#creature died with no bitches to his name

[lanadelreis]

LISA FRANKENSTEIN NATION I WAS LISTENING TO THE BOOK OF MORMON SOUNDTRACK AND I HAD AN AWFUL REALIZATION.

JOSEPH SMITH “FOUND” THOSE TABLETS IN UNDER THAT TREE IN 1823 AND WASNT MADE AN OFFICIAL RELIGION UNTIL 1830.

THE CREATURE DIED AS A YOUNG ADULT IN 1837

THIS MF IS OLDER THAN THE WHOLE ASS RELIGION OF MORMONISM

THESE MFS WERE ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME

NOT ONLY THAT JOSEPH SMITH LIVED A LONGER FUCKING LIFE HIM

god was absolutely not on my man’s side while he was alive like wow idk what’s worse: having your death be spent in a hell of semi-consciousness for 150 something years or having some random probably schizophrenic dude be more well remembered than you 😭

[bugwolfsstuff]

Lowkey want to give Solangelo a monstrous daughter but it'd only technically likely work post-my 'hypothetical' Pomegranate Prince AU

And when I say monstrous I mean this little girl looks like a little ghoul, probably eats rats and small birds, speaks only in screeches and is DEFINETELY not human, legacy or demigod.

(She was probably accidentally made with dark magic😭)

Her daddies love her tho❤️

[ilium-ilia]

kiss the skin that crawls

john price x fem!reader | the surrogate au | masterlist

Part Five: actionable request

tw: smut

The bed is cold when you wake up, but your chest isn’t.

Overflowing with bubbling mirth, you’re warmed from the inside out as thoughts from the previous night overwhelm your senses. You still feel your head on John’s chest—shirtless, coarse patches of hair tickling your cheek as his hand traces your spine, dancing along each vertebrae. Memorizing each and every curve you hide under. When his touch doesn’t lull you to sleep, his whispers do. Soft nothings, lips against the top of your head, free hand hooking beneath your knee to pull your leg over his body until you melt into him. 

Now in the waking world, you lay flat on your back with your hand over your sternum as the ceiling displays the sun’s gentle art for your viewing pleasure. Rays strewn across eggshell white in long bars—pillars of light to ignite your life. Your heart is beating too fast. Hopped up on adrenaline and a desire you know you could name but are too scared to. There is a tightness inside of you that coils and writhes; an angry snake waiting to strike. 

You think back to your conversation with John before you brought him to your bed and you do your best not to cringe at the memory. Your gauche nature will be the death of you one of these days. Awkwardly making sex so transactional, like you’re a bitch to be bred, or he’s a show stallion only meant to pummel you then vanish when the deed is done. 

What’s even worse is that you think that if he were in this bed with you right now, you could do it. After all the fanfare of being a timid creature with guarded walls, you want it. You want John Price and the way his waist tapers down his latissimus dorsi and the curve of his lips and the gentle touches on your back. 

Instead, he is in the kitchen. Far away from you. Enough that your dreams remain farfetched fantasies you can’t quite grasp. You hear the sizzling of food on cast iron pans and smell freshly warmed bread in the toaster. He is a guest in your home, which makes you either the worst host in history, or him the most chivalrous gentleman you’ve ever brought to your bed. 

Forgoing the headache of deciding what clothes to wear, you strip naked and wrap yourself in your bathrobe instead. The plush white cotton helps to ebb the emotions swarming beneath your skin, but all that work seems to be for naught the moment you wander into the kitchen to find John plating food. 

Though his dark hair is mussed, his clothes are clean—new. Not the same attire he wore last night for your date, but something comfortable. A charcoal grey shirt and sandy trousers complete with a chestnut belt. Not too far from his feet lies a bulky backpack adorned with several patches—SAS, O POS, an insignia you don’t recognize enough to name, but enough to know the parent. 

Ex-military. 

“Morning, love.” John’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he glances at you from over his shoulder. His scapulas dance beneath the fabric of his shirt as he plates breakfast. “Was just about to come wake you up.” 

Wandering to the counter beside him, you cross your arms over your chest as you ignore the warmth inside of you and how it only seems to broil worse with each syllable he speaks. 

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you tell him. 

“Force of habit,” he chuckles. “Was up before you and lazing around didn’t feel proper.” 

He clicks the stove off and the gas dies with a hiss which frees up his hands enough to hand you your plate. He’s gone all out with a near decorous breakfast complete with eggs, sausage, toast and jam. The china is warm in your palms and the aroma is almost enough to clear your head of the thoughts mudding your vision. 

“I guess you would be one to struggle with that, sir.” You lay your teasing on thick with a facetious tone and a cheeky smirk. John raises a brow, prompting you to nod towards the pack still sitting in the corner of the kitchen. “Military, right?” 

“You’ve got a keen eye,” he notes. 

Humming, you lean your lower back against the counter as you begin to shovel food into your mouth. Pepper flakes bite the tip of your tongue as you devour your eggs, and the creamy yolk smothers your mouth until it’s hydrated. 

“Is that where you retired from?” you question. 

“Discharged nearly six months ago,” John nods. 

“What rank were you?” 

“Captain.” Pausing, John looks at you with his chin tilted down and brows raised in playful warning. “But it’s just John to you, darling.” 

A loud simper paints your lips at his teasing, and you decide not to push the boundaries of fun too far before your full attention is on your food again. Neither of you bother to wander to the dining table. You’re embarrassed at the thick layer of dust that coats it from lack of company—besides, you’re more than content standing here anyway. 

As you eat, you find your eyes wandering throughout the house, unable to stop the way your brain mentally files away work for you to do later. The chimney still glares at you from the soot covered hearth, and you haven’t noticed how grimy the windows have gotten until you look out at the yard and note the way the sun catches on the glass, displaying each speckle of dirt and dried rain clear as day. 

Noticing your mental meandering, John picks up the conversation—small talk about any and everything to keep your brain distracted. His voice is canorous, rolling over you like warm, lazy waves in a crystalline lake. He watches you intently as you speak, devoting his full attention to you—must be the military in him, you tell yourself. You’re not sure why it makes your thighs press together—the idea of concentration; of someone being immersed with you. 

You don’t realize just how far John’s fixation with you goes until you bite into your toast and you find he’s no longer looking into your eyes, but rather your lips. Teeth digging into golden food, strawberry jam coating your tongue like a pure taste of summer—you freeze when he reaches out for you. Eyes wide open—a doe that’s enthralled with the new world—you watch as he swipes his thumb at the corner of your mouth to gather a stray drop of jam.

Instead of wiping it off on a napkin, he shoves his thumb in his mouth to clean it with his tongue instead. 

It isn’t until his thumb pops back out of his mouth that you recognize how exhausted you are. Stricken with enervation with the wasted energy of pretending that John Price isn’t what he is—a downright handsome man. Gentle and kind enough to get you weak in the knees with a voice like honeyed velvet; something that gets your sex trembling between your too-tight thighs. 

You are tired of denying yourself the human desire of intimacy, of letting your stilted nature get in the way of what’s been slowly brewing between the two of you—of what’s bound to come sooner or later. Forgetting about your breakfast, you set your plate on the counter next to you before you let your hands wander towards John’s chest. He pauses as your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, and though you know there would be very little in the world that could ever make a man like him budge, he follows your lead when you pull him closer. 

“Thank you for breakfast, John.” Your voice is low—soft. Hidden deep in your throat as if too timid to fully show its face. 

“My pleasure, darling,” he hums as he sets his plate next to yours. 

Neither of you have finished your meal. 

Then, there is gentle connection. Warm lips pressed to yours as your hands smooth over strong collarbones until you’re reaching firm shoulders. John’s hands find your waist before he’s kissing away the remaining essence of jam from the corner of your mouth. You think about how you got the jam at a farmer’s market from an old lady—if only you had known it would be the catalyst to this. 

Embers to flame, flame to roaring fire—it isn’t long before your hands find the tie around your waist. All it takes is a simple tug to get your robe to fall open. Circulating air eagerly kisses your bare skin as your chest displays itself, nipples already perking against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. 

When the robe slips down around your shoulders, it’s all over. 

John’s on you like a well trained dog finally given permission to eat his treat—lips crashing into you, hands gently pawing at your bare skin, he keeps you grounded with the right amount of intensity. A strength that keeps you pulled down to earth without the chance of your brain whisking you elsewhere. The lingering heat from the stove warms your hand as you place your palm on the counter to steady yourself while he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, trailing kisses along your shoulder until his knees are near buckling and he’s kneeling before you. 

“Dessert already?” he murmurs. His hand is slipping behind your thigh now, hiking your leg up until you’re squeaking, hips leaning against the counter for stability as he places you over his shoulder. He gives you a cheeky smirk at your breathlessness. “You’re too kind.” 

Your sassy response dies on your tongue the moment he buries his face into your cunt. Tongue out and eagerly slipping into your sex, languidly rubbing over your clit, fingers curling into your hips to hold you steady as he eats—you groan. The back of your head thuds against the cabinet as your fingers weave into the messy strands of his inky hair, and the way he hums at the feeling leaves your eyes rolling. 

It’s electric. Neurons firing in your brain, cortex rumbling like a content kitten just as John works you open onto one finger, then two. He’s precise. Unabashed in searching for what makes you tick and then assaulting those buttons until you reward him with a moan and trembling knees. 

“Oh fuck, John, t-that’s good, that’s…” Breathless; hardly coherent, you mumble as he works. Fingers curling, your clit hardens against his tongue and he growls in response. He likes the chase. Likes how he can taste it. He doesn’t want it getting away from him now that his maw is wet with its sapor. 

You come undone with a delicious keen that leaves your thighs twitching and knees nearly buckling. You can tell by how long it takes John to slow that he doesn’t want this to end yet, but his mouth leaves you the moment you whimper. Then, it’s all heavy breathing and quiet smiles as he continues to gently pump his fingers in and out of you without rush or worry. 

“There’s more where that came from if you’re still hungry,” John muses as he presses a kiss to your lower stomach. 

John doesn’t hesitate to take you to your bed the moment the request leaves your lips. Robe left on the kitchen floor, you’re splayed out on top of your mussed duvet as you watch John relieve himself of his own clothes. Soft chest and stomach free from his shirt, trousers shoved down his legs where powerful thighs sport dark streaks of thick hair—then his boxers. 

You don’t know why you’re surprised at his size. John’s a tall, powerful man; it only makes sense that the rest of him matches. Dark curls around the base of an uncut cock, a lovely vein protruding on the left side that ebbs and flows as he takes himself into his palm to steady the swinging weight as he kneels into the bed between your legs. 

“Goregous thing you are,” John murmurs. Using his free hand, he caresses your chin and the side of your jaw with the pad of his thumb. “Laswell and Lottie did a fine job choosing you, love.” 

His words stoke a fire in your stomach—or maybe it’s just the way he’s slotting his cock against your entrance. Back arching, you feel yourself melt beneath the pressure as he begins to split you open. You reach up to hold the hand still pressed against your face; your breath stutters as it leaves between your lips. 

“Didn’t do too bad with you, either,” you say, mustering as much of a sultry tone as you can manage. “You’re gonna make a good dad, John.” 

Your slip up shames you, and the heat it brews in your chest sears out all the feelings of desire and want that you had before. Wide eyed, you stare up at John with your apology half formed on your tongue but you don’t get the chance to let it spew out before his hips are snapping forward, filling you up to the point your breath leaves and your lungs are starving. 

“Yeah?” John prompts. His pace is slow and leisurely—enough that he has time to hook his arms beneath your knees and press them forwards; as close to your chest as your body will allow. “You’re gonna make a good mum, aren’t you? Can’t wait to see you like that, love. All plump with a kid with those cute dresses you’re always wearing everywhere. I think that’d look so good on you.” 

This dirty fantasy devours both you and John whole—a little secret between the two of you. Kate and Lottie don’t have to know the gritty details of what’s said here as you’re fucked into the bed. Right now, all you can focus on is John and the way his chest darkens with a flush of red the more he thrusts into you, pace slowly creeping up as your hands rest on his arms. You get lost in the way his muscles bulge beneath his skin with every morsel of movement, and the sound of his grunting, and how he hisses through his teeth until he’s nearly whistling. 

“Gonna be there through it all. Each appointment, every ache in your body; you’re gonna let me be here, aren’t you darling? Gonna let me kiss it all away?” Unable to get a response out through your moans, all you can do is nod as you take what he gives you. “Yeah, I’ll get you glowing, love. You’ll look so beautiful.” 

It builds. Strong and fast. This tight chord fraying inside of you, pulling tighter, taut string vibrating with each pluck until your muscles are melting everywhere but your stomach. John feels you clench around him, and he’s hissing as his forehead greets yours, hips refusing to change their pace now that he knows what gets you ticking. 

“Can’t give that to you until you come for me, pretty girl,” he says. 

“I’m so close, j-just—right there,” you stutter. 

“Doing so well, come on darling, just one more time, that’s all I need from you,” John rambles. “I can feel it, you’re so close, just a little more and I’ll fill you up nice and pretty. I’ll give you that baby you want so bad.” 

Somewhere between his lascivious muttering and the strong head of his cock hitting right where you need him to, you unravel. Legs quivering, back arching—your fingers curl into John’s arms as you try to keep yourself steady. He praises you throughout it all, pace slowing just enough to let you catch your breath for a fleeting moment before he’s plunging back in full force. 

His murmurs are hardly coherent now, just mindless strings of words half formed but emotion so thick you can feel it brewing in his skin. Child, mum, full, mine. John buries his face into the side of your neck just as he comes, and you gasp at how you can feel him fill you. Cock rhythmically twitching inside of you, nestled right against your cervix, cum flowing right where it needs to. 

Then, there is the gentle let down. Breaths slowing until panting wanes, bodies separating until he’s laying next to you and pulling you into his arms, heat dispersing until the sweat lining your skin nearly has you shivering. The morning sun is lazing into the afternoon as your fingers trace the curling pattern of hair on John’s chest like trails on a map. A content buzz coos inside your cranium, lulling you into a heavenly state of in-between. 

Neither of you speak about your slip of words or how it seemed to fuel John—in fact, neither of you speak at all for a long time. You’ve nearly fallen asleep by the time he moves, gently resting your head on the mattress as he props himself up to kiss you. 

“You broken?” he asks. 

“Never better,” you grin. 

John returns the smile as he sits back on his haunches to look at you. You curl beneath his gaze, knees bending up as your heels dig into the duvet and arms curling over your chest as if suddenly timid. He only looks at you as if you’re silly for your bashfulness as his hand slots between your thighs. 

A steady stream of cum has leaked out of you, making a mess of your legs and the crux of your ass. Wordlessly, John wipes his fingers along the trail, gathering it up until not a single drop remains. 

“Oh, I can grab a rag, don’t worry about that,” you dismiss. 

Without warning, John’s then pressing his fingers back into your cunt—slow but with a goal in mind. You gasp as your hips jut upwards, and he can only smile at you as he makes sure you’ve taken every drop like you ought to. 

“Can’t afford to be wasteful, darling,” he reminds. “Would hate to disappoint the Laswells, now wouldn’t we?” 

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[starogeorgina]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Warnings: Emotional cheating

You were a bastard.

A dragonseed.

A nobody.

Yet now you were one of the most hated people on Dragonstone.

Fell so deeply into it.

Your mother's death is what led you to Dragonstone; she was a worker in a brothel and died from complications from going into labour early, leaving you completely alone in the world. She had beautiful dark eyes and a head of full, thick red hair. Before passing away, your mother never named your father, but your pale complexion, silvery hair, and lilac eyes led most people to believe he was a Targaryen.

When news spread that Queen Rhaenyra was looking for Targaryen bastards to become dragon riders, you decided it was a cause worth risking your life for; either die by dragon fire or succumb to illness or starvation living on the streets of King's Landing.

The gods spared you that day, and you successfully claimed a dragon, as did two older men, Ulf and Hugh, and a younger man called Addam.

As soon as the bond between you and the golden-scaled dragon was made, your life changed forever; it was intense. War had already begun, and unlike Hugh and Ulf, you were keen to learn everything you could about House Targaryen and all its history. You sought to understand both the good and the bad.

It was all so innocent.

You were still a bastard, and although being a dragon rider gave you a great sense of pride and you formed a bond with a magnificent creature, it would never change the way most people viewed you.

A lowborn.

A nobody.

But the queen's eldest son, Prince Jacaerys, was one of the few who never looked down on you; he was kinder than most and would help you absorb the vast amount of information he had spent his life learning. The prince would join you in the library when possible and would escort you to the dragon mount so that Vermax and your dragon could fly together.

He had a way of always making you feel heard and important.

There were times when he confided in you.

“From the day I was born, Alicent has been telling anyone who would listen that I am a bastard.”

You roll your eyes at him, something the prince wasn’t accustomed to. “There is a difference, my prince; you are the son of the queen, the heir to the throne, our future king. It is treasonous and punishable by death to call you a bastard, whereas a dragonseed is open to any label. Bastard, bitch, whore.”

Jacaerys frowns. “Well, the next man or woman who says such a thing to you will face the wrath of Vermax.”

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut.

The first time you went dragon riding alone was a terrifying experience. You had travelled too far from Dragonstone and almost came face to face with Prince Aemond on Vhagar. He pursued you from the waters of Blackwater Bay to Dragonstone; however, your dragon was significantly younger and quicker than the war-hardened she-dragon.

Aemond only withdraws when he spots Rhaenyra standing with five dragons behind her. Syrax, Vermithor, Silverwing, Vermax, and Moondancer.

Upon your return to the castle walls, you receive instructions to attend a meeting with the queen's council. Aemond was brazen enough to fly to Dragonstone, yet the fault was yours. Most of the lords in the room, none of whom have ever ridden a dragon themselves, believe that you are to blame for this situation.

The meeting turned into an overwhelming interrogation, and the moment you could leave, you returned to your bedchamber.

As the day drew into night, you sat on the bed cuddling a pillow close to your chest when there was a knock at the door. You leap to your feet to look more appropriate, but Prince Jacaerys enters before you can.

Your hair was wild and unbraided, your cheeks flushed red, and your eyes swollen from crying. Fortunately, the nightgown you were wearing was sufficiently modest to prevent you from revealing an excessive amount of skin.

“My Prince, I apologise for being dressed inappropriately, but I wasn’t aware you were coming.”

The door closes, leaving the two of you alone in the room. You feel a tightness in your throat waiting for him to speak, but Jacaerys pulls you into his embrace and holds onto you tightly, even when you begin to sob on his shoulder.

All because I liked—

The battle of the gullet was the most harrowing day of your life, second only to your mother's death. So many dead on both sides; however, it remained a win for Queen Rhaenyra, but it almost came at too high a cost.

While attempting to save his youngest siblings, Jacaerys was fired upon by crossbows, and Vermax was struck twice in the one wing and fell into the water. With both dragon and rider vulnerable and struggling to get away, Addam burns the closest ships while you unstrap the harness and leap into the water, freeing Jacaerys, who had been struck twice, and keep him afloat until the men on Lord Corlys's ship were able to pull him aboard.

Queen Rhaenyra was so grateful that she legitimised Addam of Hull, making him Addam Velaryon, and she made you a Targaryen. But before it was made official, you were taken aback when Rhaenyra wanted to know why you did what you did.

“Why did you risk your life to save my son’s?”

“I would have done it for any one of the dragon riders, your grace.”

She raises her brows questionably; she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Prince Jacaerys is kind, and I believe he will be known as one of the realm’s greatest kings one day.”

Rhaenyra draws her lips together in a small smile, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment before she speaks again. “My son is quite taken with you, as is his betrothed, Princess Baela.”

—

As the weeks progressed, you found yourself spending more time by the prince's side, maintaining your routine similar to what it was before the Battle of the Gullet. However, when Daemon and Rhaenyra finally reclaimed King's Landing, you hardly saw the prince, not that you expected to see him often, as he spent his days attending to various duties as the heir.

With a few of Aegon’s loyalists still remaining a threat, the dragon riders would take turns patrolling the city, keeping an eye out for any possible attacks. When you return one morning to swap over with Addam, there are two members of the queen's guard waiting for you.

Your mouth had gone completely dry by the time you reached the throne room. The room is empty aside from the queen and her guards.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here?”

“In truth I am unsure, your grace.” Your voice shakes with nerves as you ask, “Have I done something wrong?”

“Prince Jacaerys will be returning to Dragonstone on the morrow and intends to be married by the end of the month…" She gives you a knowing look and waits to gauge your reaction. “The betrothal between Prince Jacaerys and Princess Baela has been dissolved by request of the prince.”

You fiddle with the only ring you own, one that belonged to your mother. You weren’t sure why the queen was telling you this in private, but you felt compelled to say something. “I’m sorry to hear that, your grace; they would have made a fine match.”

“They would have, but…” A small smile pulls on her lips. “My son wishes to follow his heart.”

All because I liked a boy.

Standing on the balcony overlooking the path leading up to the castle grounds, Jacaerys approaches you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Does your unhappiness have anything to do with those sitting on my council?” he sighs.

Following your marriage to Jacaerys in a small ceremony at the Red Keep, you departed for Dragonstone on Dragonback. Jacaerys makes you happy, and you weren’t a fool; a Targaryen prince choosing to be with a former dragonseed over a princess was scandalous, but no matter how many ladies you smiled at or how much small talk you made, you still received nasty looks and poorly hidden whispers behind your back, mainly ones implying that you lost your maidenhead to the prince out of wedlock.

“I’m not unhappy per se… It’s just that we never even kissed until our wedding, and I feel as if I’m failing you because of the rumours.

“And if I ever find out who started them—”

Before he can finish the sentence, you cut him off with a gentle kiss. “You’ll feed them to Vermax for disrespecting my honour, I know, my prince. Even now, I continue to worry that we insulted the princess by acting so quickly—”

Jacaerys returns the favour and cuts you off with a kiss, only pulling away when he feels you are smiling. “Baela and I share a sibling bond, which is why she gave us her blessing. My mother, the queen, also gave us her blessing.”

“I feel guilt for caring so deeply for you when you were promised to another.”

“Our hearts never belonged to one another; she wishes to be with another as much as I wanted to be with you.”

You fall easily into his embrace, relishing the comforting warmth coming from his body. Fingers locked together, you give him a small smile, “I love you, Jace.”

“I love you, and I promise to spend every day from now on making sure you’re happy enough that no rumour will make you sad again.”

All because I liked a boy.

[h8aaz]

⭒permanent price.¹

sum. sam has to deal with the loss of you; and grieving is never easy.

cw. angst . mention of reader's death . est. relationship . s7 leviathan arc but mixed with the bunker era? ignore it .

lock the door, but what for?

no one to walk in on me anymore

sam sobbed as quietly as he could as the flames burned in front of him. you were gone. really gone this time.

you had practically forced him to promise not to bring you back. and god, did he want to break it so bad. but he reminded himself of how you felt, what you said.

“we've died and come back multiple times over the years, and i'm tired, sam. i'm tired of this—this lifestyle. i wanna grow old with you. safely. i don't wanna have to worry about what creature or biblical figure is gonna come at us every second. i just wanna be with you, sammy. but if it comes to it again; don't do it. don't bring me back. i know it'll be hard, but you gotta let me go, okay? please just let me go.”

he shuddered under the warmth emmitting from the fire. the flickering orange glow illuminated him, reflecting off his tears. he was completely heartbroken. he had held you as the lights faded from your eyes, weakly babbling about your dream life and how in love with him you were.

were.

that word tastes sour. it reads disgustingly.

you shouldn't have to be described with that awful word. all it does is remind him that you're gone. how he won't get to wake up and sleep next to you anymore. won't get to make a separate pot of coffee just so its the way you like it, and pour it into your favorite mug that he got you before you started dating. he won't get to hear you laugh, see you smile, flinch when you scold him, hold you when you cry, take care of you when you're sick. nothing.

he had to bring you back to the bunker. he had to explain to everyone what happened, what killed you. those stupid fucking leviathans. they didn't deserve to take you from him. truly, nothing did. but they did anyway. because that's what god wanted, i guess.

his love life has been doomed since jess—maybe even before that. so you meeting a tragic end wasn't completely out of the question, but not exactly a no-brainer, either. he had told you about jess, as you two had met a few years shy of her death. and you had expected something to happen to you after lucifer admitted to having demons watch over sam all his life.

but expecting doesn't prepare you for when it happens.

sam had a gut feeling that it was a bad idea for you to sneak and spy on some of the leviathans. like he just knew something was going to go wrong for the two of you.

“i just don't think you should go alone, that's all,” he tried to reason as simply as he could, not wanting to say why he really thought you shouldn't go.

“i'll be okay, sam, i've done this shit before,” you responded, lightly punching his shoulder.

he scoffed, his lips twitching into smile, but it didn't meet his eyes. the expression fell from him quickly, and you could tell. you just knew his real reason. just by looking at him.

“hey,” you spoke softly. you turned in your seat as much as the confined space of the car would allow you to, resting a hand on his arm. “i'll be okay, you don't gotta worry about that. i can handle them. bobby taught us how to kill 'em, remember? sure, it'll be tough, but i can do it. you know i can.”

he struggled to meet your gaze, his head turning in minuscule snaps. “yeah, yeah, i know.” he let out a hesitant breath before moving his body to face yours, placing his hand over yours and wrapping his fingers around it. “i'm just scared. scared that you could get hurt, or- or worse, you know?”

“i know, honey, i know,” you soothed. “but if we're gonna get closer to taking down bitch roman, you gotta let me do this, please.” you pleaded, scrunching your brows as he laughed.

“what? what did i say? why are you laughing?” you pouted before letting out a laugh. “bitch roman?” he cackled, “his name's dick, baby.” he grinned at you, clutching his chest. “dick, bitch, same thing.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

to think that was the last time he'd ever hear you laugh. and it was because you were making fun of—yeah, bitch roman.

and now here he was, giving you a proper hunter's funeral. just like you'd always wanted. you were raised into hunting like him and dean, having this whole ordeal programmed into your head since day one. even when you'd talk to him about your dream future, you'd always go out like this. buried as a hunter.

when the whole ceremony was done, he told everyone to head to bed, to let him take care of you. just one last time.

he dismantled what he needed to, to get your covered bones and whatever was left of you off the pyre. he carried you over to a hole he had previously dug, right next to the garden you had started last year. he placed you inside gently, tears free falling, cascading, down his face. he blinked rapidly at an attempt of clearing his vision. he wanted to get everything right for you. you were the best, and you deserved as such.

his nose was red and runny, sniffles sounding out left and right. most of your things were burned already, except a few items to keep your memory by. he placed a broken charm bracelet—from one of your anniversaries—onto the charred bones of your chest. it had been ruined during your final fight, and it was quickly found by sam before he even got to you.

his chest burned and ached. all over broken and choked sobs. he was shaking at every turn of his body, and push of his shovel into the nearby pile of dirt. he never would've thought he'd have to salt, burn, and bury you one day—let alone find and hold you as you exhaled your last few breaths. hell, he was there. he was just twenty feet away. sitting. waiting, in that damn car where you kissed and hugged him normally for the last time.

sometimes he can still taste your blood in his mouth. you insisted on feeling his lips on yours as you let go. and he felt it. he felt that last sigh ghost his lips; his trembling and begging, and yours falling flat and cold. when he pulled away, he saw that you had closed your eyes, a courtesy that was your last thought. you closed your own eyes to save him from looking into them. from shattering him further.

you were caring and thoughtful to the very end.

an end that should've never came. not now, at least. you should be here. the two of you were supposed to get out. be normal, happy. sam had helped you build those two rocking chairs for when you'd get old. it was a task you brought up to him unexpectedly, but he was glad to do it with you, especially with the considered future of it all.

but now?

now the chairs sat in the bunker's storage.

not forgotten, but preserved.

preserved with your left over belongings that he begged and fought to keep. because he was preserving you. he'll let go, you know he will. but you also know it'll be years until then.

and all you can do is watch. watch him grieve. watch him cry. watch him yell. watch him fight. all due to his love for you.

the words that you say are the price that i pay

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social's as yukimiya's girlfriend

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yourusername: i can't see i'm bliind BLIIIIND BLIIIIND (pun intended)

tagged: yukimiya.kenyu

oliver.aiku: THE CAPTION HELP FOUL ASF 😭😭 ↳yourusername: BITCH YOU NOW I'M SEXY ↳megubachi: UH DON'T CALL JUST TEXT ME ↳chigi.who: BITCHES SLOW CAN GET ON MY SPEED ↳kuniisuke: THEY STARE AT ME CAUSE THEY KNOW I'M THE ↳rin.itoshi: I-T-G-I-R-L ↳karasu_tabito: ok what the fuck is up with this edgelord ain't no fucking way he typed that ↳yourusername: you're right he didn't i did he went to let out expired water from his wonka ↳reo.miikage: what 💀 ↳hiyori: piss she meant piss

↳yourusername: SAME THING ↳nikkoki: are we going to ignore the original comment? ↳nikkoki: ok yeah ignore me too

yukimiya.kenyu: okay now who the fuck edited that 2nd image better sleep with one eye open ↳oliver.aiku: it won't matter if you sleep with both of your eyes open because you're blind anyways ↳yourusername: HEY DONR BULLY MY BF 🤬🤬🗣🗣🐺🐺ONLY I CAN BULLY MY POOKIE WOOKIE DOOKIE CUTE PATOOTIE APPLE HONEY SUGAR MELON PLUM PIE 10PC CHICKEN MCNUGGETS ↳yukimiya.kenyu: sigh why do i like you ↳yourusername: YOU DONR LOVE ME 🙁🙁☹☹ ↳megubachi: YOU MADE HER SAD NOW WOWOWOW ↳yukimiya.kenyu: no i'm sorry i'll let you paint my nails ↳yourusername: YIPPEE TY BACHIRA ILY 😘😘 ↳megubachi: ILYT POOKS 😘😘

isaichii: hear me out MAYBE just MAyBE giving me picture credits for the first one would be nice. a fucking dog nearly pissed on my show bc of y'all ↳yourusername: AND?? I NEARLY DIED BC THAT HOE IS A BLIND BITCH AND WALKED STRAIGHT INTO A BUS ↳yukimiya.kenyu: BRo?? DONR BLAME IT ALL ON ME ↳yourusername: I DIDN'T EVEN TAKE YOUR NAME WHY ARE YOU THINKING IM TALKING AB U ↳yukimiya.kenyu: BC OF THE FACT YOU CALLED ME A HOE AND A BLIND BITCH AND I WAS THE ONE WHO WALKED STRAIGHT INTO A BUS AND WAS THE ONLY OTHER PERSON IN THE PICTURE UNLESS YOU HAVE A SIDECHICK ↳itoshi_sae: so you admit you're a hoe who's a blind bitch? 💀 ↳yukimya.kenyu: what

user1: jokes aside they're so cute (i fucking hate couples) ↳yourusername: ty pooks (ikr same couples are so cringe imagine not being single) ↳yukimiya.kenyu: w h a t . ↳yukimiya.kenyu: WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR LIKE A YEAR?? ↳yourusername: what idk who u are :x ↳nagi.seishiro: srop txting like me :x ↳yourusername: fuck off

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yukimiya.kenyu: my fav side chick xoxo

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megubachi: NO WAY BRO REALLY SAID THAT ↳yourusername: mom told me honesty is the best policy 🤷‍♀️ (also you're right he didn't it write the caption i did i stole his phone) ↳chigi.who: yes girl gaslight gatekeep girlboss ↳yukimiya.kenyu: AND WHY ARE YOU GUYS ENCOURAGING HER?? ↳yourusername: bc has balls = no opinion /j ↳yukimiya.kenyu: i see how it is ↳shiidoryu: BALLS MENTIONED RAHHHH 🤬🤬🐺🐺🗣🗣‼‼💯💯😎😎🔫🔫💣💣🔥🔥🔛🔝 ↳hiyori: who let this creature out

user2: my roman empire is how their faces fit together ↳julian.loki: that looks so fucking weird when you write it but ok ↳yourusername: SROP BEING A HATER JS BC U DON'T PULL ↳julian.loki: I DO PULL TFYM 🤬🤬🐺🐺I'M THE ALPHAEST ALPHA ↳yoursername: NO YOU DON'T YOU'RE ALMOST ALWAYS SURROUNED BY SHIRTLESS SWEATY BALL LOVING MEN WHO HAVE "MONSTERS" IN THEM ↳hiyori: soccer players just say soccer players please ↳mikka.kaiser: FOOTBaLL PLAYERS* ↳yukimiya.kenyu: ignoring these dried pieces of celery tysm me n her are meant to be ↳yoursername: OMGOMGOMG THE KUYIMIYA YENYU WANTS ME 😍😍🙀🙀 ↳shoei.barou: kukyimiya yenyu 💀 ↳yourusername: SHUR UP 🙁🙁

yukimiya.kenyu: i'll ignore the caption AND YOU STEALING MY PHONE for now but aside from that have i told you look very pretty ↳yourusername: but you can't even see? 🧍‍♀️ ↳shiidoryu: Y/N TAKE THE FUCKING COMPLIMENT WHEN SUCH A GORGEOUS MAN COMPLIMENTS YOU, YOU ACCEPT IT ↳shiidoryu: also real you can't even see ↳yukimiy.kenyu: i will actually feed you both toilet water ↳yourusername: you're gonna feed me? 🥺 ↳shiidoryu: you're gonna feed us? 🥺 ↳yourusername: FUCK OFF HE'S MY BF?? ↳shiidoryu: tell sae to unblock me and i'll leave him alone ↳itoshi_sae: don't even think about dming me ab this

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yourusername: right now, right now baby, i don't care about the other summer (kenyu is the rat, rat is kenyu)

tagged: yukimiya.kenyu

yukimiya.kenyu: first of all i am not your crush i'm your bf?? second of all I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A RAT ↳kuniisuke: seems like something a rat face would say ↳megubachi: no bc y/n said it so it's canon ↳yourusername: still my real one fr ↳megubachi: twins ↳isaichii: bsdhira hiw ciulf yoi do tijs to me ↳rin.itoshi: some please translate that AGAIN ↳yourusername: "bachira how could you do this to me" ↳megubachi: sorry shnookums ↳isaichii: sorry guys kaiser got out of his cage (again) and started chasing me like a duck (again) ↳mikka.kaiser: you still haven't come to papa ↳reo.miikage: again what the fuck?

user2: the moment my f1 addicted brain saw the second picture it instantly said "i have never looked so good" ↳hiyori: LECLERC 🔛🔝 ↳yoursername: NAHH VERSTAPPEN ALL THE WAY🔛🔝 ↳yukimiya.kenyu: said it before and i'll say it again HAMILTON DOMINATION 🔛🔝 ↳julian.loki: hear me the fuck out. logan sargeant 🔥🔥🐺🐺 ↳shiidoryu: RAHHHH WHATS A KILOMETER 🔫🔫💣💣💯💯‼‼😎😎🐺🐺🔛🔝 ↳rin.itoshi: please seek help

mikka.kaiser: NEW JEANS MENTIONED RAHHHHHHH ↳mikka.kaiser: and we can go high 말해봐 yeah 느껴봐 mm-mm ↳alexis.ness: take him to the sky you know, i hype you, boy ↳mikka.kaiser: i raised you well, good boy ↳itoshi_sae: please be kinky, disgusting and possibly gay somewhere else ↳mikka.kaiser: we're not gay ↳alexis.ness: we're not?

yukimiya.kenyu: i see a drop dead gorgeous person right there ↳yourusername: awww ily 🥺🥺 ↳yukimiya.kenyu: oh look you're there too ↳oliver.aiku: LMFAO

nikkoki: jokes aside the first picture is so cute ↳yourusername: thank you 👉👈😝

aryu.jubei: did he try yanking your hair (send hair care routine pls) ↳yourusername: no he didn't SUPRISNGLY (ofc pooks) ↳kuniisuke: dammit ↳yourusername: WHY DO YOU WANT ME HURT SO BAD 🙁🙁 ↳rin.itoshi: surpisngly* ↳shiidoryu: YOU GOT IR WRONG TOO LMFAO

HI CHAT!!111!11 I KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS LIKE A CENTURY AGO BUT ITS FINE (i had school and i came home at like 5 and i had volleyball and track practice and i had to study bc i have exams every week pls save me also i had parent teacher conference and i didn't get cooked) HAPPY SATURDAY GAYS!🐺🐺

also if you took offense to any jokes i'm sorry i really don't mean any of it. i made references to some previous posts bc why not and i love f1 jokes so 😝😝

[heeikeuu]

バカ – Riki Nishimura

⤷ pairing – boyfriend!riki x fem!reader drabble

⤷ genre – fluff, crack, suggestive (tensionnn), cursing, established relationship

⤷ synopsis – you decided to play REPO with Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung, while your boyfriend Riki was playing on his phone laying on your bed minding his business until you sparked his attention with some Japanese phrases you learned online.

Jake has been bugging you and the boys to check out this new co-op horror game. It looked funny more than scary if you were being honest but you eventually gave in, mostly because you got tired of his ass going "I loveee I loveeee I lovvvee" all week (Heeseung had to tape his mouth shut to spare us all).

Riki had built your PC for you, according to him " you always game on my PC and you never let me touch it!" but you know that was just an excuse for you two to start playing together.

You weren't exactly a pro gamer and you had a worse temper than Jake himself because of how competitive and stubborn you get. You were 100% a sore loser but at least you beat your man in most games and that helped you sleep better at night.

"y/n and Jake, I am begging you both to NOT burn the house down," Jay said in almost defeated voice, tired of the two already.

Heeseung followed, " I would also like to still have my eardrums intact"

"You both know damn well," Sunghoon said while laughing.

"It's not my fault y/n cheats!" Jake reasoned while pouting.

Petending to be upset, you dramatically put your hand on your heart, "as your best friend, I feel it is only appropriate that I let you know that you are only pissy because you suck at cheating AND winning."

Giggles break out from your headset but your attention is briefly set on your boyfriend who was laying on your bed with a white tank top that cIung to his muscles and gray sweats that hung a little too low, your own eyes betrayed you when you catch yourself staring too hard at his arms.

"Need something, baby?" he teases. Clearing your throat, "Oh, I just wanted some water, I'm thirsty." Cursing yourself for the lame ass excuse, you avoided direct eye contact.

"I'm sure you are," he laughed and got up to bring you water. Your hands brush against each other lightly, making you tense up a bit.

After playing for about 40 minutes, you got the hang of the game. Heeseung was pushing the cart while jayhoon were carrying a big item. You went out on your own to explore when you spotted a cute duck that was following you around.

"GUYS, I FOUND A DUCKIE!"

"DO NOT TOUCH IT," Jake stressed.

"Fine, but I'm naming it Nishi now, and it is my child," you replied while cooing at the duck.

Riki chuckled softly hearing you talk to the duck in game so cutely.

"OH MY GOD RUN IT'S THE SHOTGUN MAN" you suddenly heard Jake yell while running towards you and Sunghoon who whisper yelled in urgency "stop yelling bitch you will get us all killed!"

You immediately hid under something, but the little duckie was still following you, making noise, "shhh Nishi, you will get my ass flattened like a pancake!" Just as you said that, the shotgun man ran towards you while shooting like crazy.

"Atama okashi n janai no!" (are you crazy)

"Nishi, ippen shinde miru?" (do you want to see what death is like)

You comically turned to the duck while sweetly threatening the little yellow creature, urging it to shut up, making the killer face you directly.

"NOOO WAI-" you yelped as your character died with one shot to the head. You heard your friends trying to hold in their laughter to not die, too, as you spectate them with your mic off.

"KUTABARE x3" (fuck you)

Your poor boyfriend, on the other hand, was coughing in disbelief at what he heard you say (more like yell) to the poor duck. "Eh?" he makes a cute sound in utter confusion where you learned these from.

Turning to face him, you realized what you just said. After a few seconds of silent eye contact, you both burst out laughing.

"Baby, where the hell did you learn to swear like that?"

Shrugging, "secret" you sheepishly answered while smiling at him.

"Oh really?" he challenged.

"Mhm," turning your face back to the game as your team was struggling to find the 2nd extraction point to win.

Riki got up from the bed and slowly made his way to you. Completely disregarding whatever he was doing on his phone. "Angel," he called out to you, still not facing him, "look at me," his soft, deep voice sending chills down your spine. Still deciding to be stubborn, you hummed dismissively.

His hand lazily made its way to your jaw, placing a firm yet gentle grip to make you finally face him. He stood tall as you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. Bending down nonchalantly, "much better," he whispered gently as he gave your puckered lips a sweet kiss.

Your face and ears instantly grew red making Riki let out a giggle before letting you go and straightening his back, smiling at you normally like he didn't just make your organs collaspe.

"I'm craving some strawberries, you want some babe?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," mentally cursing yourself for stuttering.

"kyuto" (cute) ruffling your hair, he made his way to the kitchen smiling ear to ear as you were still short-circuiting.

Safe to say that your team ended up losing, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore as your mind kept drifting somewhere else while chewing on your freshly washed strawberries.

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i love reading the wiki and seeing something i've never noticed before

thanks to that, i spent another five hours on wikipedia and not doing my job. so! let's get into the ghouls' stigmas and how they could relate to these demons they made a pact with

probably spoilers through current episode idk

first of all, prior to this rabbit hole i had never heard of the ars goetia. however, going through these lists, i had heard of several of these demons in maaaaany many things from popular media. seems to be a common list to snatch from (any blue exorcist or obey me fans here?)

also, i used the wiki for a lot of this post, and it seems like the wiki is slightly out of date, but still good for the most part. if anyone notices anything wrong, please message me!!

so the ars goetia is, at its simplest, one part of a grimoire that's been translated several times since the 1500s. it has a list of demons and other parts of black magic (technically goetia is the darker counterpart of thurgia, both of them which make up ceremonial magic.) the ars goetia lists off something like 70-something demons and their counterpart angels and their basic roles and powers.

also, each of these demons has a sigil, but weirdly enough, the symbol in the logo of the game and a lot of other things in game are more remniscient of nordic runes and not these symbols. not sure what that means.

so, i'll be going through this list of the ghouls whose stigmas we know so that you don't have to! i'll go in house order to keep it simple. if i miss someone whose stigma we know, shoot me an ask and i'll edit this post.

JIN - "Bianerus"; the ability to control others by his command; anagram of Naberius. in the ars goetia, naberius is the same thing as cerberus i guess lmao. that's fun. gonna keep an eye out for metaphors of jin guarding the gates of hell. usually appears in the form of a crow. when naberius speaks, it's with a hoarse voice, but it makes men amiable in "rhetoric and all arts." basically makes them agreeable and talented. interesting how they translated that to jin's power, and even more interesting that they didn't give the ice king one of the kings listed in the ars goetia. as this list goes on, some of the stigmas are pretty direct translations and others are a little more of a reach, but it's still fun to see where some of the inspiration could have come from.

TOHMA - "Argeas"; the ability to send vibrations across distances; anagram of Agares. that demon rules the east side of hell, and this is super funny, his power is to destroy dignity. sound like a certain petty bitch to anyone else?

LUCAS - "Iggnaim"; the ability to create barriers around himself and others (and also had a crazy creature appear when we touched him); anagram of Ginigam. this guy is a great marquis who apparently will be patient while being summoned and will answer all your questions until you send him back. how polite. he teaches science things and gives an account of any soul who died at sea with sin. funny that they gave him to the guy from "across the pond"

KAITO - we don't know his yet but he sees auras. i'll just start skipping the people we don't know

ALAN - "Yagsal Olbasa"; implied to be insane super strength but we don't know for sure yet i guess; anagram of Glasya-Labolas. crazy name. his names in other translations are even crazier. he's the captain of bloodshed, has to do with the past and "what's to come" and tells people about it, and can incite both love and homicide in people. truly a captain's captain. this is a really fitting one for alan, i think. also, alan's lil animal chibi is a german shepard and this demon is depicted as a dog with wings. the crowd goes "awww"

LEO - "Haxs"; extends his hearing; anagram of Shax. shax is another one with a lot of differently translated names and he's also a great marquis. shax's entire entry made me laugh out loud, he and leo would get along like a house on fire. shax takes the hearing and sight from those the summoner chooses, steals money, knows when lies are told, speaks in a beautiful voice when compelled not to lie....it goes on. basically he steals and lies. perfect, no notes.

SHO - "Spurno"; stated to 'jam things'; anagram of Purson. sho is the first one to have a demon that's considered one of the great kings. he can reveal secrets of the past, present, and future, and is also said to be involved in revealing the antichrist. he can also find hidden objects and treasures! cool, but not quite sure how this would relate to sho's stigma. maybe it'll make more sense when we learn more about sho's abilities. personally i think this might end up relating more to whatever we learn about hyde.

HARU - the bitch that started this whole post - "Bahnti"; the ability to lessen gravity's effect on his body; anagram of Bathin. he's a duke of hell who knows a lot about stones and birds, and more importantly, can "bring men suddenly to another place." he also helps aid in astral projection! it's probably the near teleportation he got his stigma from. super cool correlation on this one

(EDIT ty @unhindged-memes !!) REN - "Raothtas"; literally used it to clean. it cleaned ink. that's cool i guess. maybe the ability to erase/remove? could be cool; anagram of Astaroth. he's apparently a super powerful demon, which honestly works with my theory that ren's abilities are going to be crazy once we actually see them. he also seduces people with laziness!! very ren, love that for him

TAIGA - "Malab"; we actually don't know what his is yet. HOWEVER!!!! this feeds into my taiga knows something theory and also my time loop theory; this is an anagram of Balam. balam is a "great and powerful king of hell" who could give perfect answers on things past, present and to come. PERFECT. ANSWERS. past present and TO COME. he can also make men invisible and he's three headed, but whatever. do you see!! DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING

ROMEO - "Tiris"; the ability to turn things into a bomb; anagram of Sitri. sitri is a prince and depicted as a very beautiful man lmao right on the nose with that one. also less related, but sitri makes men and women fall in love with each other. i think that's probably more where they got the character's name from than his powers.

RITSU - "Acimo"; the ability to harden his body (lol); anagram of Camio. he is a president and a great disputer, and can apparently make creatures understand each other. good go-between guy. also apparently more powerful in december! ritsu's birthday is in january though :/

SUBARU - "Talnandio"; the ability to read residual thoughts from things; anagram of Dantalion. this one is also super on the nose. dantalion was said to be someone who could declare counsel on anyone, aka he could know the thoughts and minds of any man. it's also said that he wears many faces. hmmm actor, anyone? this one almost deserves a whole post, i'll have to come back to this.

LYCA - "Ramsochisa"; the ability to track anything he has smelled before by scent; anagram of Marchosias. i genuinely forgot this was what his stigma was lmao some note taker i am. this guy's depicted as a wolf though, so there we go for the werewolf thing. also, kinda a sad connection, but marchosias believed that after 1500 years, he would be able to return to heaven with the other fallen angels. he's also the one that's most reliably conjured and will always answer true. this feels very lyca, i think this one matches up well.

YURI - "Agnihaet"; hyperactivates his braincells; anagram of Haagenti. surprisingly little information, but apparently he can make men wise by instructing them in every subject. nice. he can also turn water into wine! where's that ability yuri, huh?

ghouls whose stigmas we don't really know yet: kaito (auras), ren (used it to clean??? ok maid outfit card where are you) , haku, zenji, taiga, edward, rui (only technically. we know it can relieve exhaustion and stuff but we don't know his word or demon anagram), and jiro (whose stigma reflects injuries back to the dealer.)

damn that was long. there's a few demons that i think could potentially match up after reading through this list so many times, but it's gonna be hard to know for sure given that some of these don't translate directly to their powers. i'll make another updated post once we know more of their stigmas

and also more about the pacts in general! how did they learn to summon a demon? why were they summoning in the first place? what did they ask for? so many questions, this game drives me insane

ask box and messages are always open!

[pianocat0-0]

Got Murdered Yet Somehow Gained Spouse

Jiangshi (Self-proclaimed Husband) x Reader

Part 2

Tw: Mentions of bloody animal meat, implied murder, brief hatred towards Manchurian people (this is just to be historically accurate on the views of the Han people, in no way am I trying to say that you can be racist. I could talk more about it, but basically Manchurian people ruled the Qing dynasty and a lot of Han people did not like them.), breaking into someone's house, delusional ass bitch

(Don't have really good ideas so I'm gonna go with urban legends cuz idk it's cool-)

Jiangshi specifically. I don't think not a lot of people don't know about the creature outside of like asian countries so here's the explanation (brought to you by wikipedia) : It's like a zombie, but it can also suck your blood. So a vampire zombie. It's known to hop around, but personally all the stories I've read they can like run- so whatever you want to interpret that as. They're known to wear clothes from the Qing dynasty, the most recent dynasty (1600s-early 1900s).

There's a lot of causes to how a body can reanimate but I'm going just to list the ones I think make sense to what I'm writing about: The use of supernatural arts to resurrect the corpse; Corpse absorbs enough Yang Qi (Positive life energy); the corpse can also com eto life if the person who has recently died still have their soul in their corpse.

Appearance: Like I mentioned before Qing dynasty clothes are what's the most commonly seen with any media adaptation. This also goes with the hairstyle. They're known to have like dead skin, so I personally headcanon like a pale grey colour. They'll also have like a yellow tag with red writing attached to it, a tailsman. I think it's super cute becuz it's always attached to their hat in the front so they can see as well.

Skills: They're super powerful, and driven by hunger they're like feral dogs. So they're like definitely scary since they can run too.

(Now that the brief explanation of what they are is out of the way, here's the actual story)

(Did I just use my grandpa's name cuz I'm lazy? Yes. Thankfully we use a lot of the same characters as Chinese)

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Yiguang was just one of the many assistants under the emperor. Even if he had a fairly good government position after passing his exams, he was incredibly unhappy. For two reasons: the Manchurians and being alone.

Who were they to run the throne? As far as he knew, they were nomadic. Why are they running the biggest empire in the hemisphere? Regardless if they had power or not, the Han people had their own spot in their nation.

Yiguang was a smart man. Hence why he managed to get such a government position even if he was a peasant. He was an excellent writer and knew his boundaries. Hence why he worked for the Board of Punishments. Any criminal got their fair punishment under his word, other than maybe his boss.

Despite making a decent amount of money, he didn't have anybody by his side. His parents would constantly complain that there was no point in being wealthy if there are no heirs. Except he had specific standards. He just hadn't found anybody that caught his eye. So he continued on with his job, writing out sentences left and right.

One night, when he was on the way home after working much later that he usually does due to a destructive criminal, he decided to stop by at a restaurant. He didn't feel like cooking. As he stepped in, there was a banquet of some sort going on beside his table. It was loud, but he didn't pay it no mind. Ladies were singing and dancing while men drank themselves to sleep.

Yiguang simply ate his meal, only thinking about his schedule tomorrow. He was gonna have to meet a lady, one his parents managed to schedule a date with. Regardless, he hated it. As far as he knew, she was stupid, and knew no value of things other than her father's money pouch.

He found stupidity unattractive.

After he finished eating he left, deciding to take a more scenic route home. A slighly extra walk, but nothing he couldn't handle after sitting all day.

The path passed by a few taoist temples, forgotten after the increased oppression from the government. They were still nice to look at, even if some parts of the building were crumbling. He eventually decided to loiter and step into one.

They were all sorts of statues and incense pots, but that didn't interest him, so he walked further down the hall. Eventually he came to a small praying area, with a small statue. He stared at it, confused by its appearance. It was a statue of Yue Lao, the deity of love. Except half of his clothes were scratched off, leaving the stone underneath behind.

Scratched by a beast of some sort.

Yet he ignored and decided he would pray to Yue Lao. He wasn't the most religious, but it wouldn't hurt to pray for his high expectations to be fulfilled. He saw some incense lying around on the floor, but there was nothing available to light it, so he decided to just hold it in its raw form as he prayed.

A few seconds after, he decided to stick the incense into the abandoned pot, and stood up. Just as he was about to leave, the air felt slightly cooler. He turned his body away from the statue, and took a step. He then felt a gust of air, and blue cloth fluttering in his peripheral vision.

Huh?

Why was his body just lying there beside him? Where's his head?

.

.

.

Oh.

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It was a crisp spring day, the breeze ever so slightly cold enough to make a person shiver. A ship crew were loading cargo for a ship heading from the Eastern Coast to several destinations. One of the men grunted as helped carry over a delicate red, wooden box to the platform.

The box had no label, no destination, just a tag that said 'fragile ancient artifacts inside'. The men didn't pay no mind to it as they continued to haul more objects onto the ship.

Soon the ship was off, heading onto its long journey.

Too bad no one paid attention to what was inside the box. there was a damaged statue of Yue Lao, and underneath some cloth a body lay there. The Qi slowly swirling around the corpse, making its heart beat once more.

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Thunk.

Yiguang woke up at the sharp pain, gasping as his lungs took a few raspy breaths. His lungs felt stuffy, as if they hadn't been properly working for eons. He sat up from his bed, glancing around.

He was in a forest, the leaves yellow and orange, a few birds chirping at him. Why was he in a forest? Last he remembered he was on a pathway home...

He stood up, and look behind him. He saw a read box, with several layers of cloth underneath. The cloth was a light teal colour, stained with a crimson ink of some sort.

He hissed in pain, he leaned his neck to the side to crack it. Ow. It hurt way more. He stretched his body for a bit before noticing that his skin looked sickly. Too pale to be recognizable. He blinked before feeling his neck pop.

Just like he felt his face hit the dirt. He groaned. His body moved forward, and picked his head up. Picked his head up. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He tried to curse a Yue Lao, leaving him with a weird phenonom while he was still alive. Yet his body felt a sharp flash of pain creep into his very being. Was he being cursed?

Why did he feel so hungry? Like he craved warm meat, and some blood.

His body moved on its own as it started to run, stumbling through the woods like a maniac. It was late at night, the moon gracing him with its moonlight. He let out a hiss as he tried to locate prey. He never felt so animalistic before. It felt humiliating, but at the same time exhilirating.

This was the first time his life hadn't been flooded with rules and writings.

He continued to dash through the forest, his jade and red wooden beads fluttering around his neck as he continued to travel through the forest.

He ran and ran, until he came to a house. The light wasn't on. He wondered why his body brought him to such a place. He let out a coo of joy as he hopped into the fenced area. He sniffed the air, trying to locate a scent. There was nothing recent for him to snack on.

He scratched at the door, trying to get in. He decided to simply barge into it. Once it fell, he scrambled in, breathing heavily as he searched through nearby shelves and cupboards.

Eventually he arrived to a place that seemed to be kitchen. Except what were all the weird rectangular metal boxes? This was not a kitchen he was familiar with. He then saw his prize awaiting on top of one of the metal boxes.

A juicy, slab of meat.

He snatched it away from the surface it was resting on and took a huge bite out of it. It was cold. The middle still dense and firm. He chewed it easily though. His sharpened teeth allowing him to maneuver the meat down to his stomach.

He felt much better.

He decided he would learn more about these strange functions before him. He saw one with a weird hanging metal arm. He could see a few levers beside it. He decided to hit it.

Water immediately blasts out, and he shrieks. The kind a threatened animal would probably make.

He did not like this contraption whatever it was. He hit the other lever, and the water seemed to only burst out faster. So he continued to hit either lever until it stopped. A demon this contraption was. It's so dangerous for anyone. Who would have such a machine in their home? It needed to burn and die.

Just as he calmed down a bit, he heard a scream.

He turned his head. Another person stood not far from him, their bag forgotten on the ground. They looked pretty. He could smell their scent from afar. For some reason, the scent was wonderful. Like a love potion made just for him. He couldn't help but purr and pounce at the person.

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You had just arrived home from a long day of work and founded a strange man sitting in your kitchen, playing with your sink. Not to mention the beef you were defrosting no longer there. You couldn't help but let out a scream as you saw his strange twitches and sharpened teeth.

"G-Get out! I'm gonna call the police if you don't!" You get out your phone as you trained your eyes on him. As you took a better look at him, you note that his clothes weren't modern at all. They looked like something for a cosplay or a historical image of some sort. The fabric looked old, but of high quality.

He even had several necklaces. The famous jade material too. You saw a yellow tag hanging in front of his face. You recognized the writing. Some form of Chinese.

Before you could even talk to him once more, he let out a purr and tackled you, knocking you to the ground. He nuzzles your neck and jaw, hugging you. Your body could feel slight pain. He was way too strong to be human. You panic as he spoke in a raspy voice, "Mate...where have...been?"

His voice sounded like it hadn't been used in years, or just severely dehydrated. Either way why was he snuggling you? This was creepy.

You tried to shove him off, but he only held on tighter. His claw like nails combed through your hair as his cold skin pressed against yours harder. He let out a huff as he started to drag you to the living room. He lifted his body away from yours, before running out the door like nothing happened.

You lay there in absolute shock, flabbergasted because of what happened moments before. So you just laid there to process everything.

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You were tucked in bed, ready to fall asleep. When you bedroom door flew open, and the same man stood, his iris and pupil completely black as he carried a slab of meat in his mouth. He let out a purr, before holding a broken plate. He let go of the food, and let it sit on the plate before hopping over to you.

He held out the plate like a proud man. Like he had just achieved something wonderful. You could make a grimace in disgust as you stared at the raw, bloody meat. "Please get out of my house-"

He hissed. He set down the plate on your bedside table before burrowing himself into your bed. He let out a few chirps and grunts before shoving you into his chest. Once against suffocating you with his strength.

"Eat...mate."

He seemed to stare at you with eager eyes; hoping for you to eat what he hunted for you. Providing for you. Oh, he's just so elated that he finally found his person. Even if he's dead, he still go what he wanted most. Now all he has to do is to make sure they're taken care of. He's going to be such a good husband.

"Eat..." He insisted once more. Loosening his grip as you sat up. He made a little smile, equivalent of a doggy wagging his tail. Except he's an undead being.

You wanted to gag as you saw the grotesque sight before you. You needed to get this creature out of your house.

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Yue Lao what the fuck did you do?

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(I'm 100% writing a 2nd piece that details more about like his behaviors he does with his new form/home but I'm gonna end it here for now just so I can get something out)

(I know this isn't NSFW [becuz I would get banned if i did] but I still think it should fall under the monsterfucker category just because it is in fact a beast so- yeah. Please don't cancel me lmao)

(Lowkey running out of ideas so if anyone wants to drop something in my inbox as a request or just to talk about some possibilities I'll happily receive it)

- Celina

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Look, i dislike grace as much as the next louis de pointe du lac lover but I do think that a lot of the hate she receives is underserved. Y'all seem to think she was the villainous woman using louis and his fucked up sense of duty towards his family in order to live lavishly and then throwing him aside when he isn't useful anymore or because he reveals himself to be a 'homosexual'.

Like, idk what show we were all watching, but grace has never shown herself to be a homophobe. She's always staunchly supported Louis and whatever fun she makes of loustat's relationship ('is that a new kind of white' etc etc) is just teasing in a way that is obviously familiar to both of them, a kind of sibling bond. She even very cordially asks him to bring lestat over for dinner! She recognises his relationship with lestat, if not in words so much but at least in her actions.

Even after louis' is turning she does not turn him away when he attempts to reach like mama du lac. Louis turns up 'half a season' later, completely abandoning his family to seemingly get together with a white boy immediately after their brother (because yes, paul was not just louis' brother but grace's as well) committed suicide on her wedding day. she doesn't even judge his obvious supernatural changes and says 'he looks good', which we can also assume is reference to him being with lestat!!!

(I also find it funny how people don't extend the same amount of grace they do to any of the other characters to the character literally named Grace but that's neither here nor there.)

even when he turns up at her house after not being their for the twins birth, she invites him and leaves her kid in his care, showing that she obviously trusts him. she only got mad when he actively put her baby's life in danger by leaving the kid crying on the floor, something i feel she's very much in the right to feel like - because ya know, her kid could have DIED? babies are very fragile creatures, she dont know louis did it so he would not 'eat the baby', all she know is that her big brother endangered the life of her child.

and then he shows up at their mama's funeral looking like he don't even care along with lestat, who broke their family apart along with a young girl he claims is his daughter? that wasnt homophobia that was her being afraid for claudia because, remembering the baby on the floor scene, louis does not have the best track record with children and she still knows next to nothing about lestat but she does know (living in jim crow era south) that a white man is in no way equipped to deal with the problems of a young black girl.

I dont really have nothing to say about the coffin because that was kinda a bitch move but she obviously knows there something wrong with louis given he hadnt aged in like a decade or sommin now and she was probably protecting him from people figuring out he ldpdl in the future and lynching him for not only being black but the 'devil' or something.

anyway leave my girl grace alone she aint done nothing to deserve your shit

[mamayan]

How about Genya x muzans daughter reader....

+nsfw 😳

Don’t regret that creative freedom lol… Oooooo okay here we go~ I’m ngl I really love sub Genya rn~

Genya Shinazugawa x Demon! Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dubcon • Dom! Fem!Reader • Sub! Genya • Humiliation/Degradation • Condescending Praise • Bondage • Enemies to Pet/Owner (Lovers) • Fingering (M) • Milking (handjob) •Dacryphilia

P.2 Here

“Mmphh—!” Muffled shouts and banging filled the clean small room, empty of all furniture or any decoration.

“We should kill this insolent human—! How dare he injure the Lady—,” the strangled voice of a ghastly demon spoke, trembling but sneering up at the young man tied and hung from the ceiling.

Stripped naked aside from his fundoshi, Genya had awoke to realize he hadn’t died in the battle with that female demon, instead it seemed you spared him for some other nefarious plan. Likely it was to consume him, to which he wouldn’t go down without a fight. He hoped to severe your head from your neck before you got the chance, kill your worthless little henchmen too.

Because you were in a league of your own, more important and savage than even the upper six.

You were none other than Muzan Kibutsuji’s daughter, a demon so powerful it was a wonder he’d even held his own so long in battle with you. It was purely grit that kept him going, and surprise on his end when he took a shot and struck you. He’d gotten a little of your blood in the fight, consumed it and kept up with your deadly abilities.

It seemed that was all he could do though. Keep up, just barely. Unable to turn the tide nor truly defeat you.

The shoji sliding open caught his attention, but in the position he’d been tied in, he could only turn his head to look. As the pretty painted paper door opened, his dark purple gaze widened as you strolled in casually. You carried the same arrogant air as your father, haughty eyes narrowing in appreciation as they locked on him. It made his skin crawl, the look you settled on him. He had no where to run though, neither his katana nor gun, and he’s still tied and hung from the ceiling like a display.

It didn’t stop him from cursing you behind his gag, veins popping along his face as you waved away your reluctant henchmen.

“L-Lady…”

“Leave.”

They didn’t disobey a second time, exiting upon your words and shutting the shoji on their way out.

There you stood, neat and lovely in a beautiful kimono while he was still bloodied and mildly injured from battle, wrists restrained behind his back and hog tied to be strung up.

“Your name, human?” He hated how composed you were, vile creature of the night that you were. He’d rather you just act out your wicked plan without putting on airs.

He made another muffled noise, but hoped his sarcasm and fury were properly conveyed despite the cloth blocking any words.

“I’ll remove this so you may answer.” You moved slowly, zori silent as you neared him. He was hung perfectly to your height, face directly before your own as you stood expressionlessly. You removed the gag, not flinching even as he spit on you with his wild rage.

“FUCKING DUMB DEMON BITCH—! ILL KILL YOU—!”

“Hn. Test subject is volatile. Noted.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! FIGHT ME YOU DAMNED MONSTER—!”

“Test subject needs further examination. Prospects promising.”

“I WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK—Mmmphh—?!” He’s silenced by the gag again, this time the cloth being shoved completely into his mouth, your speed faster than any normal human left Genya unable to react or prevent the intrusion.

“That’s alright, you can stay quiet, I’ll just take a few samples for now. I’ll ask for your name again later, human.” He despises how careless you act, as if he’s some sort of cattle and not a living creature with free will. His wild gaze is blood shot, but he tracks your movements as you remove a small beaker from inside the sleeve of your kimono.

“I’ll need this filled. I figured you’d appreciate me taking the sample rather than those lower demons. I need it fairly quickly after all.” He doesn’t understand, even as you set the beaker down on the ground and rolled your sleeves up. “Of course, if necessary I can have them collect it for me. The choice is yours, human.” Your smile is beautiful, like a poisonous flower blooming, and something ominous floods his senses.

“Let’s see, I’ll need this out of the way.” You murmur softly, and Genya stills as he feels your cool skin graze his lower abdomen, smooth and soft as it trails lower and he panics.

“M-mmphh!”

“Oh, are you a virgin perhaps?” Genya feel his face flush at your bold words, unable to keep up with what was occurring. It hardly mattered how little he could understand, your hand didn’t stop again as it easily untied his fundoshi and exposed his flaccid cock to the cool air. His struggle increased, frantic and violent as he thrashed for escape, but he still in shock when you wrapped your hand around him. His stiffening doesn’t go unnoticed, your lips curving higher as you coo at him, as if he’s a child. “How cute, does this feel good, human? Do you like how my hand feels around your cock?” He wants to fight, he wants to kill you, but he’s been left powerless and despite his mind screaming with indignation… his cock swells. In your grip, his cock begins to harden against his will, a jolt of pleasure sparking through him as you squeeze.

“My, such a good boy, my judgement wasn’t wrong at all it seems.” He chokes on a cough as you begin to jerk him, the feeling so different than his own rough palm he’s fucked countless times, sharp spikes of euphoria shooting down his spine as he soaks his gag. “Wow, just like a dog. You’re drooling through your gag.” He feels his chest and face grow further inflamed at your observations, eyes pricking at the corners because it feels too good, it’s beginning to numb his mind embarrassingly quickly.

“Amazing. It’s twitching so much and I’ve hardly touched you. You really must be a virgin, about to cum with only this much.” He feels hatred and humiliation swirl in his stomach, but the pleasure keeps clouding his mind. He really is going to cum.

“Go on, human, fill it up.” His eyes look down to see the beaker held just under his tip.

“It’s just like milking a cow~” tears finally fall as his moan gets muffled and he cums, hot spurts of semen shooting into the beaker. It barely fills the bottom line though, and your tsk of annoyance makes him raise his head where it had fallen limp.

“This is all? I need much more.” Your eyes look villainous, cruel, hard, and a bit gleeful too, staring into his weakened watery gaze. “Be a good pet human, I’m not stopping till I have my complete sample.” Drool leaks out from the corner of the gag, sliding down his sharp chin and falling to the tatami mats below. He flinches and whines when you grip his slowly deflating cock, back arching as you tug it. You watch as his eyes roll back, fight leaving him considerably quickly. “Is this too much? Poor thing. I can make you cum another way though, don’t worry.” Your words do the opposite of soothe him though, as you dip a finger into the beaker and coat it in his own cum.

Then you’re disappearing from his vision, going behind him, where his body tenses again as your finger presses against the tight ring of muscle to his anus.

“Maybe you’ll cum more if I fuck you here.” He wants to shout at you, tell you that isn’t where a man is supposed to be fucked, but he can’t and you’re already pressing inside him.

It burns just a bit, but his release makes the entrance just slick enough for him to take it without hinderance. The strange foreign fullness catching his attention more than the mild pain. Then you curl your fingers and he nearly howls.

His soft tuff of hair falls back as his head does, eyes staring up at the ceiling when you pull back and hit that spot again, making his toes curl and his cock jump to life. You’re merciless as you play around inside his ass, smile languid as you make him shiver and twitch, his mind shutting off again completely while he uselessly humps the air with his engorged cock, the tip occasionally thumping against his groin and making him further soak through his gag with drool.

Then he’s cumming again, the damn beaker opening presses against his tip as he fills it with twice as much cum as his previous release. He wants to die of humiliation, wants to deny the pleasure bleeding through his defenses, but he can’t. Even as you kindly remove his gag.

“Look at you, such a good boy. You really must be an anal slut to cum so much just from me playing with your ass alone.” He can’t help the tears falling, wobbly lip opening and closing around nothing. There’s no gag stopping him from spewing profanities now, but none come to mind. “Now…” he looks at the beaker, only a quarter full now.

“Shall we try both your ass and cock this time?”

You seem to have intentions to devour him in an entirely different way than he thought.

Dividers by @benkeibear

[b4ckseat-bingo-ch4mp]

MEET THE CHARACTER!;

Born in 1941, Oklahoma, Kane Alden was what you could describe as a textbook greaser. He died during the summer of 1965 while... well, he can't quite remember yet. Maybe eventually something will jog his memory.

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name; Kane Alden pronouns; he/him sexuality; doesn't care much for labels age; 23 yrs date of birth; November 4th, 1941 date of death; July 27th, 1965

SUITCASE; - clothes; leather motorcycle jacket, wornout white pj shirt, braided leather bracelet - a wrench - marlboro cigarettes and a lighter - a letter, labelled 'for annie' - a swiss army knife - pomade - someone elses gold necklace

(note; hi its maple! :D, ill probably update this as i post more, as well as drop some of his lore on my main blog @r0sy-maple-m0th)

(note #2; ALSO ALSO! how he regains memories will play out slightly different here than they do normally, since obviously in his actual canon theres no such thing as tumblr. i just think its more fun if you guys could trigger his memories via interactions instead of him just randomly having brainblasts :> )

OOC NOTES // RULES

account is owned by a minor! i do make suggestive jokes from time to time, and you can too, just dont do anything outright nsfw cause thats creepy and weird🥰🥰

no hard feelings if you wanna bully kane or anything, just be prepared to be bullied right back lmao (in character ofc)

NO FASTPASS SPOILERS!! i am a fastpasser, but not everyone is, and id like to keep this a fun spoiler-free place for everyone!

BIGGEST MOST IMPORTANT-EST RULE!!

HAVE. FUN!!!!!!

you can do LITERALLYYYY ANYTHING as long as its within the rules and youre having fun, thats genuinely all i care about lol

OTHER ROLEPLAY BLOGSS

(for this blog im mainly gonna try to keep track of the oc blogs, so lmk if you wanna be added to my list!)

KANES GROUP; val; @crzy-gh0st madeline; @undergroundbell evangeline; @evangeline-diaries kipley; @getmeftoutofhere

OTHER OC BLOGS; boria; @boria-volkov margret; @margret-nevermore-student1 helen; @everybody-hates-helen ligeia; @sea-creature-fanatic ulalume; @ul4lum3 amerias; @amerias-the-hoplite eleonora; @eleonoras-library noeline; @fortheloveofnoline constance; @saltinmylungz sandy; @little-red-axeing-wood toshi; @nottokyodrift mika; @outside-apple-gurl marvin; @marvinisdead-donttalktome wisps (L.C, D.M, & G.H ); @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

(ive definetely missed A LOT, this community is growing so fast! /pos)

ACOLYTES annabel - @annabelleewhitlock prospero - @rats-of-death ada - @adaa-lovelace montresor - @asshole-cowboy-devil will - @diary-of-a-willy-kid (me!)

MISFITS lenore - @lenorevandernacht duke - @duke-laurent pluto - @purr-of-smoke eulalie - @imtheghostnow berenice - @berenicenevermore morella - @angel-in-green

STAFF deans - @nevermore-merry-official dolly - @nevermores-only-nurse poppet - @your-favorite-teacher-poppet wisps - @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

OTHER johnny - @johnny-kicking-up-dust luca - @way2rich4this theo - @theo-vandernacht prosperos mother - @motheroftheratman montresors mother - @blessedangel666 egaeus - @egaeus-exists wont wilson - @wontwilson-realwilliam prosperos rats - @rats-who-eat-you & @squeak-squeak-bitch the stag - @youcantrunfromthewildhunt manor girls - @victemsoffical void boy - @a-boy-in-a-void

[[ dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ]]

[possibly-in-wonderland]

introductions

hey, welcome to our blog!

collectively, our name is alice, and collectively we use they/it pronouns, but we don't mind if you ask who's out and about or lurking (sometimes it's not who you think) :P

{more information below}

*PL3AS3 TAK3 TH3 TIM3 T0 R3AD TH3 3NTIR3 P0ST, W3 MAD3 IT R3AL PR3TTY S0 Y0U'D STAY 0N TRACK. Userboxes, blinkies, and stamps are not ours EXCEPT for the PsychoCuties and TMA userboxes.*

Alice's Personal Project Status

Our Artist-Based Discord Server

COMMS, DIVINATION, AND OTHER THINGS AVAILABLE ON OUR STRAWPAGE!

note: we're pro endo, but don't care if anti endo's interact, as long as they leave harassment at the door (a "wipe your paws" policy). syscource is NOT allowed on this blog.

hey, little more about us:

we're bodily 19 and use "we" and "i" interchangeably (as stated in the userbox above). we're learning norwegian and our hobbies include noodling around on the guitar, crocheting, writing, urban and rural adventure, making collages, and looking for pirate radio stations. we're also ordained because we thought it'd be funny. side note, we may have a(u?)dhd and maybe some other things.

note: we're self-diagnosed, but we do a shitload of research before actually saying we're something. unfortunately, we have no access to anyone who can properly diagnose us with anything (and with the soggy wet cheeto that bought his way into office, we doubt that's gonna happen anytime soon, so bear with us).

anyway, this blog is mostly fandom stuff and shitposts we find funny (along with other miscellaneous things). DIS and i are working on a slenderverse series so you might hear about that a bit (and some roleplay stuff). we also bitch about the government and laws. a lot.

often yapped about fandoms here:

the habitualhybridverse (referring to @/habitual-creatures)

slenderverse

creepypasta

fnaf

minecraft

(more to be added)

tags:

we plan on better tagging our stuff from here on out. we've been better about cw tags lately, but we're referring to posts regarding who's posting/reblogging what.

Alice M. | Pronouns/Genders: 🗝️.txt

DISC0RD | They/It/Bun: 🕕🐇.txt

K.D | He/They/It: zombie posting

Unnamed Catfish | ???: 🐱🐟.txt

Damsel/Steph | She/They: 🫀🖌️.txt

Zooble | They/Them: 🧩.txt

Brian | He/They: 📟.txt

Bugs | He/They/She: 🐰🥕.txt

Anya | She/Her: 📓.txt

Cecil | He/They: 👁️‍🗨️🎙️.txt

Nightmare Bonnie | He/They/It: 🎸🐰.txt

Kat | She/They: 🥽.txt

Jon | He/They: 👁️‍🗨️📼.txt

Elena | She/Her: 🩰.txt

Sasha | She/Her: 🥡📚.txt

Alice D. | She/Her:

Needles | He/They/It: 🪡.txt

Jack | They/Them: 🦝⛓️.txt

Evan | He/Him: ⚔️.txt

Ash | He/Him: 🦾.txt

Nightmare | He/It/?:

Ushka | She/They/It/Kit: 🐱.txt

Paul | He/They: 🪼.txt

Milo | He/She/They/It: 👁️📖.txt

Susie | She/Her 🐊🪓.txt

NOTE: next time someone forms, just make this a separate post ~milo

NOTE 2: No. ~Susie

we doubt our resident fish friend's gonna really post, but it's there if they want it.

ask posts: ask.txt

hate mail: Hail to The King Baby

recipes: recipebook.txt

original writing posts: ink.txt

sideblogs:

@alice-the-arcane | alice's personal witchy blog

@joannes-journal | habitualhybridverse rp blog

@cinnamontoastedwords | steph's personal blog

@wonderland-after-dark | 18+ masochistic thought blog (mdni)

@wonderland-creations | our request blog

and though we don't write fanfiction (much anymore), we do still write. here's our masterlist.

masterlist

misc things:

don't send those "send this to x-amount of people" inbox asks. tagging in posts? cool with. the other thing? no. too much pressure.

[askthekoopsandjr]

Ludwig von Koopa (Head)canons

Cunning, conniving, and classy; this is the surface level of the pompous prodigy we all know and love... or hate. Here's everything you need to know about him to familiarize yourself with my story.

G͟e͟n͟e͟r͟a͟l͟ I͟n͟f͟o͟r͟m͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟

18 years old.

- Very important to note: Dragon Koopas do not age the same as humans. It is unknown how they age in equivalence to humans, but the adult age for dragon koopas is their early 30's. Dragon koopas can live for several centuries. The maximum years of life is unknown.

Transgender man, he/him. Gay, asexual, and amicusromantic.

-Transitioned after his 13th birthday. Chose the name Ludwig, loving the high end and fancy sound of it.

Is autistic and completely deaf. Uses hearing aids designed by Iggy to hear.

Ludwig has always been attracted to men, but after transitioning he went through a short period of "now being attracted to girls", because everyone has to be straight, right? Lmao it took a conversation with Kamek to clear that up.

- (P.S. Everyone in my story is asexual because "it"™ doesn't exist haha)

Eldest of the 7 koopalings

- All are biological siblings, born to the late Morton Koopa Sr. and Adaeh Koopa

Self proclaimed leader of the Koopalings. His siblings do not agree with this notion, reminding him that they're a team.

Adopted by Bowser, along with his siblings, at 12 years old

It is unkown exactly how his parents died, but he vividly remembers that fateful day.

- He has uncomplicated PTSD formed from this event. He doesn't currently receive therapy (yet)

Here's the whole story about that:

All creatures in the Mario world... the Underground whatever it's called have all the races/ethnicities of humans. Ludwig and his siblings are German and British from their father, and South African from their Mother.

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Of course, Ludwig is a lil bitch at heart. He's snooty, snarky, sarcastic, stubborn, bossy and arrogant... You get it. Buuuuut! He's not completely terrible and unpleasant. He has a certain persona he puts on when in the face of the general public. He's the GREAT and POWERFUL Ludwig von Koopa, he has a reputation to uphold! However; those who get the rare chance to know him outside of work and royalties will notice he's actually much more lively. He's witty, likes to make bad puns, and LOOOOVES to gossip for hours (whether good or bad) on end.

He usually favors the sound of his own voice, but he's a good listener at times, too!

As you might already know, Ludwig is a total drama queen and lives for theatrics. This means he will show off at any given chance, and act super extra. Think of Rarity from MLP having one of her "moments".

As he stated in Bowser Jr.'s Journey, he never backs down from a fight or challenge. This is driven by his insatiable need to prove himself and pride.

He used to beat himself up pretty bad when losing a fight or challenge, but has gotten a lot better at accepting defeat or trying not to be too upset about it. Take his loss to Mario in Color Splash as an example of him humbling himself and accepting defeat- but also take his loss to Waluigi in the 2020 Olympic Games as how he can still get upset.

He knows he can't be the very best at everything... but that doesn't mean he can't be in the top 5, y'know? So even if he is humbled after losing and embarassing himself, that only means he'll work twice as hard to perfect his skills for next time. I'll get you next time, He-Man...

Speaking of perfection, Ludwig is very knowledgeable and has seemingly endless talents. He can play over 200 instruments, excels in acting, is a surprisingly good singer and painter, and is very well educated in general studies. While wanting to be the very best certainly plays a part in why he's so ambitious, the main reason is because he simply loves learning and doing.

- He owns Ludwig Painting as seen in Mario Kart. His company is in charge of giving each kart their exterior paint job.

Time for a secret... Ludwig has always been an eager student, but has intensified to who is today because of the loss of his parents. Being the oldest, he believed it was his sole responsibility to care for his siblings. He would not allow the destruction and death from before to ever happen again. Once being taken in by Bowser, he quickly introduced himself to the luxurious resources around him to begin a journey of scholarship that still continues to this day.

Kamek was the one who gave the 7 of them their wands. This was not the first time Ludwig was introduced to magic, however. His mother was a sort of "earthy" witch, knowing how to mix up various potions and natural remedies, which she taught Ludwig. To hold a staff of power capable of virtually anything he could dream of, Ludwig chose magic to be his "major". Kamek would personally teach Ludwig magic beyond what he would teach his siblings, since Ludwig was the one who insisted so badly.

- Ludwig might have the strongest magic of his siblings, but don't let that trick you into thinking he's the strongest of them all. Usually, his showboating leads to his downfall.

As his siblings grew older (and with the help of Kamek to talk some sense into him), Ludwig stopped thinking it was his sole responsibility to take care of them. They didn't really want/need that kind of help from him anymore, and it was a bit frustrating to get that through his head.

Beneath those tough scales, Ludwig really does have a heart. He can be kind, and he likes to show affection. It's actually a lot easier to get along with him than it seems, so long as you have patience and don't let his self-absorption bother you too much.

Speaking of affection, he's not ashamed or afraid to let others know that he cares for them. It won't really show when he's engaged in battle, but find him in the castle on an eventless day and you'd see him acting like a normal big brother.

You'd think he'd want to be ruler of the Dark Lands, but that's not actually the case. He deeply cares for Jr. and knows he has great potential- hence why he's always trying to teach and point him in the right direction.

- Let's talk more on what Ludwig likes to do for himself: -

Ludwig takes excellent care of himself. He has an intricate routine for keeping himself radiant every single day (like scale exfoliation, etc). Every night, he puts his hair in curlers and wears a purple silk bonnet. He loves feeling physically fulfilled and looking his best.

His hair is his greatest pride. It's thick, reverently fluffy and voluminous. It's beauty brings him great happiness.

- His hair is naturally curly. It gets that shape from the curls. If you ran your fingers through it, you could feel the texture.

He is more than happy to tell you all about hair care and give you a few tips

He loves frills, hence why he wears that jabot all the time.

He loves to paint outside in the sun. He isn't too good at drawing, so he usually paints scenery and other things that require abstract shapes. He never sketches on the canvas prior to the paint.

This is so obvious, but it should be said anyway; music is his driving force and passion. He only has 5 officially published original works, but has so, so many more unpublished. He creates at a rather fast pace, so he decides to hold back on releasing them until he "feels" it's the right time. He has published many covers of existing songs, though.

- It was his dad that taught him how to play music and his mom who taught him how to sing. The first instrument he ever played was the piano, hence why it's his favorite.

Ludwig experiments with his music. Yes, classical is his favorite and what he's best at, but his passion is music as a whole. He's even dipped his feet in some alternative genres! It's death metal, heavy metal and the stuff Larry listens to (hyperpop, gabba, speedcore etc) that he can't stand.

- Since meeting Suzuka, he's been trying to be more accepting of the rock genres that he loves. He won't want to listen to it, but will support Suzie's decisions and even help him write his music sometimes (as long as it's not the "heavy" parts)

Before meeting Suzie, Ludwig didn't write much poetry, but as it turns out, he's fairly good at it! He and Suzie like to leave suprise love poems lying around for the other to find.

- He may have or may not have left ominous riddle poems lying around to mess with his siblings...

Ludwig is a pretty good cook and baker. He doesn't normally make the meals, since Bowser has employees for that; but if the chefs were ever unavailable, he wouldn't be lost. He likes to joke that he could easily replace the chefs based on his experience of making food for all his siblings. He usually says that to the head chef, because it amuses him to get under their skin.

- The head chef usually gets pissed at this joke, attempting to throw spices and utensils at Ludwig to get him out of the kitchen.

Ludwig loves the theater. He will go to every new show in any kingdom, even if it's in the Mushroom Kingdom. He knows that Mario will be breathing down his neck, but he likes to annoy him and act like he's never done any wrong and act offended at Mario's accusations that he would try to sabotage the show.

- Lemmy usually tags along, as he loves theater too.

Quality time is a must for Ludwig. He likes to hang out with his siblings individually, then all together. As much as he would like to have one-on-one time with Jr., it nearly never happens because the heir is preoccupied with his dad, Kamek, school, and learning to be a prince. He did at least get to teach him to dance once, though. (end credits of Bowser Jr.'s Journey)

- Quality time with Suzie is a whole 'nother story. The two don't spend much time apart.

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Ludwig loves all of his siblings equally. The ones he loves are the most important thing in the world to him. His deepest fear is losing his loved ones.

With Iggy: Ludwig often gets annoyed by Iggy's lack of seriousness and class, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy Iggy's company. They both share the insatiable hunger for knowledge, love of science and robotics. They get along very well because guess what? They're both cuckoo insane! I honestly think Lud is crazier than Iggy! Iggy knows how to make Ludwig laugh, no matter what kind of day he's had. Iggy is also a very touch affectionate koopa, so she'll often do this thing where he'll just stand behind Ludwig and rest her head on top of Lud's hair because it's funny. Iggy also manages to steal a hug at least once a day. And often pranks Ludwig with a joke very often. Hey Ludwig wanna get up dog what's up dog not much what's up with you

With Morton: Ludwig almost never gets mad or annoyed with Morton on his own. Morton likes to talk a lot when spoken to and is a very good listener, so Ludwig enjoys having long conversations with him. Ludwig likes to bake with Morton as well, since they both share the interest. He tried to teach Morton how to cook once, but never again after his hair was almost burned off. The two also share an interest in music, so Ludwig will use Morton as a critique when writing new pieces. Ludwig is also more than glad to serve as a listener to Morton when he wants to speak, and serve as feedback for Morton's very long fictional stories.

With Roy: Ludwig is very patient with Roy's short temper and aggressive nature- maybe because he simply doesn't want to get his ass kicked, or maybe he's just used to it by now. He's not often prone to being hit by Roy, given that he would get him back with a nasty magic trick. Roy usually picks on Ludwig verbally (the usual insults you hear about him. It's pretty funny). Regardless, he does not look down on Roy. When you're not looking, he'll smile at Roy's wisecracks and silly nature. Ever since Roy has taken his studies more seriously, Ludwig listens to him more often and ask for his opinion when on missions. Roy will actually ask Ludwig for homework help more often than you'd think. Ludwig is always more than willing, as teaching others is actually something Ludwig loves to do. Ludwig wishes he could show Roy a bit of affection, but we all know Roy's not a fan of that.

With Wendy: Ludwig and Wendy are the young and cunty Statlor and Waldorf. They have mad gossip and drama to share at all times, and confide in each other with their deepest secrets. Wendy actually transitioned shortly after Ludwig, which was the start of the closeness they still share today. They love giving each other make-overs and shopping together. Ludwig enjoys asking Wendy to put on a magic ring show for him, as he doesn't know how to use magical objects very well, such as her bracelets. He loves how graceful yet powerful she is. He considers asking Kamek to teach him how to do something like that at times. Ludwig is the one who taught Wendy how to style hair, despite having none of her own, so that he could ask her to do his. He secretly enjoys when others play with his hair, but trusts very few to actually touch it.

With Lemmy: Ludwig will act like he doesn't care for Lemmy's silly theatrics and clowny behavior, but actually very much enjoys it. He loves Lemmy's individuality and how he brings it forth to the spotlight wherever he is. As I mentioned before, Ludwig brings Lemmy along whenever he goes to the theater. Both enjoy sharing artistic ideas and even collaborating, whether it be on a stage-play or a painting. Ludwig wouldn't admit to this, but he is secretly awed by Lemmy's natural emotional maturity. He often thinks about asking Lemmy for advice or just having him as someone to talk to about his anxieties and fears, but never does because Lemmy is still rather young. He imagines confiding in his younger brother about these things one day, when he's older. (Here's another secret... Ludwig actually likes the circus.)

With Larry: Larry is the one Ludwig parents the most. Outside of missions for Bowser, Ludwig keeps a careful eye on his youngest sibling. That's a lot harder said than done, though; Larry is a hyper-energetic kid who's always wanting to do his own thing. Ludwig is constantly trying to teach Larry everything he can learn- which he's done a pretty good job with!- but keeps pushing Larry to do more and more, which frustrates and confuses the youngest. Ludwig just wants to ensure the youngest has everything he could ever need in life, but he comes off as though he's not proud of him sometimes. That is 100% not the case, but Ludwig is letting his fears and anxiety get the best of him. They do get along well, though. Larry enjoys playing with Ludwig, and typically succeeds in bringing out the elder's inner child. They have that special big-bro-little-bro bond.

With Jr: Just like with Larry, Ludwig wants Jr to be the very best he can. Considering this little one is going to be his king in the future, he finds it his responsibility to "guide" Jr in the right direction. Basically, he's copying Kamek's role in this aspect 😂 But unlike Kamek, who has many years of life experience, Ludwig is far too direct and talks too much for Jr's liking. The two koopas know that they care for each other, but sometimes personalities clash. Their interactions often result in banter and disagreements, but they can relax and just have fun on occassion when they put their ego's and stubborness aside.

💜 With Suzuka: Suzuka is Ludwig's one and only. He knew there was something special about him from the first time they met. They've been going steady for almost a year, and their love for one another just keeps growing. Ludwig will spend every second of his time with Suzie if he can help it. The two often indulge and collaborate on musical works and teach each other new things. Both koopas are well associated with the other's family, and frequent activities with them (such as dinner, helping out with chores, etc). Ludwig is usually the first to initiate physical affection, but both equally enjoy cuddling with each other at any time.

- Lore time... From the second time they met, he was drawn in even further after working together to help Iggy's stupid newest invention from destroying the jungle world (it's a long story). Suzie was smart, sweet and so unintentionally charismatic that Ludwig knew he had to forge a formal friendship with him. He thought it would be smooth sailing from there... But there was actually a small bump in the road. Ludwig was horrified that Suzie's favorite genre of music was metal (More specifically j-metal but to Ludwig it's all the same)! This actually upset Ludwig for a while, and he was not shy to share his opinions with Suzie. Suzie just went :3. He respected Ludwig's opinion, and it's not like he was unfamiliar with hatred towards rock genres as it was lol. Like the drama queen he is, Ludwig tried to distance himself, but Suzie invaded his thoughts all the time (and not to mention his siblings really like him too, and would hang out with him). In an instance when the two were alone, Suzie played some classical on the piano to get him to come around. Which totally worked, and (consciously) wooed Luddy for the first time. So Ludwig decided he would try to grow as a person (or Koopa??) for Suzie. He was way too special to ditch over something silly. The months would pass, the feelings would grow, and we end up at Christmas. With the holiday spirit in the air, Ludwig finds he can't keep it a secret anymore and confesses to Suzie. The two have been going steady ever since!

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Iggy always knew that Luddy totally liked Suzie like that. He thought that was super sweet and encouraged it! But Ludwig was like NO I DO NOT!!!! Which made Iggy go ?????@?!?@# They would have comical arguments about it, like:

- (they're humans in this magma doodle but it's fine it's the same shiz shhh)

Ludwig is a big foodie, with a heavy preference for sweets. He would autistically explain to you the history behind a dish and how it should be made/served

He went completely deaf at some point when he was 14. No one is sure how or why. He used typical hearing aids for a while, until Iggy devised his own pair that Ludwig could wear 24/7 without causing discomfort. They are charged by geothermal energy. If Ludwig happens upon a place where the heat from the Earth cannot easily reach up to the surface (for example somewhere very cold), the hearing aids will go into manual charge mode and have 24 hours of battery.

While Ludwig didn't had a partner before Suzuka, he did go on some dates in the past. Maybe 5 or 6? [I'm undecided lmao] They were all boys of higher class or with some title to their name from neighboring kingdoms, with the exception of one who was a Koopa troop guard in training. Ludwig doesn't really talk to them anymore, but would say hello if running into them.

His tail will wag when he's feeling affection for someone. Hugging a sibling? Little tail wags. Snuggling Suzie? Big tail wags. You get it

Is a total romantic. Will do the corniest things but look good doing it because of his talents in music and acting. He enjoys showing pda, usually through hand holding or keeping his partner close to his side at all times.

His favorite play is probably The Phantom of the Opera

He resonates with victorian goth

Claims to be ruthless, but has anyone actually ever seen him display such intense behavior that went beyond words?

- Even so, he does get a bit cuckoo at times. It may be a result of neurosis.

He actually doesn't use hairspray or gel

Of the siblings with hair, he's been able to teach Larry and Lemmy how to do theirs

He's fairly easy to annoy. It makes for fun pranks and jokes to pull on him

As stated in Bowser Jr.'s Journey, he's quite good at lying, deceiving, and negotiating. You may wanna be cautious around him.

It's really not that hard to make friends with Ludwig. It's just very dependent on the circumstances under which you meet.

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Wild, Spaghetti on the Wall Theory Time

Braius Doomseed is NOT a paladin of Asmodeus.

Based on Subclass choices, vibes, and the Sam with the out of nowhere curveball character trend that we all know and love. Sticking the rest under a read more bc this got...long.

I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out! Sam always has a curve-ball in his back pocket with the characters he plays from Scanlan to FCG, we all know this. It's possible that the back pocket deal is gonna be a last-minute betrayal bc, yk, Asmodeus but! BUT!!! Braius can cast Moonbeam, and since, according to his character wiki he's at least a ninth level paladin, he doesn't yet have the 10th bard feature that allows him to pull spells from other classes even when you're not College of Lore (he's a Tragedy Bard). This means that he's either Oath of Watchers or Ancients, and while Watcher's could make sense for the fight against Predathos regardless of what god Braius follows...that's a lot of paladin levels to have been brought out just since the gods were aware of the situation (like, a couple weeks I think?) and neither super seems like an Asmodeus associated Oath. (As opposed to, say, Crown or Conquest, or Vengeance, or Oathbreakder.) Plus, Tevan had no fucking clue who he was, and it seems like one of Asmodeus's lieutenants might be appraised of a high level follower of his Lord being tasked with going directly after Asmodeus. But Joy! You might say. Oath of the Watchers is pretty Neutral, and he could have just ! What about the sign he god from the ichor on the wall? Why would the god of Lies tell any of his followers shit? And if not Asmodeus who the fuck is Braius following??? Ok, so, first off, let's break down the Oath. I really, really, think that it's gotta be Watchers if Braius is really a follower of Asmodeus bc Ancients is not only heavily nature aligned (not something that the Lord of the Hells is at all associated with) but the language of the description of the Oath also seems heavily aligned with good (I mean just look at the tenents) and...y'all. I don't think Braius is a Watchers Paladin. First off, Sam never once asked (to my memory) about who was within 10 ft of him at the start of initiative, when Watchers would have given all of those people a bump on their initiative. Now, this could be 'new character who dis' except. Except. Sam did consistently ask Matt if people who were within 10 feet of him who were being targeted with Delilah shit were getting hit with spell damage.

Here's the Aura of Warding from the dndwikidot page on Oath of the Ancients:

"Beginning at 7th level, ancient magic lies so heavily upon you that it forms an eldritch ward. You and friendly creatures within 10 feet of you have resistance to damage from spells." Oath. Of. The. Ancients. Bitch. (also we learned that the name Doomseed came with the oath. Naaaatuuuuure. Also also, doesn't say who the doom is for) So next up, the symbol message...what the fuck was up with that? Just bc it was an Asmodeus symbol doesn't mean he's the only bitch who can interact with it...and it was specifically not coming from the structure of the symbol itself, just the run-off. This is not a super strong point, but Asmodeus is not the only god of trickery...but more on that later. Tevan Klask doesn't know who the fuck Braius is! Look, the Lord of the Hells is a lying-ass bitch. We all know this. It's entirely possible that he keeps his people out of the loop on each other. But he's gotta know that Tevan has a line to the people going in after Ludinus the most and it feels a tad weird that Hot Devil Man would have no knowledge of a high level paladin of his Lord doing the same damn thing.

Also, Braius didn't react, like, at all to Tevan getting banished by Ludinus which feels...a little weird. So. So. If not Asmodeus, then who? What other Trickery, Nature, romance (the flirting is constant which isn't necessarily a firm indicator but c'mon) alligned deity is out there with not only what is possibly the strongest connection to whatever the fuck is going on with Predathos, but also has direct experience with followers of one 'deity' masquerading as another which could have been extremely effective without actual divine intervention? That's right, it's the motherfucking Moonweaver!! Just going by her title, it's entirely possible that this bitch was ultimately responsible for trapping Predathos in the first place, and we've heard suspiciously little of her in C3. Her cleric domains include both Trickery and Nature, and she's heavily associated with deception, misdirection, lover's trysts, and moonlight.

Yk, like with a Moonbeam. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

(My second, last minute theory is that Sam's still playing a follower of Avandra who also has Moon, Trickery, and Nature under her domains. This would be extremely funny to me. Wait fuck I'm still saying Moonweaver for my first choice but the wiki is telling me that The Changebringer is the Archenemy of the Lord of the Hells...fuck. Fuck Sam did you do this Sam let me in your brainnnnn.)

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Do you like warhammer 40k?

yes. look at my OC's. tw // mentions of body horror and abuse //

i should probably mention as well; i've roleplayed all these characters lol.

This is Nockzius she's my tech priest oc who's a 20 year old biologis prodigy who has worked on Astartes, Xenos, and reversed dissected several daemons. She's a diagnosed psychopath but currently in an emotional down-spiral, because she found out that since she's a blank the Omnissiah cannot hear her. She's been beaten, betrayed, backstabbed and manipulated so many times. So because of this and several other instances of parental neglect from her father, she's completely engulfed in her own hatred and ravenous anger. Nockzius has gotten so close to insanity many times and I'm not surprised she hasn't completely lost it yet due to all the stress that she has to put up with.

This is Heilgard, she is my sister of silence. She was a training SoS during the Remembrancer program back in the 29th Millennium. During the program they had been attacked by a creature later discovered to be a slaugth, towards the very end of the campaign she had sacrificed her own life to fight and later spiritually consume the minor deity. Later on rejected taking the oath of silence as upon discovering the origins of the Slaugth she had assisted in forming a group of members who's sole purpose was to study the Warp. They are an outcasted group and would be considered heretics by law. Her blank radius is so powerful that she purposefully isolates herself in attempts to protect others from getting their soul annihilated just by being around her. Cats however are safe, and thus she surrounds herself with many of them. She is also my only character who canonically has autism.

This is the P.A., or the Pantheon as it calls itself. The Pantheon was a Super AI that used to operate an entire forge of a planet that made and sold thermo-weapons to nearby Noble Houses. But the planet later collapsed and became swarmed with techno barbarians, xenos, and rabid AI drones. The P.A. became dislodged from it's mainframe and had integrated itself into one of its many worker drones. This worker drone, carrying the consciousness of the Pantheon, had found and integrated itself into the body of a traveling noble named Alicia. The P.A. now wearing the flesh body of Alicia travels with a band of techno barbarians and attempting to sway them into getting her old body back. Alicia's body has long expired but her soul hasn't departed, so it's not uncommon for the voice box to occasionally malfunction and start talking like a human.

This is Oylmortiz my Mephirit Deathmark. Oyl had a severe irreversible malfunction during her transfusion, so regardless of how many times she dies and comes back, she can never speak. Her voice is permanently broken and she communicates primary through static chatter or beeping. Thankfully due to her job exclusively being a hitman, talking isn't that important. Her personal deathmark brothers have gotten very used to this and are able to understand her just fine. She is very loyal to her house and just wants to do her job. Despite all this she has the highest charisma stat out of all of my characters, I don't know how this happened. But the mute necron deathmark has the highest fellowship and it's the best ongoing joke I've had.

This is Hollowtye he's a BITCH. This mother fucking lord of CRINGE has decided halloween is his birthday and now it just IS. He's a greater daemon of hysteria and feeds off wide-spread chaos, which is why he enjoys halloween so much. But he's a fucking IDIOT. He has the highest intelligence score sure but that doesn't mean ANYTHING, HE'S A FUCKING IDIOT LMAO. He is NEVER invited to any Tzeentchian parties because they all despise him. He's a clown who fucks up the smallest plan yet somehow still comes out the winner, which is why tzeentch loves him so much but why everyone else hates him.

T̷͙̳͛͜h̷̠͂̊̚͜ǐ̸̥̬̼̫̿̓s̷͉̙̱̣̓̌̎ ̷̢͔͙̘͔̅̔͑̐ǐ̶͍͎̓s̷̗̐ ̶̺̥̊R̸̲̀̄̂͗̆͜ĕ̴͚́h̷̦̺̼̙̜́v̸̖̠͙̇͊̊̚ë̸̢̞̱̟̠́̅̒͐̅n̶͕͔̗͚͋͂̽i̸̝̰̝̇̓̓̈͜r̶̘̽̊̾̓́ ̸̳̹̪̽͘T̵͕̻̘͇̦́͂̑͝͝ȟ̴̝͍̙̬̭͘i̸̥͎̫̖͗̅͘s̸͍̻̙̯̺̃̐̇̀̾ ̶̮̺̤̻̖͛͌i̸̩͝s̵̺̀̉͜ ̷̨̹͇͆̃́͘̕W̸͚͉̬̱͋̅͊̍̂h̷͕̓̀i̵̬̩͍͛̔̚t̶̻̂̅͛̊e̴͈̳̿̕̕͠b̷͕͛̅a̴̦̜͐͒͋͘͘ȑ̸̰̱̜̜̪͒͋̑k̴̛̟̓̃͒͝ ̵̧̙̪̲̣̐͛͋͘T̶̪̳̟̎͐͜h̸̡̝̺̰̖͗̈́̑́i̷̠̯̱͓͊̋́̓̒s̵̰͈̃͌ ̵̧̈́͊͆͝į̷̟̺͇̘̀̿̆̈́͛s̵̻͛͒͛̆ ̴̧͍̰̃̆̍͘ͅT̸̞͈̪͇̓͜͝h̸̩͔̗̖͕͐̓͑͊ė̵̞̗͙͊́͝ ̷͖̤̎͜Ŗ̸̹͔̝̘̓ì̸̜͍̿ͅv̵̧̞͚̉͌e̶̝͆̐͂̑r̴̘͇̬̭͐̐̋m̴͈̜̮̅ā̷̩̖̺͝n̴͙͓̈́͂ ̵̪̍͜T̸̛̜̹̲̬̋͆̓̅h̷̹̔͌̕͜i̸̹̚s̴̺̼̰͠ ̵̢̥̠͉̖̏̾̓i̵̛̬̱̱͉̘̋s̷̯̟̙̋̈́͜ ̴̛͎͙̈̆T̶̘̮̹̦̹̓̈́h̸̩̭͇͚̑̂e̸̝͉̠̝̓ ̴̝̅͒̔̆B̵̮̼͚̉̐̄́é̷̡̨̤̩̃͗͆ã̶͇͍̈͘s̸̘͗̿ͅt̸̙̺͌͐̐̂̌ ̷̫̺͆͆̈͐́o̵̜̝̠̅f̵̢̧̠̲͉̀̇̈́̈̋ ̶̯̒́̏̈́͝ͅM̸͈̘͔̖̗̆̀̕ḛ̶͔͓̩͑̀r̸͚̈́̂̈́̄͜ć̶̠͙̜̿́͆̇ũ̴̜͇̌r̶̡̖̹̓̍̌̊y̶̼̖͝͝ ̸̡͍̤̐̚͘ṫ̷̛̟̭̘̄̽̈h̵͕͔͛̎e̵̗̤̗̍ͅ ̴̬̳̗̫͍̑v̴̡̯̘̝̫͊͋̾o̷͔͍̩͓͋̐͠i̶̪̤̕c̶͎̹͔̯̚e̶̠͖̅̄̕ş̷̔ ̷̫͑́̅̐͘t̴͚̯̍̋͗̍̉h̵̗̗̗͉̍͜e̶̛͕̩̱̎̈́̒̚y̸̥̹̳͆ ̶͚͂̀̈̒ẅ̵̪̗́̀̓̔̈́o̵̳͈̫͊́̓̄̚n̴̝̻͇̑̄͂͝͠'̸̧̾͋̆ț̸̈̓̓͘̕ ̷̛̫̬̃͘š̵̭̽̑t̵͎̻͙͙͉̅́̈́͐͝ŏ̷̜̎̚p̸̝̰̿̃̆͐̀