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I never expect these guys.
#Monty Python's Flying Circus#The Spanish Inquisition Sketch#Cardinal Ximenez#Michael Palin#Cardinal Biggles#Terry Jones#Cardinal Fang#Terry Gilliam#mill worker#Graham Chapman#woman#Carol Cleveland
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He has not shadow because he was born in the darkness!
We have no god because he dares not anger him!
He has put the fear of death in death himself and beat him over his lap like a stinky baby!
He is end of beginnings! The beginning of the end!
He is!
Cardinal Fang!
Cardinal Fang!
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Fangs
So my latest theory is that this cherubic bastard is actually a vampire. He's got fangs. He doesn't age. And the reason he wears the masks and gloves is to keep out of the sunlight. Also his ears are pointy like a wittle elf bat.
In closing. Please sir, bite me.
#tobias forge#ghost#the band ghost#papa emeritus iv#copia#cardinal copia#terzo emeritus#secondo emeritus#primo#LOOK AT THE FANGS#HE'S GOT FUCKING FANGS#AND ITS ADORABLE
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What's your favourite Dracopia fic, darlings?
I'm in the mood for fangs.
(Or indeed any Vampire Papa fics @writingjourney has given me a hankering...)
#please recommend me some dracopia#or any vampire papas#i just want fangs#gimme gothic romance#ghost bc#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfic#ghost band#ghost#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#ghost the band#dracopia
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TREXEL : The Dark Rider
The Shadow Ministe
Undersecretary for Death
The Nine Night Knight
The Spoken On
TREXEL : Cleaning the Streets of Dirt. Do not defy Cardinal Fang.
IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : He ministers to your very soul. He ministers to your dreams. He takes your dreams. He turns them dream-like into further dreams then puts them back into your head, and you’re like, “Are they my dreams?” Cardinal Fang!
IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Cardinal Fang! Lord of Hypnos! Cardinal Fang... Lord of All. Foam Trumpet.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : The Unexpected Noise. Under your mattress! You hear a creaking. You think it’s just the wind rustling at the eaves of your old country shack. You open a cabinet to get a glass of water out that you put in there earlier. Who do you see?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
DAVID : Okay, I have to ask, what is Cardinal Fang’s actual job?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Keeper of Records. Knower of All.
DAVID : Okay.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
DAVID : For Stellar Firma, or...?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Gatekeeper to the Maintenance Closet of Life.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
DAVID : Right, so whose maintenance closet is this?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Upkeep Minister of the Third Trimester.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
DAVID : O—kay. So, he’s some kind of obstetrician?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Beyond Gynaecology.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang—
DAVID : —Okay. So, he’s got a medical degree.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Long-term Academic. Ph.D. in Everything.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal (elongated and digitised)Fang!
DAVID : Right. Um, well, the one thing they absolutely want to have on this planet is a comfy chair.
TREXEL : Well, you know, everybody likes comfort.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Relaxer of Their Legs.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Everybody needs a nice sit down.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : Administrator to My Neurons! Justica!
DAVID : Oh, so that’s just—
TREXEL : Templar! Avatar. Guiding Star. Temple Bar.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : You know what you’re getting.
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
TREXEL : But is that what they want you to think?
TREXEL and IMOGEN[Beep] : Cardinal Fang!
#stellar firma#stellar firma quotes#s01e17#cardinals and comfy chairs#cardinal fang. if you even care
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A low effort shit post about Adam Taurus by me enjoy:
Adam walks into a room.
(Illia)
There! Right There!
Look at that tan, that tinted skin
Look at the killer shape he's in
Look at that slightly stubly chin
Oh Please he's gay, totally gay
(Cardin)
I'm not about to celebrate
Every trait could indicate the totally straight expotriate.
This guy's not gay, I say not gay
(All)
That is the elephant in the room
Well, is it relevant to assume
that a man who wears perfume
is automatically matically fay?
(Ren)
But look at his coiffed and crispy locks
(Illia)
Look at his silk translucent socks
(Cardin)
There's the eternal paradox
Look what we're seeing
(Illia)
What are we seeing?
(Cardin)
Is he gay?
(Illia)
Of course he's gay
(Cardin)
Or Atlesian?(Adam is canonical born and raised in the Kindom of Atlas)
(All)
ohhhhhh
Gay or Atlesian?
It's hard to guarantee
Is he gay or Atlesian?
(Jaune)
Well, hey don't look at me
(Coco)
You see they bring their boys up different
in those charming foreign ports
They play peculiar sports
(All)
In shiny shirts and tiny shorts
Gay or foreign fella?
The answer could take weeks
They will say things like "ciao bella"
while they kiss you on both cheeks
(Glynda)
Oh please
(All)
Gay or Atlesian?
So many shades of gray
(Jaune)
Depending on the time of day
In Mentle go either way
(All)
Is he gay or Atlesian?
or-
(Winter)
There! Right There!
Look at that condescending smirk
Seen it on every guy at work
That is a metro-hetro jerk
That guy's not gay, I say no way
(All)
That is the elephant in the room
Well is it relevant to presume
that a hottie in that costume
(Glynda)
Is automatically, radically
(Ironwood)
Ironically, cronically
(Coco)
Scurtinly, curtainly
(Jaune)
Genetically, netically
(All)
Gay!
Officially Gay!
Officially Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay!
Dammit
Gay or Atlesian?
(Cardin)
So stylish and relaxed
(All)
Is he gay or Atlesian?
(Cardin)
I think his chest is waxed
(Coco)
But they bring their boys up different there
It's culturally diverse
It's not a fashion curse
(All)
If he wears a kilt or bears a purse
Gay or just exotic?
I still can't crack the code
(Qrow)
Yet his accent is hypnotic
but his shoes are pointy toed
(All)
Huh
Gay or Atlesian?
So many shades of gray
(Weiss)
But if he turns out straight
I'm free at 8 on saturday
(All)
Is he gay or Atlesian?
Gay or Atlesian?
Gay or Atle-
(Clover)
Wait a minute!
Give me a chance to crack this guy
I have an idea I'd like to try
(Cardin)
The floor is yours
(Clover)
So Mr. Taurus...
This alleged affair with Ms. Belladona
has been going on for...?
(Adam)
2 years
(Clover)
And your first name again is...?
(Adam)
Adam
(Clover)
And your boyfriend's name is...?
(Adam)
Banesaw
I'm sorry! I misunderstand
You say boyfriend
I thought you say best friend
Banesaw is my best friend
(Banesaw)
You bastard!
You lying bastard!
That's it
I no cover for you, no more!
Peoples
I have a big announcement
This man is gay and Atlesian!
And neither is disgrace
you've got to stop your being
a completely closet case
No matter what he say
I sware he never ever ever swing the other way
You are so gay
You big parfait!
You flaming boy in cabaret
(Adam)
I'm straight!
(Banesaw)
You were not yesterday
So if I may, I'm proud to say
He's gay!
(All)
And Atlassian!
(Banesaw)
He's gay!
(All)
And Atlassian!
(Banesaw)
He's gay!
(All)
And Atlassian and Gay!
(Adam)
Fine okay I'm gay!
(All)
Hooray!
(Banesaw and Adam)
Fine. Okay. We're gay!
#rwby#adam taurus#cardin winchester#coco adel#illia amitola#white fang#weiss schnee#winter schnee#james ironwood#rwby ironwood#rwby adam#jaune arc
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Original Story Masterlist
This is a comprehensive, ever-updating list of my current WIPs! Every WIP that has a solid enough concept/outline, that I could theoretically start writing immediately, goes here. WIPs that have only vague ideas will instead be found at my Casual Story Masterlist. These are organized by their priority levels as of the making of the post, but may not remain that way as I add new stories + shift my content priorities around! The highest priority WIP will remain above the cut, but the rest will always be beneath it!
If you're looking for the short stories that I have already written about the stories/characters listed here, you should try my [Short Story Masterlist link goes here].
The Divinations Trilogy (Book 1: Entrails of the Animals)
Kirsen is a young elf who doesn't really know how to function if she doesn't have a job- a purpose, to keep her busy. When she stumbles upon the Ironwatch, and an ages-old prophecy about ending the world with a magic as rare as it is powerful, it really does seem like she's found just that. But life in Usoara will never be quite so simple and there are life-shattering revelations just waiting to claw their way to freedom. If Kirsen isn't careful, attempting to save the world as she knows it may end up costing more than she is capable of giving.
POV: Kirsen, Lucida(Book 1)/ Jashe, Nova(Book 2)/ Isaac, Demi(Book 3)
Type: Trilogy
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: High Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: entrails of the animals"
Playlist: Entrails of the Animals Vibes
Shared Stories: Bound
Intended Medium: Written Novels
Priority Lvl: HIGHEST
Sideshow
All Fiona has ever wanted to do is blend into humanity as seamlessly as possible. There are hundreds of ways to learn about the many other humanoid species in their world- but humans were the first. They were the only ones, once upon a time, and no one has ever bothered to write something explaining the culture and ways of them. So, it looks like Fiona's going to have to do that one herself, if she wants to figure out just what it means to be human. A.K.A. The four most traumatized young adults you've ever seen end up teaching each other how to actually acknowledge their mental health and take care of themselves- with a few hang-ups along the way.
POV: Fiona (Main), Bronwyn, Sian, Danae (Arc Dependent)
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Romance
Blog Tag: “os: sideshow”
Playlist: Sideshow Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Visual Novel Game
Priority Lvl: HIGH
(NOTE: This is a collaboration between me and my girlfriend. I’ve written the script and am doing the coding of it currently, while she does the art! Softgoal for a playable demo is 2024)
Tales of the Lady Red
The Tyrant Queen's children flee the castle in the night, taking to a ship with the goal of making it as far away as possible. A notorious pirate ship, the Red Lady, interferes with that plan. Its Captain is someone with a hunger for the promise of infamy and the way to reach it presented to her on a silver platter; ransom the Queen's children back to her and disappear before the other shoe drops. The siblings were finally free of their mother's abuse...but are they prepared for the harsh life that awaits outside the castle walls?
POV: Cassandra, Angeles
Type: Duology
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Coming-of-age, Low Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: the lady red”
Playlist: Tales of the Lady Red Vibes
Shared Stories: [Redacted for spoiler reasons :)]
Intended Medium: Written Novels
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Cardinal Values
Plagued with horrible visions of their death every time they try to fall asleep, Jonas has set out on a quest to figure out who cursed them this way and how to fix it. Apparently, though, they aren't the only one getting cursed lately...and none of them can seem to remember who did it. Something around them isn't quite right- an invisible string that binds them together, a snare they must escape before it traps them for good.
POV: Jonas
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Low Fantasy, Thriller/Comedy
Blog Tag: “os: cardinal values”
Playlist: Cardinal Values Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Ideally RPG game or Webcomic
Priority Lvl: MED-HIGH
(NOTE: I cannot for the life of me find a placeholder title I like, so the name + blog tag for this story might change soon and/or repeatedly)
They Sing of Fireflies
Firefly ran away from home to become a bounty hunter- what they didn't expect to discover was a deadly conspiracy to wipe out lycanthropy and vampirism, no matter how many innocent lives it takes to do so. Which is a bit much for a fifteen-year-old looking for their first taste of danger. But trying to put your past behind you has a funny way of backfiring sometimes and ignoring your future does not prevent it from bleeding out at your feet. When you keep ignoring it, even as the red trails behind you with every step, it's easy to pretend you will outrun the consequences...but your ancestors will sing of your avoidable mistakes.
POV: Firefly
Type: Duology
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Hopepunk
Blog Tag: “os: fireflies”
Playlist: They Sing of Fireflies Vibes
Shared Stories: Little Fang, The Nameless
Intended Medium: Written Novels or Graphic Novels
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Momentum
Something breaks the sound barrier, something tears through the walls of the universe, Ruska and Reece feel the vibrations of it despite their deafness. It makes their ears bleed...it makes adventure kick in their hearts- and they realize far too late that it has taken their parents. When it doesn't return, the twins set out to find the truth by themselves, if that's what it's going to take. But the thing about adventure is this; it bleeds into tribulation, which bleeds into obsession, which bleeds into martyrdom. And, as it turns out, when you saturate your every step with the blood of what you deemed worthy sacrifices...it is only a matter of time before the carnivores come sniffing out the trail that promises magic and power- for those hungry enough to bite the hand that feeds.
POV: Ruska, Reece
Type: Series
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Low Fantasy, Hopepunk
Blog Tag: “os: momentum”
Playlist: Momentum Vibes
Shared Stories: Velocity
Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Velocity
Russell grew up on stories of their parent and their auncle setting out on an epic quest as teenagers. This on its own wouldn't be a problem- they have plenty of adults around to keep them out of trouble. But when you have access to a holy being that can travel through dimensions? Well, it doesn’t take him very long to come up with an amazing adventure of his own; to finish what his family started.
POV: Russell(Main), Josephine(Undecided)
Type: Series
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: High Fantasy/Sci-fi Fantasy mix
Blog Tag: “os: velocity”
Playlist: Velocity Vibes
Shared Stories: Momentum
Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Little Fang
The smoke billows into the sky, sickly and light against the night sky. The candlelight flashes across every groove of the blade, meant more to tear than it is to slice. The good dog does as he is told, but it aches and it aches and it aches and- do you hear how the animal cries into the night? Does it stop you in your tracks, despite how it sings in your veins? How long does it take you to realize that YOU are the monster under the bed?
Mikala loves his daughter more than anything in the world…but is that enough to keep her safe from the monsters that lurk in his past?
POV: Mikala
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Gothic Fantasy, Low Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: little fang”
Playlist: Little Fang Vibes
Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Bound
The Blood Country wanted their perfect, mindless assassin back. They thought that luring her away from the makeshift family she had made in their absence and taking them out of the equation would leave her with no options other than to return to them. What they created, instead, was a monster who knows intimately just how to become their undoing. Ciileyn set out for a life where she need not ever raise a blade again...but sometimes you have to finish the war that someone else started.
How far would you go to avenge your family?
POV: Ciileyn
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Grimdark, High Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: bound”
Playlist: Bound Vibes
Shared Stories: EOTA
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Handle With Care (Fragile)
These things come in threes; the life, the death and the in-between. The world is ending- and nobody has a clue. The people who do are keeping secrets from one another that could destroy all of their best efforts to stop it, but they've never been taught any different. All three of them are blissfully unaware that they're about one more preventable tragedy away from wigging out completely. Is it too late to forgive yourself and others for the things that you will never have the luxury of forgetting?
POV: Liona, Tanith, Marcilla (Dependent)
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Idek man…Urban Fantasy?
Blog Tag: “os: handle with care”
Playlist: Handle With Care Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Visual Novel game(Ideally), Written Novel(Realistically)
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Nothing Stays Nameless
Corinne moved to the town of Hobbysfell with her parents for college, but things quickly take a turn for the...weird. Something sinister has taken hold of the town- and when Cori's parents start behaving like autopilot NPC versions of themselves, she realizes that isn't as simple as "isolated rural town strangeness". If she ever wants to get her family back, she's going to have to find the handful of other residents that seem to be unaffected and get to the bottom of things...before there are no more brainwashed-civilians left to save.
POV: Corinne
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Supernatural Thriller, Urban Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: nothing stays nameless”
Playlist: The Nameless Vibes
Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW
The Lotus Project (Placeholder?)
Is Chrysaor a prophet? A medium? A reincarnated elder God? Boy, would they sure like to know!
Is it too late to make up for the sins committed in lives that weren't yours? Is there a way to escape the enroaching jaws of fate when you've never seen anything else? Can you reconcile with the tragedies you couldn't outrun while they look you in the face? Will you ever be anything more than the pawn in someone else's fucked up game? The answer will never matter; the weapon is the wheel is the world.
POV: Chrysaor
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Thriller/Comedy, High Fantasy, Mythpunk
Blog Tag: “os: the lotus project”
Playlist: The Lotus Project Vibes
Shared Stories: EOTA(Loosely)
Intended Medium: Who knows, man
Priority Lvl: LOW
Like A Stray Dog
Harmonia awakens in a clinic bed without a shred of memory- even the name "Harmonia" is something she came up with just so she'd have something to hold onto. The single instance she remembers is from the moment before this blackout: a scar-faced woman standing over her with a bloodied weapon. With her life effectively stolen from her(in more ways than one, considering she clung to life in a dazed stupor for two weeks before recovering enough to move at all), Harmonia sets out to find this woman- the person she knows in her heart to be responsible for all of this. She's going to get her answers, her LIFE back…even if she has to forcibly tear it from this woman once she finds her.
POV: Harmonia and/or Renee
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + character bios on TH]
Genre: Low Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: like a stray dog”
Playlist: Like A Stray Dog vibes
Shared Stories: Possibly TOTLR
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Temporal Remedy
After awakening on a space station with no memories aside from her name, Remedy must make what she can out of this new life she has. Unfortunately, she doesn't feel like she was ever the type to sit back and let life sort itself out. When Remedy gets ahold of one of the station's infamous time-travel devices and uses it in a panic, to avoid being caught red-handed, it deposits her in what seems to be several decades earlier.
Which, coincidentally, happens to be the two week period where dozens of crewmembers began disappearing from the station without a trace...and nobody ever figured out what truly happened. So really, when presented with two exciting and enticing mysteries to discover, what did you expect the super nosy, headstrong idiot to do? NOT try and investigate them both at the same time?
POV: Remedy
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Sci-fi, maybe Gothic Sci-fi?, Murder Mystery
Blog Tag: “os: temporal remedy”
Playlist: Temporal Remedy Vibes
Shared Stories: None Intended
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOWEST
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#original story masterlist#wip story masterlist#directory#os: entrails of the animals#os: sideshow#os: fireflies#os: bound#os: handle with care#os: little fang#os: temporal remedy#os: momentum#os: velocity#os: the lotus project#os: nothing stays nameless#long post#wips#wip story#original story#original writing#i dont remember how many tags count/register per post so i may or may not rearrange these tags later ig#os: cardinal values#os: like a stray dog
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Visiting my Mamaw for the day so it's back to my traditional art roots
#my art#my ocs#worlds most traumatized 34yo and 16yo with no filter have a crossover episode#traditional art#oc: keahi inoke#oc: nisha madison#os: little fang#os: cardinal values#bakeneko#technically Keahis tail is too long here#since i intended this to be her at the beginning of LF and the tail length of a bakeneko denotes their strength#and keahi would not be strong enough magically yet to have a tail that long#but oh well i havent drawn traditionally in like a year so forgive me#im also working primarily from memory bc my phone is dying
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"I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition."
#Monty Python's Flying Circus#The Spanish Inquisition#Cardinal Biggles#Terry Jones#Cardinal Ximenez#Michael Palin#Cardinal Fang#Terry Gilliam#Graham Chapman#Carol Cleveland#pure comedy gold
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What would Mikey and orange think about meeting a cardinal cat yokai? Like he tallll. Fangs and claws are pretty terrifying...
How do you think they’d name him? 🤔
Also! It was about a caracal cat of course, it was corrected in another ask! 🫶🏻
#tmnt#hamato family#cousins au#comic#teenage mutant ninja turtles#digital#art#hamato michelangelo#hamato donatello#leonardo hamato#thank you for the ask!#❤️❤️#mikeys and their love for cats#also no they don’t know what objection means
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Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal
A/N: This is a working title. I reserve the right to change it going forward, lol. This is also my first AA fic! Can't believe it took me this long. Also feel free to note any other tags I may have missed. I'll add them as I go.
Rating: E Word count: 5.1k Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Fem!Tav Warnings: 18+, post-canon, PiV sex, creampie, angst, stalking behavior, obsessiveness, possessiveness, manipulative behavior (overall A's not really the greatest in this), use of derogatory language (though not at anyone specifically), messy break-up, depictions of gore, break-up (maybe make-up?) sex
Summary: Astarion has performed the Rite, becoming someone unrecognizable. Tav leaves him after settling their business with the Netherbrain, refusing his proposition to become his consort. She uses these last 6 months to heal her broken heart, mourning all they were and what they could have been. Hopefully all her hard work has paid off, because he's decided he wants her back and drops in for a visit.
♥ Next Chapter ♥ Link to Ao3
“It's awfully dangerous for such delectable morsels to leave their windows open this time of night.”
The whimsical voice comes from behind. With it, a rush of cold air sweeps through the quaint upstairs bedroom. Curtains lining the double panes of the front windows dance as the breeze blows in. Papers on the dresser scatter about the floor.
A young woman dressed in a sheer linen nightgown sits at her vanity, combing through her long red hair, when she freezes.
A familiar scent dances beneath her olfactory nerves - heady, rich, citrus. She breathes deeply, the warm spice of the cologne sweeping through her. Waves of heat pulse throughout her body as her ears pick up the sound of footsteps drawing closer.
With a sigh, the woman closes her eyes as the assailant reaches her position, their footsteps coming to a halt behind her.
It's him, she realizes. She’s never been more sure of anything else in her life.
Many months have passed since their last meeting. Passion burned as hot as an Infernal forge on that night. Promises of love, of pleasure, of power poured freely from their lips as their bodies intertwined. At that moment, she was prepared to give him everything - her life, her freedom, her body, soul.
She would have, had she not come to realize it was all an elaborate farce.
As she cracks open her eyes, daring to look up, the woman catches his reflection in the vanity mirror. With an audible gasp, it quickly dawns on her that this is the first time she’s seeing his face reflected in a glass pane.
Their eyes meet in the mirror, her chest suddenly heaving.
It is him.
And by the Gods, he's even more devastatingly handsome than she remembers.
“You never know what sort of monsters are out lurking the streets, hm?” he purrs, bringing his face close to her ear.
Assaulted once more by the warm spice of his cologne, her head spins.
“Astarion,” the woman whispers, nearly breathless. “What are you doing here?”
Craning his head, Astarion dips down into the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply. Her pulse quickens as he draws near, heart hammering away in her ribcage. His lips curl, fangs gleaming in the faint candlelight illuminating the room as his tongue sweeps over his teeth.
“I needn't an invitation to go where I please now, pet,” he pants against her neck.
A cold shudder shoots down her spine.
There was a time when her body would come alight from his many terms of endearment.
Darling, dear, sweet, pet, love.
Love.
“Nothing special, of course. You're only the first person I truly care for.”
His words echo in the far recesses of her mind. The words of her companion and partner, her lover… of a man who no longer exists.
That night in the ritual chamber, he changed.
The sound of the staff hitting the stone floor reverberates off ancient walls. Cazador and his spawn playing their parts, bound together in blood by the Rite. Astarion, levitating at the center, eyes burning red as an aura of blood envelops him. He's chanting the words - the Infernal seance that was once meant to be his end.
Her tongue lay heavy in her mouth. Words fly across her mind; desperate pleas begging him to reconsider, to stop this. None ever make it past her lips.
Suddenly, the spawn pop. One after the other.
Pop, pop, pop.
Astarion laughs, loud and boisterous, relishing the new found power that comes with each death.
Finally comes Cazador's turn.
He screams - a true blood-curdling scream. The type you hear moments before a person knows death has come, all too late. His voice carries on as she stands in the chamber, helplessly watching Cazador succumb to the ritual. He bursts at the seams into a pile of pulverized matter, dripping onto the floor below, completely unrecognizable.
Then suddenly, the room is engulfed by a haunting silence.
The Ascension… is complete.
The aura around Astarion fades and he drops down onto the platform below his feet. He remains kneeling for a moment. The sound of his breathing is all that fills the chamber, companions too stunned to speak.
He rises, slowly turning to face their leader. Looking upon his face, she sees the horrible truth lay bare before her.
Her lover is no more.
She's mourned him, the promise of them, ever since that night. Cried tears until her head throbbed and her face swelled, cried until nothing but sleep could soothe the ache in her heart.
And here he stands behind her, a scowl littering his visage as their eyes meet yet again in the mirror.
Her heart pounds in her throat, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She swallows, asking, “Why did you come here, Astarion?”
Astarion pulls himself back, taking a few paces away from the woman. Folding his arms over his chest, he replies, “My darling Tav, I've come to take you home.”
“Home? I am home,” insists Tav. Turning her body, still seated in her chair, she scans him over.
Moonlit curls sweep elegantly across his forehead, framing his face. Ruby gems glint in the dim light of the room. He's wearing a black and silver doublet, blood-red dragons delicately embroidered on the lapel. Every bit elegant and refined; elite.
Astarion's face softens. He draws closer again, Tav’s breath hitching as his hand cups her chin. Tilting her face up toward his, he states, “I've given you more than enough freedom.” He cranes his head, bringing his lips a breath above her own as he whispers, “Don't you think?”
The velvet grace of his voice makes her dizzy. Tav realizes she feels heat radiating off his skin as their faces draw closer in proximity; a stark contrast to his usual aura. Her face burns - a fire that quickly spreads down into her belly. Tav tries to speak but Astarion closes the distance, lips capturing hers in a delicate embrace. His kiss is soft, alluring, unhurried.
Gentle, she thinks to herself. He's being so gentle.
“Astarion-” she protests, logic returning to her as she breaks the kiss. Tav scans his face, drawing her head back. Heavy lids fall over his eyes as they transfix upon her lips. He’s hungry, in more ways than one.
She knows that look. It's the very same he'd give her night after night in his tent, when all he wished was to share his body with her. Instead, they'd find other ways to partake in the ecstacy of one another until they were left breathless and panting.
But that was long ago.
Astarion's tongue darts out to lick over his lips as he says, “A lord is nothing without his dearest consort.” He moves to kiss her again, but Tav quickly ducks out of reach. She stands, hands clenched in tight fists.
“No,” she insists, locking eyes with him. She furrows her brow. “I will not be made into your personal plaything!”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest. Astarion tilts his head, a smirk forming on his face. “‘Plaything?’” he reiterates. “Do you believe I think that little of you?” Astarion brushes his knuckles over Tav’s cheek. “My darling treasure,” he begins, “I have many playthings, though none are quite like you.”
Tav’s pupils blow wide.
Astarion means to make her jealous with talk of other lovers. He means to fill her mind with images of him making love to unknown beings. To make her think of him finding pleasure in others who are not her.
She will not rise to it.
“Your chosen harlots aren’t enough?” Tav sneers. “I thought Lord Astarion Ancunín had everything he desired?”
With a scoff, Astarion replies, “You don't get it, do you?” A twinge of impatience can be heard as he says, “You helped make me what I am. We are bound to one another, until the end of time.”
Tav shudders as his hands come up to hold her face. She pulls in a sharp breath, expecting the cold sting of death from his usual chilled palms. Yet, they're completely warm as they cradle her jaw. Another reminder that he is now very much changed. Alive. His cologne assaults her senses once more and her eyes flutter closed as she settles into the strange comfort of his touch.
“My heart will never stop calling for you,” Astarion speaks softly. “No other can satisfy that hunger.” He brushes over her bottom lip with the pad of a thumb and feels her tremble below him. “You are to be my consort, my bride,” he insists, voice stern but low. “That is your role in this.”
Tav falters beneath his touch, allowing herself to be walked back to the wall next to the vanity. Her hands come up to wrap around his wrists. “Such honeyed words,” she retorts. “If I didn't know any better, I'd actually believe you.” Her back connects with the wall and she gasps.
“Tav, look at me,” Astarion demands with urgency. She doesn't comply, turning her head to the side. Slipping a hand from her cheek to grasp her chin, he forcibly turns her head back toward his. “Look at me!” he spits again.
Hesitant to look upon Astarion’s face, Tav cracks her eyes open. Opening them fully, it's not anger that she finds there. Her stomach flips. No, not anger or even disappointment. Instead, she sees… vulnerability.
“I wish I could replace you. I’ve tried,” Astarion bites out through clenched teeth. His face falls as his eyes settle on her. “Nothing can fill the void your absence has left.” He shakes his head slightly before adding, “Something within me screams for you, as if I were alone in a decrepit crypt and only you can save me.”
Her heart beats wildly in her chest. She feels as though she may suffocate, or that her heart may give out at a moment's notice. Tav begins to feel the tendrils of desire dance across her abdomen. They start low in her groin and quickly spread upward, causing a rhythmic contraction of her walls. She cannot fall for this again, she simply must not. All he's done is spout pretty words and step into her presence. And yet…
His breath pants against her face as he rests their foreheads together. The scent of freshly chewed mint whirls beneath her nose. Her vision spins.
In her stupor, Tav hardly notices Astarion's hands slipping under her nightgown. His palms rest on the backs of her thighs and he lifts a leg, allowing more room to slot himself against her core.
Tav groans as their centers meet, arching her back. Her chest presses into his and she moans, hands seeking purchase in his hair as he rocks himself into her once again.
“Astarion,” she pleads, wrapping her leg around the small of his back. A bolt of pleasure shoots up from her groin. She feels her walls clench again in desperation as his hardened cock brush against her cunt, straining against the fabric of his trousers. Her body remembers him and is all too eager to receive him once more.
Astarion knows. He recalls exactly how her body reacts almost on instinct to his touch. He pants against her lips with each roll of his hips into hers. “Come home with me, Tav,” he groans out. “Please, darling. I need you.”
His voice comes out ragged, stressed. Astarion leans against her chest, slipping his face into the nape of her neck. Inhaling deeply, a fire begins smoldering low in his belly. Her scent is of fresh mountain dew in early spring. Floral, sweet, and holding the promise of possibility. His cock twitches in anticipation.
Tav moans, loud and unfiltered. Her knees grow weak and she nearly buckles off the wall if Astarion weren't holding her up. She throws her head against the wall behind her, back arching once again.
“I mourned you,” Tav tells him, nearly breathless. “I mourned us.” She doesn't protest as Astarion lifts her other leg to join in locking around his waist. Tav doesn't fight how he grinds himself into her again, trapping her between himself and the wall. She feels faint, her vision growing fuzzy at the edges, though she manages to huff out, “You don't get to come here and make demands of me, Astarion.”
Astarion pulls his head back leisurely to meet her eyes. “You left me, remember?” he says low in his throat.
“What choice did you leave me with?” Tav exclaims in frustration. “You wanted me to sacrifice my life in order to prove my love for you. You would have never asked that of me before that accursed Rite!”
“I only wish to live out the rest of eternity together,” Astarion replies. “I promised I would protect you, that no harm would ever come to you.”
Tav stares into his face as realization registers in her mind, mouth falling slightly agape. She's gotten used to reading between the lines of his words, so often laced with duplicate meaning. True to his former life as a rogue of the night.
Her mortality is a threat to his oath.
Astarion cannot fathom going through the rest of time without her. Or, he does, and the thought is too painful for him to ever risk becoming reality. That is what he means to say, though apparently incapable in this new state.
“Isn't this what you wanted?” he asks, quietly. “To be together? Forever?”
Tears well in the creases of her eyelids and Tav sobs. “You are a fool, Astarion Ancunín,” she chides.
Astarion hovers his mouth mere millimeters above hers. “Only for you,” he says. “Always for you.” He captures her lips in a gentle embrace, breathing deeply through his nose as he pushes further into the kiss.
Tav moans into his mouth as she slackens her jaw, creating enough room for their tongues to begin exploring one another. She gasps as Astarion carries her from the wall to her bed on the far side of the room, grabbing at his shoulders for leverage.
“Tell me I may have you,” he asks, breaking the kiss as he lays her down over the mattress. He climbs over her, mouth descending upon her neck. He peppers chaste kisses along the underside of her jaw.
Tav writhes beneath him, whimpers escaping her throat as he licks and suckles on the delicate flesh of her throat. With resolve quickly waning, her hands find purchase again in silver locks as she finally says, “You may, but only for tonight.”
Astarion freezes above her. Hesitantly, he pulls himself back, looking her over as he begins shrugging off his doublet. “Are you sure?” he inquires softly.
This is the perfect opportunity to ask him to turn and leave. To not start this over again, to not return down a path in which she knows there is no favorable end. Though, Tav also cannot deny just how much she has missed him, as well.
“It's only sex, Astarion,” she tells him, sitting up to undo the ties of her nightgown. “That's all this will be.”
His hands come to rest atop hers, replacing her motions as he pulls gently at the laces of the gown. With the last tie undone her gown falls open, revealing her bare breasts to his heated gaze. Astarion sucks in a sharp breath as he meets her eyes.
“Only sex,” he ponders aloud as he furrows his brow. “But what if I want-”
“No,” Tav interjects, voice firm. “This is all I can give you. You either take this, or you have nothing.” Her breathing comes uneven as she stares back at him, chest heaving. Her nerves have come alight; she cannot fall in love with him again, but she can at least offer him this.
With a curt nod, Astarion replies, “As you wish.”
His expression is guarded as he fumbles with the laces of his trousers. He pulls his undershirt up and over his head, dropping it unceremoniously onto the floor behind the bed. Standing up, he peels off his boots, pants, and underclothes in one fell swoop. He returns to Tav on the bed as bare as the day he was born, following her eyes as they roam down the long plane of his torso. They come to rest between his thighs.
Astarion’s cock stands ready at attention, jumping in tandem with his heartbeat. Saliva pools thick on her tongue and she slips the nightgown down and off her arms. She's left naked before him, not having time to fully dress before his unexpected visit. Tav hears him groan as he looks her over.
A surprised gasp falls from her mouth as he cups her sex. She feels him drag two fingers through the arousal that has already gathered between her folds, and watches as he brings those same fingers to his mouth. A bolt of desire pulls behind her navel as she watches his slick-soaked fingers slip between his lips. He suckles around them, moaning his approval.
With a wet pop, Astarion pulls the two digits from his mouth and places them against her cunt again. They're saturated with his spittle, softly prodding at her entrance.
“A-ah!” Tav gasps as his fingers sink in. It's only two, but Gods how she's struggling to take them. They glide in and out, Astarion occasionally curling his fingers to pass along the spongy spot inside her that turns her vision white.
It's not long before he's pulling his fingers out and lining himself up along her entrance. Astarion spits into his hand, giving himself a few languid strokes. The weight of his cock slaps down heavily as he drags his length through her slickened folds once, twice, before he's finally slipping into her.
Screwing his eyes shut, Astarion lets out a guttural groan as he feels his tip pop through her tense entrance, her warmth enveloping him as he seats himself a bit further before halting. Her walls spasm wildly around his shaft; it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to sink the rest of himself down into her inviting wet heat.
Tav sighs as she finally adjusts, body relaxing around him. She hadn't necessarily forgotten that taking Astarion is no small feat, though she did forget how it feels to actually do so.
“You can move,” she tells him meekly.
He doesn't respond with words; a simple nod of his head is all Tav gets before he's leaning over her, hips slipping further and further toward the backs of her thighs. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Astarion pulls her into him, pelvis meeting her backside. He growls, cock twitching as his tip brushes against her cervix.
Tav shudders under him as he pulls out, feeling the dragging of his length within her cunt, only for him to push back in with added force. Her body jerks upward from the power of his thrust. An audible string of whimpers falls freely from her lips as he does it again, and again, and again.
Astarion catches Tav’s hands as she tries reaching for him, pushing them back toward the bedsheets. Confused by his gesture, Tav tries again, only for Astarion to once more shove her hands off of him.
Stunned, Tav looks at his face. Sweat is beginning to gather along his brow, though he keeps perfect composure. There is no lust nor passion to his expression. He looks… removed. Distant. Aloof.
Just… having sex.
“Astarion?” Tav asks, concerned. “I can't touch you?”
He scoffs above her, grunting as he slams his hips again into hers. “Touch is a rather intimate thing,” he says, sarcasm saturating his tone. “Intimacy isn't welcome when you're just having sex.”
“Stop,” Tav demands, hands pressing against his stomach. Astarion immediately ceases his movements. “This is too cold, Astarion,” she says quietly. “This isn't us.”
Above her, Astarion sucks in a large breath. “It is when it's devoid of emotion,” he clarifies, patience wearing thin. “That's what you wanted, isn't it?” He tilts his head, craning his neck to look down upon her. “Just a quick romp?”
“I-”
Venom seeps from his pores as he quickly adds, “If you were ever curious as to how I treat my harlots, well, now you know. It's rather different from our last time, eh? I wonder why that is?” Astarion feigns an inquisitive glance, placing a finger to the side of his mouth as his lips form into a pout.
“Astarion, I-”
Tav tries desperately to interject, but is disrupted again by Astarion snapping his fingers. “Oh, I know! It's because I made love to you!” he sneers, lips curling over his fangs as he leans closer to her face. “You were never a conquest to me!” he growls. “Never one night it's best to forget.”
Astarion exhales, eyes falling closed in an effort to regain his composure. “If you insist on me treating you like a whore in a brothel, fine,” he says, “I'll do it. But know it's not done willingly.”
Tav remains silent, words failing her. Her body trembles as the full weight of his confession echoes throughout her mind. Pulling in ragged breaths, she questions, “Would you make love to me again? If I asked?”
Astarion huffs out a laugh, his expression softening. “I would raze an entire city for you,” he confirms. “You need only ask.”
A sense of despair enshrouds her as she stares into his ruby red eyes. He still loves her, Tav realizes. As much as, if not more than, the day she left him. Her head pounds; she needs to stop this from going forward. The voice in her head is begging her not to continue, to not risk reopening the wound she's spent the last six months delicately stitching back together.
Their last night together replays in her thoughts. She recalls the all-encompassing feeling of want that radiated off Astarion, that night. He carried her into a world of pleasure she never dreamed possible, all while singing praises deeply into her ear as he rocked in and out of her core. They joined as one, body and soul. Or so Tav thought, until the following morning.
Astarion looks at her now with that same compassion in eyes. He means what he says; he would destroy anyone and anything should she ask it of him. He's already destroyed himself, all in a vow to protect her.
Choking back a sob, she accepts final defeat in the battle her heart fought so desperately since he first came through her window. “Make love to me then, Astarion,” Tav tells him, pleadingly. “The way you used to.”
The flame of the single candle in the room dances in his eyes. The ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Oh, my sweet,” he purrs, “There's nothing I'd like more,” Astarion brushes her cheek with the back of a palm. His arousal has flagged, still situated within Tav’s warmth, though it stirs back to life as he captures her lips in a hungry kiss.
Tav groans as she feels Astarion's length swell within her walls, noises swallowed by his mouth over hers. When he grows stiff enough, Astarion gives shallow thrusts between her legs. It isn't long until he's back to full virility, rolling his hips into hers in a steady rhythm.
She cries out as he breaks the kiss, one last deep thrust before he's pulling out of her. Pushing her legs back, knees almost hitting her chest, Astarion slips back into place between her thighs. Tav’s knees are being held up by his shoulders as he bends forward, sliding his cock back into her slickened cunt with ease.
Astarion groans as his cock slides down, down, down until his tip nudges the end of her tunnel. Tav gasps as he settles himself impossibly deeper, hips giving a soft push that leaves her womb pulsing. She claws at Astarion’s back when he pulls his hips up slightly, only to crash into her again.
Astarion rests his forehead against Tav’s. He drops his hips repeatedly into her center, eyes locked with hers as he does. The air pushed from her lungs from each of his thrusts passes over his face and he greedily sucks it in. Her face is flushed shades of red and pink as blood rushes through her veins, singing her desire loudly in his ears.
Nails sink into the tender scars on his back and Astarion hisses. With half open eyelids, Tav struggles to keep his gaze, pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. But when she finally does, she sees it. There, in his eyes, is him. The man she fell in love with.
Astarion's eyes are soft, round, pleading. The eyes of the man she gave herself to repeatedly all those months ago.
Each night she spent being devoured by his mouth, pulling the very essence of her body into his, she felt it - the sanctity of her oath dangling in the balance. Should she have stuck to her teachings, Astarion would’ve been staked through the heart at first discovery of his true nature. And yet, night after night, she willingly succumbed to the lustful desires that only her blood could provide him.
She moans as he angles his hips sharply on the next downstroke, the head of his cock brushing deliciously up against her spot. The rhythmic fluttering of her tunnel over his shaft pulls a throaty groan from Astarion, who quickly buries his face into the nape of her neck as the sensation wracks through his body. His arms envelop her torso, using her as leverage to increase the pace of her thrusts.
Tav feels her arousal leaking down the cleft of her ass, carved out from her with each plunge of his cock into her cunt. The tip of him rams against her spot repeatedly and she shakes in his arms, pleasure coiling tightly in her belly with not much left to hold onto. “Astarion,” she pants against his ear, mindlessly mouthing at his lobe. “Gods, Astarion…”
He groans again against her neck, skin muffling most of it. The sounds of their joint arousal fill the room, and Astarion pulls his lips back in anticipation of his impending climax. The smoldering fire in his belly has erupted into hellfire, threatening to consume all and any in its path if not quelled soon.
Fangs press into the delicate skin of her neck and Tav shivers, hands flying into his hair and grasping, pulling. “Do not bite me, Astarion,” Tav says, panicked.
Humming his disapproval, Astarion reluctantly pulls his head away from her neck. He rests his forehead against hers again. “Where do you want me, Tavaria?” The question comes quietly, unguarded. Strained.
Tavaria.
The sound of her full name on his tongue sends pulses of desire through her belly. He's close, Tav realizes. Astarion pants against her face as his thrusts grow more uneven. Moving a hand to his jaw, Tav holds his cheek, rubbing his chin with her thumb. “However you want,” comes her reply.
Astarion shudders, a moan slipping past his lips, eyes rolling to the back of his skull momentarily. He blinks back into focus, chest heaving as his breathing becomes labored. He's barely lifting hips into Tav, instead giving short stuttering thrusts that have his tip kissing her cervical os.
“Tav, please,” he begs. “Tell me.”
Silver strands of hair stick to his sweat-soaked forehead. Brushing them out of the way with a hand, she plants a kiss between his brow. “Inside,” she coos. “It's okay.”
Carnal desire flares behind Astarion's eyes. He grunts, raw and guttural as he dips his head back into the crook of her neck. He feels his cock begin to swell, a telltale sign that his release is imminent.
Tav whimpers as Astarion rams over her pleasure point again and again, the fattened head of his cock dragging along her walls. It doesn't take much longer before she's screaming out her completion below him, nails digging into the skin of his marred back.
Astarion roars out his own climax above her, balls pulling up tightly as fangs sink into the pillow next to her. He floods her channel with his seed, tiny rolls of his hips pulling groans from his chest as he rides out the wave. Tav’s walls are more than willing to massage the rest of his spend from his balls and into her greedy womb.
They lay together panting, post-coital haze in full effect. It isn't until Astarion shifts to pull out his softening member that Tav feels it - his spend dribbling from her entrance and onto the nightgown under her. He's the first to leave the bed, shaking his head while running a hand through tousled locks. Tav watches him disappear into her washroom as she slowly sits herself up onto her elbows.
The sound of water running into the tub can be heard and Astarion reappears in the doorway. He returns to the bed, Tav gasping as he scoops her up into his arms and carries her toward the washroom.
“What are you doing, Astarion?” she asks, mind still clouded by her peak. She loops her hands around his neck, lolling her head against his shoulder.
A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he kisses the top of her head. “Taking care of you,” he answers, bringing them both across the threshold of the washroom.
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Tav awakens the next morning alone, tucked snuggly in her bed. The events of the night are hazy as she slowly regains consciousness. She doesn't recall when or how she fell asleep. Peeling off the covers and giving herself a quick look over, she realizes she's dressed in her nightgown again. The ties are neatly in place, eerily similar to how she had them before.
Looking around her room, there's no evidence that Astarion had been present. The papers she swore fell to the floor are all stacked neatly on her dresser. The candle has been hushed out, and her windows closed.
Was it a dream? she ponders, heart rate rising as her confusion grows.
Her eyes scan the room frantically in an attempt to find a single piece out of place. Finally, she finds the answer she is searching for laying atop her vanity. Rising out of bed, Tav walks over to find a single rose laid across the top of the desk. He was here, Tav notes to herself, bringing the rose to her face. She inhales its sweet scent, dread filling her heart as the heavy weight of last night begins to actualize.
No, it was very real. And it’s only just beginning.
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The Forbidden Fruit
TW : 18+, stalkerish, dark!Mattheo, religious undertones, non-con content, prey/predator metaphors etc. Nothing is actually explicit but it’s all intended (HEAVY symbolism).
Temptation.
The cardinal sin that ravaged through his body, mimicking his blood flow. Taunting him with every movement you made. A war was ravaging inside Mattheo’s mind and body. A fight for control of his actions as he observed your every move.
A fight he was currently loosing, as he watched you amongst the crowd of your peers, moving seamlessly amongst them. Like you weren’t the only thing plaguing his mind no matter what he did. He couldn’t escape your fingers he found himself wrapped around. And you were completely oblivious to his unholy intentions and his lingering stares.
To him, you were as pure as powdered snow; you were soft, delicate and easy to fall into. Creating a mixture that made his mouth water with the thought of you. You were an elixir that he found himself hooked on, like an addict chasing a high.
To you, he was dark and corrupted. With bloodied knuckles and his teeth bared to the world, you knew he was bad news for you. His violence had no place amongst your peace, even if he had a peculiar place within your heart.
But what he wanted, he always got and he knew you were too innocent of heart to ever understand his underlying intentions. You were a lamb caught by a timber wolf. Purity that would be forcefully taken by a predator, no matter how much you fought back. A lamb would never grow up and grow the pointed canines it needed to protect its wool. And like a predator he would lure you away from the safety of your herd, into his sharp fangs.
In the later hours of the night, in a large leather chair perched by a fireplace, he watched your soft locks frame your face, accentuating the natural pout to your plump lips. You read your book as if it were an ancient text, showing you the answer to all your life’s questions. Your oversized sweater and tiny shorts struggling to cover the tops of your exposed thighs as you sat amongst the faded leather. Silky skin pooling against the existence of the fabric, accentuating your plump hips. The sight driving his primal urges to cave into his temptations.
His lamb was oblivious and vulnerable to the fate before them, as he closed in.
Stalking his lonesome prey, he would pin you down before biting your neck, leaving a reddened ring of his mouths artwork. Creating art out of you, all while you attempt to fight his lapse of control. He would eat your heart out. Ripping into it like a rich pomegranate, just trying to get to the fruitful seeds hidden beneath. And he would ignore as the juice stained his hands a bloody red, showcasing his corrupt actions. He would rip apart your ribs just to taste every part of your being. Drinking up your blood like cherry wine and kissing your lips as if they were the last thing he would ever taste in this life. The way he loved you was sacrilegious, an unholy tribute to the gods above.
He was godless in his actions, with roughened love and a darkness behind his fiery eyes. He burnt for you and only you. And you were a moth to his light, sacrificing yourself to his ritual as he tore away what was once pure.
Falling for his temptation was never your plan, but you became more and more addicted to his drug with every hit. No god could save you from the starving wolf as it striked down its prey.
You were his forbidden fruit, the lust he could never control. He would be bound to your soul forever, alike Persephone to the underworld. For your beauty was worth the mess he made of you. Destroying your light, to fulfill his dark sins and desires.
A/N: im afraid I ate with this one. LITERALLY. this is definitely a different writing style than what I normally do but I’m in LOVE with how this turned out <3
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Vampire Copia be upon ye sister
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The Bat was old. It was easy to see, especially with the numerous artifacts that covered Gotham. But, though the Bat was old- The Robins were young.
It started with a small pup, one that flew through the air with colors of Red, Green, Yellow, and Black.
The First of the Robins was bloodthirsty, a pup that grinned in the shadows of his mother, one that chirped and cheered when his mother shed blood and fear for him to feed on.
Though the pup was dangerous, he still was kind. And since he was much smaller than his ferocious mother, he was able to sneak away.
And sneak away he did. Often, the little bird would creep away from his mother, crooning to the victims and feeding off of the remnants of their fear as his mother shredded those who hurt his City.
But like most young children- Robin eventually grew up.
His colors darkened, falling away as the small blood thirsty bird grew fangs. Colors faded, darkening and shifting until only electric blues and blacks remained. The First Robin became a new bird- A Nightingale, and oh did he Sing like his namesake.
The Nightingale would croon, would sing, would talk, and when he talked- people found themselves lost to even themselves. Unable to stop themselves as they followed the now grown Alpha who had become almost as terrifying as his mother.
It was then that a new bird hit the streets, one that was said to have come from the Nightingale’s long shed feathers.
It’s said that when the colors faded, that when each color finally dwindled into blacks and blues, more Robins, more Birds came to life.
Each color that the first Robin shed came to life in their own right, with their own thirst for the fear that their Mother and elder Brother fed on.
The first to appear was the Cardinal, the one who came to life with as much blood-blood-blood as it left this world with.
The second was the Crow, the one who came to life under the Bat’s grief and the First Robin’s anger.
The third was Starling, but unlike the others, she found herself unhappy with the remaining colors. So she left, following the steps of the Cuckoo to become a Bat rather than a bird before settling into something entirely new.
The forth was, and still is, hidden- unknown but talked about in hushed voices from those who are brave enough to sneak up on the pack that protected the city. Though the Forth hasn’t been seen quite yet, the air drips with rumors about the forth Robin being a Drake, one that clad themselves in the dark greens that once covered their source.
Each Robin, each bird, the Bat took in gleefully.
The Bat cared for each of his hatchlings like any other omega- But protected them with enough fury that blood dripped from his talons and mouth.
#Cryptid Batfamily#Cryptid Batman#Cryptid Batfamily AU#Alpha/Beta/Omega#Omegaverse#My Writing#IRL stuff has gotten me too worked up to be able to bap ideas back and forth#so uh#have this tini ficlet!#not my best work but something that has been banging around my head since we first started talking
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Bad Luck Amuck (RWBY Shitpost)
Qrow: *shaking his flask* "Empty. This can't be good."
Ruby: *approaches* "Uncle Qrow, what's wrong?"
Qrow: *exhales* "Ruby, I'm outta whiskey."
Ruby: *smiles* "So, you won't get drunk and be smelly for a while."
Qrow: *serious* "Ruby, do you remember what my Semblance is?"
Ruby: *blinks* "Luck--." *realization* "Oh, fudge."
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*Yang was riding Bumblebee, until the front wheel suddenly lost a bolt, came loose and the cycle tipped over, causing Yang to be flung across the Valeian street*
Yang: *tossed* "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!"
*Pyrrha and Jaune are sitting at a diner, enjoying an outing and it seems like Jaune leans in to kiss his partner...until Yang crashes in through the window and crash lands on the knight*
Pyrrha: *horrified* "Oh, Gods!" *stands up* "Jaune, Yang--Huh!?"
*Jaune did end up kissing...Yang, who quickly gets up, red-faced*
Jaune: *confused* "YANG?!"
Yang: *blushing* "Oh, Gods! My bike lost a wheel, I wiped out and I got smooched by VB!" *covers her face* "My luck can't get worse than this!"
*Yang is then lifted up by her gauntlets...by an unamused Pyrrrha, brandishing Milo with murderous intent*
Yang: *eyes widened* "It was an accident! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!"
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*Weiss was in a sparring match against Cardin and she was about to fire some Ice Dust until the chamber in Myternaster jammed*
Weiss: *alarmed* "What!?" *presses the trigger again, nothing* "No! Not now!"
Cardin: *tightens his grip on The Executioner* "Perfect!"
*Cardin charged towards Weiss, swinging his mace and landing a devastating blow upon her stomach, hurling her towards the edge of the arena and shattering her Aura*
Weiss: *on the ground* "Ugh! Weapon jammed and beaten by that brute. This can't get any worse--."
Coco: "HEY! Where the hell are her panties?!"
Weiss: *blushes* "WHAT?!" *she quickly tugs her skirt down...accidentally tearing her entire dress off...now naked for all to see* "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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*Blake was sprinting with all of her ability, fleeing from an angry mob as she had lost her bow...her feline ears exposing her Faunus Heritage*
Enraged Valeian: *brandishing a gun* "GET HER! GET THAT ANIMAL!!"
Radicalized Youth: "HANG HER!!" *holding a noose* "I GOT THE ROPE RIGHT HERE!!"
Blake: *running* "I told Ruby I didn't want to dogsit Zwei, and this happens! This can't get any--!"
*Blake bumps into something, no someone...a White Fang Member and their comrades...recognizing Blake, who was now surrounded*
Blake: *tearing up* "N-No...."
WF Grunt: "DEATH TO THE TRAITOR!!"
Radicalized Youth: "KILL HER AND THE OTHER ANIMALS!!"
Blake: *cornered, sobbing* "Brothers, NOOOO!!!"
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Ruby: *pale* "Oh, no. I gotta warn--UGGHH!!" *she keels over, clutching her stomach* "Oh, Gods!"
Qrow: *alarmed* "RUBY!!"
Ruby: *growing paler* "I think... I think that brownie was worse than bad..."
#text#text post#shitpost#friday the thirteenth#friday the 13th#rwby#rwby au#rwby shitpost#team rwby#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#cardin winchester#coco adel#qrow branwen#arkos#accidental dragonslayer#cw motorcycle accident#cw food poisoning#cw mob violence
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