walk by the loud busy crowd of excited, screaming children with their parents. Atop your head you wore chunky black headphone, listening to whatever music that you liked and drowned out the sounds around you. You wheeled your cart of cleaning supplies with one arm, your other busy with a forearm crutch to keep you up right. It was a learning curve to use the one as this job was rather demanding and your bosses aren't exactly the most caring of people.

But you make do.

You headed to one of the few private party rooms. Only getting a quick rundown of the mess as you popped open the door, using your cart to keep it open before you pushed out the cleaning bots that were in there. Sure, they got the floor clean but as you looked around the room you saw that they missed the chairs and a good bit table. Ruined strawberry cake, cupcakes and vanilla ice-cream scattered almost to the ceiling. When kids get upset there is no place that won't be hit by their mess.

With a deep breath you turned up your music and got to work.

What annoyed you the most was how the bots had folded the still messy chairs. So, you had to wrestle those chairs back open and then clean them and get all the food gunk out of their joints and crevasses. Whatever this cake was made out of it took some real elbow grease to get it out. Hell, there was so much of it that you had to pause to get more clean water to use. Your handy-dandy spray bottle almost ran out! All you could do was mumble as you dumped the dirty water and refilled. Not at all paying attention to the world around you.

After this mess is your break time and you had packed yourself a pretty good lunch and you don't plan on missing that. Not only will you be hungry, but it will throw off your rhythm. So, keep your head down and keep working and everything will be done in time.

Should you count yourself lucky that cleaning those chairs allowed you to sit? Probably not. Those chairs were hard and after a few minutes they made your butt hurt. But at least they were clean; Now folded and put away as you turned your focus to the table. With large rubber gloves and a trash bag you started to throw away the larger chunks of food. Getting into the beat of the motions and music. Almost lost in the action before a large orange hand gently tapped your shoulder. Almost shyly getting your attention. You stopped your efforts to clean, sighing as you pulled your headphone down. About to ask what they wanted as you looked up.

And up,

And up.

Meeting the towering figure of the one and only Freddy Fazbear had you jump back, almost scrambling to get away. Your legs nearly giving out from under you as you just about pressed yourself against the wall as you watched the bear take a surprised step back. A look of soft guilt on his robotic features. He was almost lowering himself to match your height as you two just stared at each other. His ears tilted downward. With how fast you moved there was now a whole table between the two of you, yet he still took a few steps back, the mere act causing loud thumbs of his metal feet. Each movement he seemed to flinch at, like he was afraid to scare you again. That had the smallest part of you feel guilty about how suddenly you were frightened but you can't help it as you stare at the bear wide eyed as he offers you a lopsided but kind smile. "The family wanted to know if there was anything to save." He started, his voice was kind and soft even with that gravel it seemed to have. He spoke like a kind father, but it did nothing to soothe you.

You shook your head no, there was nothing to save. Not waiting him to finish his sentence. "I-I know. But the parents were rather insistent." You've seen how pushy some parents can be. You know how Freddy, even Chica gave in to their demands in an effort to keep the peace.

You've seen Roxy get into a verbal fight with a pair of mothers, you know the daytime attendant stands their ground no matter what, and you've heard rumors about Monty. Nothing that you want to conform.

No parent talks to you.

You're just part of the cleaning crew.

The crew that was just you.

Freddy sighed but gave an apology, "I did not mean to frighten you." He sounded sincere as he stood up straight. Giving a small wave as he stepped out of the room. Carefully to move around your cart. For a big huck of metal he knew how to move carefully. It was scary. Once he was a few steps out you saw how a few children flocked to him. One even jumped into his arms. His movements of catching and lifting the child were effortless and smooth as he beamed brightly and joyfully greeted each child by name. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, sliding down the wall as your legs shook. They shook too much to hold you up for much longer.

Guess you'll just have to have your lunch here. You laid your crutch next to you. Sure, you don't have your lunch with you, but it wasn't a problem. Using your Fazwatch (something that all employees carried) you sent a mini message out to a friend to bring you your lunch.

Only needing to wait a few short minutes before you heard that telltale sound of their little beeps. You know those robotic floor signs? Well, a while ago you found one that was sent to be replaced and repurposed. You kind...of...stole them and fixed them up at home. They little things are too cute to be destroyed! You just had to fix them!

The little floor sign rolled over to you, a lunch pail on their head as they found you sitting on the floor. Spotting you the little thing spun around in what you hoped was joy as you took your lunch. With a pat you thanked them and just got to eating. You don't want to say that Freddy ruined your rhythm of the day. He didn't really do anything wrong. So long as this lunch goes without another interruption everything will still go smoothly for you and that was all you need right now. So, there you stayed for a few minutes. Chunky headphones back on as you kept an eye on the time as your little floor sign stood at the door. When anyone got to close you could hear it beep loudly, almost like the bark of a little dog as it kept people away from your work area.

If you weren't mistaken, you could have sworn you even heard them chase someone away. I swear, they were like that before you fixed them up!

You leaned back against the wall, tossing your trash away. Sighing as you looked around the still messy room. Guess you'll just have you double down and work double time! This room needs to be cleaned before the next scheduled party! So, with a breath you pulled yourself up and with a new playlist you just right to work. It took some great struggle to the splatters on the ceiling, but you managed! Pulling out a clean table cover and decorations from your cart you set the room up as if it was as good as new. A few sprits of air freshener and Boom! All clean!

A wore out smile as you pulled your cart out of the doorway and let the door close. Your little bot rolling circles around you as you headed to one of your closets to bump the dirty and used supplies to grab some new ones. Walking but the rooms of the Animatronics.

Allowing yourself only moments to glance into them.

You see Chica dancing with the children she was with, some of them play dress up and eating so much pizza. It was like a large slumber party in there.

Roxy had a loud movie playing as she playfully chasing some kids around as others jumped on the couch and had their hair braided or made to look similar to her hair.

Monty was closed again and even with your headphone you could hear the wreck he was making the room.

Freddy's room was the post packed. It was impossible to figure out what was going on but seemed to be manageable. But you didn't stick around to try and see what was going on.

You just headed right for your closest and swapped things out.

Turning your music up on your journey.

[pie-de-lune]

Vampire OC's :) I'm going to make three seperate posts about them because I have a lot to say about them

Starting with Jules!

Some little lore snippets for you guys! I envision this as a sort of metaphorical side of vampirism, rather than fantastical, so some of the traditional vampire aspects are not included in these characters.

Jules is really extroverted and optimistic, almost to a irritating degree. He likes to tease and poke fun at people, but he doesn't really seem to know (Or care about) when people are getting annoyed and gets into trouble about it sometimes. He likes to go with his own chaotic flow and doesn't really listen to people's advice.

He isn't a really powerful or aggressive vampire by any means. He prefers to eat or drink from humans because he loves animals too much and could not bear to drink from them.

His turning was a brutal and terrifying experience for him. Although he tries to deal with it in a optimistic and hopeful manner, a certain melancholy will take over him sometimes. This is also one of the reasons why Jules doesn't turn humans into vampires.

Some little fun things about him!

I want to make him have a pet rat. I'm not decided on the name though, but I want him to have a really fancy name like Charles Vanderbilt V

Jules is ace! (Both asexual and aromantic). I also think he would wear both feminine and masculine clothing just fine, but he prefers masc.

He is very polite about drinking people's blood and tries to explain the whole situation very calmly before suggesting the topic. He keeps himself very well fed. Even if he gets very hungry, he doesn't really lose his composure nor does he attempts to force feed. He is just really chill about it all.

He only has a top set of fangs.

Jules does not have eyebrows :) Ignore the drawing of him drinking I fucked this rule up

[gizmo4metwo]

When the Forest Was Free

By Gizmo

Many centuries ago, when forests were truly wild and the human population was small, the animals of the woods could roam freely, without fear of being hunted for food.

An old stag was on his daily search for sweet, mouth-watering grass, something he had done for many years, when a fox suddenly appeared. The stag stopped in his tracks and stared at the fox, who stood just as still, waiting. For a moment, neither spoke. Then the stag looked down and asked, “Have you seen any grass around here? I’m looking for a good patch to eat.”

The fox looked up. “Sure,” she said, “just a few more steps and you’ll find all you can eat.”

Then the fox darted off, found what she had been looking for, and returned to her burrow, where a nest of hungry pups waited. She curled up beside them, ready to tell her story, but the pups were too busy wriggling for food, so the tale would have to wait.

The old stag followed her directions and was in luck: he found a beautiful clearing full of his favorite grass.

Up above, an owl had just returned to his tree after a long night of hunting. He was jolted awake when the stag brushed his antlers against the branch the owl was sleeping on. With a flap of his wings, the owl scolded him.

“Be more careful next time!” he hooted.

But the stag didn’t respond, he was already happily chewing.

Not far off, a black bear was grumbling his way through the trees, still annoyed about being woken from hibernation too early. A silly raccoon, crossing the same path, got a snarl and a swat for his trouble, and quickly ran off to save himself.

Nearby, a beaver family worked busily at their dam, maintaining the water flow that kept the forest green and thriving.

And though none of them knew it, they were part of something ancient, Nottingham, a forest still untouched by time, where every creature had its place, and the world was still free.

[teasugarsalt]

Dungeon Dragon: The Ungooglable RPG A game by Tea Rosenberg With apologies to Grant Howitt (someone probably beat me to this but it’s ungooglable, so…)

It’s The High Fantasy Middle Ages. You are going to delve into a dungeon for a truly epic treasure. The only thing - you can’t let the Only Humanoid Member of Your Party know you are SECRETLY A DRAGON.

Character Creation: roll 3d6 to determine your dragon descriptor/skill, your cover story, and your adventurer class.

Dragon Descriptor: 1. Fiery (Burninate) 2. Resplendent (Dazzle) 3. Ancient (Remember Lore) 4. Greedy (Hoard) 5. Hungry (Devour) 6. Bored (Cause Excitement)

Cover Story: 1. From humble peasant beginnings, full of rustic vigor, knows naught of these high-born customs 2. Secretive due to a dark and tragic past 3. Considered quite ordinary in the distant and secluded foreign land from which you hail 4. Madness runs in your family 5. Too wealthy and important for these trivial concerns 6. Just denying everything, no explanation given

Class: 1. Fighter 2. Thief 3. Mage 4. Cleric 5. Ranger 6. Bard

Bonus Color Table: in case you want to roll for the color of your glittering scales 1. Red 2. Orange 3. Yellow 4. Green 5. Blue 6. Purple 7. Black 8. White 9. Brown or Copper 10. Gold 11. Silver 12. Bronze

Stats

You have two stats, Dragon and Dungeon. You start with three points in each.

Dragon: Soaring, biting, clawing, terrifying the peasantry, wicked cunning, unleashing magics, breath weapons, impenetrable hide, changing forms, and everything a dragon naturally does.

Dungeon: Everything else.

Actions: When you act, and the outcome is in doubt, roll a D6. If it’s equal to or under the relevant stat, you succeed. If it’s over the stat, you fail. If you’re using your dragon special-skill or doing something related to your class, roll 2 D6 and pick the lowest. (This is almost word for word from Grant Howitt)

Changing States:

Splendor: When you succeed in your encounters without difficulty, change one point from Dungeon to Dragon Mortality: When you suffer setbacks or defeat, change one point from Dragon into Dungeon

You can voluntarily change a point from Dragon to Dungeon by playing a scene where you sit around the campfire with the Only Humanoid Member of Your Party, having a heart-to-heart conversation.

You can voluntarily change a point from Dungeon to Dragon by eating the last thing you killed.

If your Dragon stat ever reaches 6, you reveal your true nature in front of the Only Humanoid Member of Your Party, and they freak out and run away with the only copy of the map.

If you Dungeon stat ever reaches 6, you forget your draconic nature and ambitions and settle down to live among the humanoids, opening a tavern catering to adventurers.

Setup and Scenario

The Only Humanoid Member of Your Party 1. A plucky and tricky halfling 2. A paranoid purple eyed drow 3. A stoic and cynical dwarf 4. An elf with a superiority complex 5. A simple and naive human barbarian 6. Secretly a vampire (roll again for their cover)

The Dungeon is a

Crumbling and long abandoned

Trap-filled

Cursed

Wondrously magical

Crowded

Meticulously organized

Mausoleum

Wizard’s tower

Cavern

Castle

Gauntlet for champions

Eldritch colony

The treasure is:

A token that gives you bragging rights

GOLD! GEMS! RICHES!

A one of a kind magical artifact

One wish granted

A comfortably furnished and highly defensible lair and an unlimited supply of meat

A super-weapon

But little do the dragons know:

The Only Humanoid in the Party is planning to betray them to the owner of the dungeon!

There’s a rival adventuring party that will do anything to get to the treasure first!

The final boss is load bearing!

There’s a mob with pitchforks closing in on their location!

The treasure unleashes an unspeakable inconvenience!

The party is going to be pressured into doing something selfless!

Monsters (roll twice) 1. Hordes of the undead 2. Goblins, kobolds, orcs, gnolls, and other annoying little humanoids 3. Infernals 4. Aberrations, monstrosities, and oozes (beholders, cloakers, displacer beasts, hook horrors, owlbears, slimes, jellies, gelatinous cubes) 5. Constructs 6. A bigger older meaner dragon