#gone feral and need to cool it with drawing

[freakdoodles]

So I went a bit feral and finished god moon in one day

Card number 2 of @pillowspace god au and ive grown addicted to drawing gold

[lonelystarrs]

The Pudding

Barou Shouei x FemReader (Ft Isagi Yoichi)

Barou was acting like you’d been winding him up to brat tame, however you’d been on your best behaviour since Isagi came to crash with you guys for awhile, who knew he’d be such a homewrecker and not even release it was his fault. That pudding Barou was obsessed with do be good though!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • DomBarou • smut • Barou being Barou. • dirty talk -filth • this do be spicy get your face fans out• 5 years after Blue Lock • Isagi temporary house mate causing arguments • crack • established relationship • the ending tho 💀 isagi you homewrecker.

Frantic, aggressive and a borderline bully -Barou Shouei was showing all these traits when he’d stomped his way over to you, red eyes glowing as his figured shadow drew closer.

Normally you’d do something to warrant this kind of a reaction from him, brat taming you was something he enjoyed and something you found amusing to draw out in him.

Today however? You hadn’t done anything, in fact since Isagi came to crash a couple of days ago with you both for a few weeks you’d been pretty good. Barou only allowed it because Isagi was easy to live with, he knew this from his days in blue lock, collecting laundry and at least trying to aid his level of OCD with cleaning. He was respectful and he, unknowingly to you or anyone else owed Isagi a favour.

Why? That secret would die with Barou -and with Isagi if he kept his word on not telling anyone. Barou had actually asked him to try find out your ring sizes, which he had successfully done -fuck knows how he pulled it off and fuck knows how Barou bit his pride to ask. He wanted someone outside to get the job done, he himself or his sisters would be way too obvious. Apparently he took you shopping with Bachira who you had a soft spot for, the guys eccentric personality made it easy to fall for, he made you try on a load of stacking rings and Isagi remembered the one for your ring finger, clever little shit Barou had to give him that.

“W-wait Barou, s-slow down-“

You tried to tighten your thighs together in an attempt to block him but he’d only pushed his weight by his hips further into you causing you to spread them.

Normally Barou would prep you, much needed considering how thick and long this guy was, he was built like a god head to toe and taking him was always a stretch.

You were actually a little worried at how fired up he was, but equally excited by his sudden attitude shift, he was fine this morning but he was borderline feral at the moment.

Barou snorted a laugh, red eyes looking up to you as he held himself over you. Hands planted by your sides as you gripped onto his forearms to brace yourself, his huge biceps bulging as he held his own weight above you. His shoulders looked fucking huge, pure muscle hovering over you as sweat dripped from his body from his wound up he was getting not even cooling down after he finished a work out. His cock rested hard on your stomach, leaking at the tip.

“Huh? Where’s that cocky attitude gone, girl?”

Eyes returning down he watch himself as he lifted his hips, flexing his thick, heavy cock to hit his stomach watching the pre cum link between him, before dropping it down to press the thick tip to your entrance. You clenched around nothing as he pressed against you, easing the head in.

His deep voice making bumps rise on your skin, there was nothing unmanly about this guy, he oozes testosterone and gruffness, but that voice? God it got you every time, especially when he was threatening you.

“I’ll warn you now-“ he glanced up at you, his gaze harsh as he kept eye contact “-I’d find something to hold onto if I were you. You’re getting devoured, teach you to stop pissing me off.”

You swallowed and he was drinking in how vulnerable you looked under him, eyes glazed and doe like, it sent his ego soaring. The growl that left his chest was feral, eyes flashing as he tried to control himself from pushing himself in with one thrust.

Barou was mean, but not a complete sadist.

You moved a hand to press against the headboard behind you, the other remaining on his forearm.

He felt the tight ring of your cunt protest as he pushed the head in, you were so tight he couldn’t pull the head back as it gripped onto him and it was game over for you when he felt it sucking his cock in.

He pushed through to the hilt, bullying this thick cock through your velvety walls as they gripped him, milking any precum he had crawling up his dick.

“Fucking hell s’fucking warm, how you stay this tight huh? This cock not fucked you enough times?” he breathed out, not once dropping that gruffness his voice carried. He pressed his forehead against yours looking down at his cock buried in you. Barou was big, he had the length and the thickness but this man knew how to roll his cock into you.

“B-Barou s’too much please just -“

“Tch, thought you knew what you were in for? Acting cocky and now whinin’ cause you can’t take me? Suck it up princess, wanna help yourself? Reach down and play with your clit as I fuck you, it’s the only mercy you’re getting.”

You whimpered under him, your hips twitching to try angle yourself better as your pussy clenched around him.

Despite years of being together he was still a stretch to take especially when he’d been away for a few weeks for soccer and you’d not had him. This time, it was because he’d remained rather tame while Isagi was crashing at your place whilst he moved into his new one.

You had no idea why Barou was so pissed off, he only got like this when you’d been teasing him or winding him up until he entered his brat taming mode.

This time though -you hadn’t.

You pussy was soaking, drooling to your ass and over his cock and balls, he tilted his hips so the hilt of his dick rubbed your clit and you threw your head back with an unholy moan.

He withdrew slowly, a deep groan leaving him as he watched his thick dick slide from you covered in slick.

“You’re a mess, acting like you can’t handle it but she’s drooling for me-“ he thrust sharply, hitting that spot in you that made your breath hitch, your mouth fell open as you looked down in slight worry, your hand on his forearm quickly pressed against his six pack.

“Found it already huh? Tch, too easy thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

He rolled his hips beautifully into you, setting a pace that was borderline cruel -hard but not quiet fast enough to build your orgasm as quick as you’d want it.

Barou watched your tits bounce with each thrust into your pussy, hugging him begging it to fill you with his cum, but he wasn’t done yet.

Your vision blurred as he shifted you, only to focus again as he looked down on you folded beneath him. He had hooked both arms under your knees to push you upwards under him, folding you in half as his hands grip the head board behind you to stabilise himself.

Your eyes widened at what he was about to do, tears gathering in your eyes as he moulded you into his own version of a mating press. Mounting you like some animal as he stared down at his prey.

“You’re fucked now, woman.”

His first thrust hit so deep you almost seen stars, head kissing your cervix as he pushed to the hilt whilst rotating his hips in circles.

“Your safe word, you got it?” You nodded dumbly and he pressed a kiss to your leg, a fleeting moment of showing his softness before his annoyance for whatever triggered this took him over again.

Your hand moved to press a finger to your clit and Barou’s eyes followed to watch you rub circles into it, matching his pace to each round.

He was impossibly deep even he could feel resistance to how deeply he’d managed to bury himself into you -actual pride swelling in his chest at you being such a champ and taking him like this. Your clit was hard and burning under the pad of your finger as you eased towards cumming for him. Each squelch of his cock bullying into you, each slap of his skin as his balls hit your ass every moan that left your throat as you begged and spurred him.

Slurring words of adoration for him as he drank everything you gave him, his ego soaring with his heart as he started to rut into you violently. Knuckles turning white as his gripped the head board, sweat dripping from him onto you under him as he pushed himself physically.

“Fuck,” a frustrated growl left him, “-fuck you’re too fucking good.” His words through grunts as he kept up a feral pace. “-you’re fucking made for me.”

“Y-yes!”

“Yeah? You made for this king? Made to take this dick?”

“M-made for you- Ngh-Barou I’m gonna- hah- please I’m cumming, Barou- y-yes there, please-“

“Yeah? Keep fucking begging n slurring all dumb like that, makes me wanna devour you.”

He felt you start to roll your hips under him, your spare hand blinded reaching for his on the head board, finding it you gripped it, fingers laying over his. The finger on your clit started stuttering, picking up a fast messy pace.

“Cummin’ f’you- Bar-King, fuckfuckfuck!”

He smugly watched you lose it under him, body tightening and your toes curling, feeling your pussy clamp around him made him buckle slightly, edging him towards his own release. He didn’t ease you down, instead Barou shifted another gear as his pace turned fast and hard.

“S’Kings gonna fill that pretty cunt up-“

He flipped his hand, twisting it to lace his fingers through yours and planting beside your head, letting one of your legs lower. Barou pressed his lips to your leg still held up by his other, placing wet kisses between bites, panting through his nose as he groan into your skin holding between his teeth.

His thrusts turned sloppy but kept their hardness fucking into you like an alpha fucking his mate through a rut.

“Take it all -fuuuuuck!”

He hunched over you pressing his hips to yours as he spilled into you, cock flexing inside you as he moaned into your leg, red eyes half hooded and glazed. His hips twitched against you as you clenched around him, stomach muscles flexing in little spasms as he came hard emptying into you.

The room was filled with both your panting, coming down from your highs and Barou released you, sitting back onto his folded legs spread. You whimpered as his cock pulled from you now half hard as he softened. Your legs bent up and still spread, shaking as you felt the tremors start to inch up your body. Hands shaking you sat up onto your elbows, Barou was still breathing heavy, red eyes fixed on your swollen pussy starting to leak out his cum and he groaned again. It was the only kind of mess he deemed somewhat acceptable. Running a hand through his hair you could see him shaking lightly, a smug smirk made it’s way to your face.

“The fuck is with that smug smile? Knock it off,”

“You’re shaking.”

“I fucking wouldn’t be if you hadn’t ate the last pudding!”

“What?” You deadpanned at him, “-I didn’t.”

“Don’t bullshit me, I didn’t eat it and it was there this morning.”

“-wait, Barou did you just fuck me like that cause you thought I ate your last pudding?!”

“Hardly the first time, you act like a brat to get fucked like one. Got what you wanted now go out and replace it!”

“I can’t fucking walk! You literally just beat my pussy up!”

“Yeah? I’ll do it again until you stop stealing my shit!”

“I didn’t eat it Barou!”

Meanwhile Isagi sat in the spare room listening to you both from across the hall. -completely forgotten about that he was currently residing with you guys and was actually in the building.

An impressively raging hard on at the inspirational rough sex he’d just heard whilst looking down at his hands, one with a spoon and the other holding an empty container for pudding. He’d been eating it whilst you guys fucked like animals in your bedroom. Like popcorn at a cinema.

Man, Barou really liked his damn pudding, Isagi didn’t think he’d heard him that angry since he called the king a donkey back in Blue Lock 5 years ago.

He shrugged and cleaned the spoon off, ah well Barou didn’t know it was actually him who’d stolen the last pudding, ‘sides it was worth it listening to that.

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU... Notes on the Mystery Character, (Genet/Cheetah/Lynx/Bobcat), by Reader (and Kevin!):

• This character is only ever mentioned, never seen (actually, an old picture of them in costume is in epsidoe *** of season ** !)

• They seem to have been younger (yeah, I think it was mentioned in passing, like, they were maybe 13 when they joined the team, but they knew them waaaay before that, kiddo!)

• They're a feral mutant, I think? (yep! Kinda like Wolverine and Sabretooth! You remember them, right, kit-cat?)

• I found an old plush of them, I believe... (haha, yeah, kit-cat! It looks great!)

• From the pattern, it appears to be in shades of gray, brown, and black, with gloves and black boots, and a mask similar to Wolverine? (right, kiddo! They even had a little tail, if I remember correctly~!) (Really?) (yeah, kit-cat, it was so adorable! i wish the other ferals had tails... it would've been so cute~!)

• They were close to a wide range of characters, or at least were known and/or acknowledged by them, even villains or side characters (who knew old Magneto and Sabretooth and Mystique could be such softies? haha, but they were, kit-cat, if only for them...)

• This character (Genet? Cheetah? Lynx? Bobcat? Lion? what was their name?) might have been related to Sabretooth? I asked Kevin if they knew, and they said they didn't exactly know, either (well, i know a bit more now, but I'll tell you another day, okay, kit-cat?)

• Their real name never pops up, and I haven't found out what it is yet... Kevin, do you know? (hmmm... let me think... I'm not sure, kiddo. Let me look into it, and I'll get back to you)

• They used to go shopping with Jubilee and Storm; on a Christmas episode, everyone was opening some presents they had left behind for everyone, that they'd gotten but didn't have the chance to give before they disappeared? died? left? It was an emotional episode, but it made me feel warm inside, too... (It WAS a good episode, kiddo! It's important to remember those closest to you~♡ And they didn't leave, they were taken!) (got it, Kevin!)

• This character was fond of classical literature and poetry, as well as collecting trinkets from nature and thrift stores (P.S. They share a lot of my tastes... huh. They seem kinda cool... I wish I knew more about them...) (don't worry, kit-cat! you know plenty, okay? you're doing great so far!)

• Apparently this character was special in some way, but Kevin won't tell me why (because it will spoil everything too early!!! i want you to be okay with it, okay?) (Okay, Kevin...)

• They uses to keep drawing books and a notebook; the episodes where they open them show some of this character's backstory, as well as their inner thoughts, some of which might be... upsetting... for younger viewers... It was a good episode, it dealt with some heavier topics, but Kevin watched it with me, so I felt better (anything for you, kiddo, anything for you)

• Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Xavier, Storm, Beast, Morph and even Jubilee each had an episode where they dealt with and worked through their grief about this missing character; it was also very emotional, but a bit less heartwarming; more somber; made me tear up a little; it was weird, why was I crying? (well, it was all very moving! it's understandable for you to cry! if you need to cry, it's okay, kiddo. just let it all out, okay? i'm here if you need me)

• There was a lost episode where the X-Men villains discussed what was going on and what they knew and felt about this missing character... It was a little strange to see them care about them, but it was kinda nice, I guess, that they weren't all bad, that they could care... (of course~! i told you this character was special, kiddo~!)

• The character had a birthday pass while they were gone, and everyone in that episode was sad, depressed, and seemed to wonder if they had let them down... except Xavier talked about how they must not focus on the past, but the future, and Cyclops said they'd keep looking for them, because it's what family does. Everyone agreed, and they had a slice of that character's favorite pie to remember them and celebrate their memory... (... ) (Kevin, are you okay?) (yeah, i'm fine, I just- it reminds me of someone, and I really miss them) (... do you want a hug?) (aaaaw, kit-cat... i'd love one, especially from you♡)

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @danni1323 @vivid-bun What do y'all think? And who oh who could the mystery character be?) (We all know who they are, but I wanted to ask it anyway!)

[2econd2ight2yd]

I am obsessed with shadow the hedgehog and it’s becoming unhealthy. every single second of my life I am thinking about shadow. he’s always somewhere in my brain. every dream I have is about him or he has appeared in. not to mention how much I need to be him. I’m not saying I want to be LIKE him. I need to BE him. I don’t just want the motorbike and the gun and the tragic past, I need to be a hedgehog who is named shadow also with a motorbike and a gun and a tragic past because those are cool too. I only listen to songs from sonic adventure 2 and nine inch nails. I literally dyed my hair black. I have not worn a color other than black in months. I bought lavender perfume. I (tried to) eat coffee beans. none of my friends or family know how to talk to me because the only thing I will talk about is shadow the hedgehog. that’s all they know about me anymore. I don’t draw people anymore. just hedgehog. shadow the hedgehog. before I do anything I have to ask myself if it seems like something shadow would do and if it isn’t I don’t do it. I know that I am going to go absolutely feral when the new sonic movie comes out because if I see that emo ass bitch on the big screen I will actually piss myself and scream and cry and throw up all over the theater. this has gone beyond a comfort character. this is absolutely insane obsession character. if anyone has a solution to this problem please help me work through it this is ruining me I don’t even know who I am anymore

[inkly-heart]

Hehehehehehe

Muehehehehehehe

Hehehehehehehehe

I'm sorry that you have to see me like this but this is the moment I have been waiting for.

It's time to SIMP for my BOI RICHIE

I have so many questions about him that I'm sure that it goes on from simple ones to scenarios! I prolly got more than 2 batches of questions for him!

So I need to get out the BIG GUNS for this one! I'm sure you met her before! I hope you don't mind!

Forgive me if I went too feral starting from here, Please let me know if you got too uncomfortable, I'll tone it down! BUT IN MY DEFENSE-- /lh

THERE'S NO SHAME IN SIMPING PUBLICLY SHOWING YOUR LOVE TO YOUR SKRUNKLY!

Here we go!

What kind of kid was Richie in school? Does he get bullied?

I heard that he has a bad temper. Once he started to snap, would he be violent? Has his bad temper episode ever got him killing someone?

Can we still be reasonable and persuasive to him when he's mad? Is he easy to calm down?

Does he remember that he killed his father? Or was he experiencing dissociative amnesia?

What happened and where did he go after he burned down his house?

How abusive was his father?

He works on Accounting, but what kind of company does he actually work for? Is it a bank, a business company, an insurance company, etc.?

Is there a possibility that we could teach him how to say no without feeling bad for himself or someone else? As in, teaching him how to stand up for himself?

Has he gone to any therapy or anger management programs?

How does he feel about a clingy lover? Clingy as in very, very, affectionate--

--is he okay?

It's ok^^ I'm happy you like himxDD and sorry again that it takes me so long to reply back ;; w ;; ) I also really like these drawings🙈

1. Richie was one of those quiet ones who focused a lot on studying. He did get bullied but that also kind of stopped at some point when he lost his temper and fought back.

2. When he loses his temper he rarely gets violent.(this only happens if other person is violent/abusive towards him but even then he tries to keep his cool) he haven't killed anybody except his father (that was also more like a self-defense.)

3. He can since deep down he doesn't want to hurt anybody and calming him down is mostly easy.

4. He does remember what happened and that is also the reason why he tries his best not to lose his temper. He doesn't want to be like his father.

5. He left the area and moved to new place where the area is more calmer to get a new start.

6. If Richie didn't do what he told him to do or did something wrong his father punished him.

7. I admit this part I haven't thought much but maybe a bank?🤔

8. It is possible. It will take time when he learns to say no and not feel bad about.

9. He has needed but since he focuses too much on his work he hasn't managed to do it yet.

10. He doesn't see anything wrong about it. He's happy that someone likes him this much.

(I feel I was struggling with words again so I hope these makes some sense..xDD)

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Bite

Day 30. Doestarion. MIND THE TAGS. Song is Lose Control by Evanescence.

Every portal an opportunity. Doe stands in the room with its shimmering colours, the dais up to Baldur's Gate, there Waterdeep, there Neverwinter.

The master of the house is away.

Do it now. While you have the chance.

She walks up the steps slowly. Thinks about where she wants to go.

Who she wants to go home to. Closes her eyes. Steps through, so close, her hand closing on cool fingers-

-only to be yanked back by an all-to-familiar hand, Raphael's claws meeting at her wrist. She digs in her heels, pulls.

Astarion stumbles through the portal with her, his red eyes flashing as they land on the devil. Doe raises a hand in silent command.

Not yet.

'Mouse,' he chides, cold. 'Running away?'

'Going home,' she spits. 'Let go of me!'

'If you just obeyed you wouldn't be in this mess,' he snarls. In the space of half a heartbeat he moves; his empty hand strikes her with such stinging force she hits the ground hard, the air knocked out of her. Hot blood wells from the claw marks gouged from temples to chin, a mark of hatred, of ownership, of contempt.

'Fuck you,' she hisses, trying to stem the flow. Raphael steps forward, reaching out an open hand to grab her by the throat and lift her off her feet. He will taste her blood and remain unsatisfied, draw it again and again until she begs him to stop. He will throw her in the dungeon for this, like he did with Hope, and relish her descent into madness.

Her heart rages. The blood is sticky on her skin, running into her eye, pooling on the floor.

'If I have to spend the next thousand years teaching you exactly how to be a sweet little mouse who obeys her master-' he begins, before a mass of white curls fills Doe's vision, and the devil screams.

Astarion's fangs are in his neck, his hands wrenching his head back, the feral growl from his body sending shivers down Doe's spine. Raphael is still screaming when his knees buckle and he hits the floor, the vampire curled around him. Finally, when the devil sobs, Astarion lets go.

His mouth is smeared with blood, his eyes glowing with pure hatred. The pristine white ruffles of his shirt are marred, arterial blood dripping dark and hot from his bared fangs.

'It's only fair you get the killing blow, darling,' he purrs dangerously. The devil snarls in response, lunging to catch Astarion around the waist; he steps aside with ease, and in a blink the flash of a blade is in his slick fingers. 'Quickly.'

She takes the blade in her trembling hands, crawls to Raphael's body. He smirks at her, even as he bleeds out.

'Go on,' Astarion whispers. His voice is thick with longing, with desire, with the need to watch the devil die and his love be the one to do it.

She throws her weight behind it, feels the blade bite, wrenches it down with a terrible, rending crack of bone. And there it is, the human heart, beating once, twice-

thudum thudum.

'Doe, my sweet,' says Astarion softly. 'Lift it in your hands. Bite down.'

'What?'

'For me,' he breathes. 'Please.'

Her hands shake. The light in the devil's eyes has gone out. She reaches in. Takes the heart in her hands. Looks to her lover as the devil's blood coats her hands, drips down her wrists. 'I don't... I don't know about this...'

'Aren't you hungry, my love?'

'Not for this.'

'No?' He smiles the lopsided smile that's only for her, reaching to pull her up into a kiss. The blood is cloying on her tongue, but Astarion groans into her mouth, that sound that sends her knees to jelly. Heat pools in her belly as he presses forward, his other bloodied hand going to her hip. 'He tormented you for years, little love. Consume him. Go on...'

The heart steams between them. She lifts it to her lips, spurred on by the growl from his throat. Bites down. feels a flood of heat and iron, the acridity of smoke. He watches intently. She tears off a piece with her teeth, swallows. Feels the heat burn from the inside.

And he can wait no longer. Her back is against the wall, the heart falling to the marble floor with a soft, horrible splat. His tongue is cool on her skin, lapping up the blood he can reach, hers and the devil's- he captures her mouth, tears at her clothes, laughs when she rips his shirt. It's adrenaline, she thinks. The thrill. But he's insane. I love him. Gods help me, I adore him. Blood and fangs and all.

He's on his knees, tasting her arousal, coaxing babbling, incoherent curses from her, a string of whimpers and whines, his name half whispered on her breath. And then she is crashing into release and he hums with dark satisfaction, this monster. Her monster. And then he's inside her, drawing screams from her throat that echo in the House of Hope. It has no master, and neither does she, though she fears she may do anything if it is the feral creature before her who asks.

'I crave you,' he growls into her ear. 'Fuck, seeing you undone like that, covered in his blood... you sanguine siren. Mine, all mine...'

'Yes,' she sobs. 'Yes, yes, YES!'

'Keep count...'

'Two.'

'Mmm. You can give me more than that.'

He was an expert, of course she could. Another, and another, and another... and then his turn, the sharp bite down into her soft skin, the cry muffled, the spill aching and familiar.

'I think the blood of your enemies is my favourite look on you. Sweet little assassin.'

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[divine-misfortune]

I don't know what possessed me...feral t4t raindrop sex I guess.

@sphylor and @riverghoulsworld I offer you both an egg in these trying times.

Explicit below the cut; contains oviposition, tentacle fucking, and some mildly dubious consent towards the end.

The grass was not a kind or very pleasant sensation on his back, but the slight tickle and cold drag of it against his body was one of the few things Dew could confidently tether his mind to. Normally, this early on, Dew would still be a semblance of collected but like this it was harder. Without the glamor, without the need or true capability to retain humanity, in the true shape of a demon, Dew was slipping. Slipping fast.

Rain wasn't helping either, but Rain was further gone than he was. Dew couldn't fault him, what with the moon as full as it was. His rut had him by the throat, and Rain in turn had him by his. All he could do was dig his claws into the cool earth and take whatever shallow breaths Rain's inconsistent grip allowed him.

It could have been hours, or maybe even minutes. Dew had lost track of the concept of time the second the sound reached his ears, haunting and enthralling. Familiar like water droplets on glass. By the time he'd found Rain, the water ghoul was already reduced to instinct and need. They ended up in the grass, bodies desperately slotted together. His scent alone had Dew dizzy. It was all he needed to be coaxed back to the fur and shredded, singed fins from another life.

The place their bodies met felt feverishly hot. With the way Rain frantically rocked their hips together all Dew could hear the obscenely slick sound and the pulse in his own throat. Rain pushed his leg further with a low whine, trying to chase the angle that really allowed the drag of his engorged clit through Dew's folds. Every little nudge against his own left Dew reeling and weakly trying to meet the movements.

"Fuh..." Rain opened his mouth but could barely managed the single syllable. His brain was too clouded by heat and primal instinct to remember proper words. The sound dragged and dissolved into something close to a cry, as shrill as it was, it stoked the fire in Dew's belly.

"No words Rainy," Dew quickly reassured when he faltered and scowled in frustration. "Don't, don't need to talk, just take what you need."

He watched a sort of relief soften his features, eyes drawing shut in his concentration, and Dew felt another sort of warmth in his chest. Endearment. Rain was beautiful like this, scales and translucent fins making him ethereal in the moonlight. A mix of sweat and lakewater clung to his skin, droplets glittering like stars. The sheen on his body caught the cool night breeze causing goosebumps to dimple his skin, and made his nipples stand stiff. He truly was a siren, and Dew was well past enthralled. He couldn't take his eyes off him if he wanted to, and he did not.

Rain's lips parted wordlessly, abruptly pulling his hand from Dew's throat to the space between them. His eyes followed to watch the water ghoul curl his fingers inside himself, thighs trembling as he chittered with a slight urgency. He almost folded in on himself with a strangled sound.

"Oh-"

He jerked his hand away suddenly, hips bucking. A string of slick connected his fingers to his cunt as he withdrew, the thick muscular appendage creeping cautiously out after him, trying to immediately find friction against Dew's inner thigh.

Seeing Rain's tentacle always made his brain full on fizzle out. Stopped his thoughts in their tracks and left his cunt feeling stupidly empty.

"Oh Lucifer…" He breathed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You gonna fuck me?"

The water ghoul trilled, watching Dew through heavily lidded eyes. He swore there was a faint glow to them. The suckers along the underside caught against his clit as it ghosted over him, eager to explore the heat beneath it. Dew bit his lower lip, body unwillingly twitching upwards to meet it. If just seeing his tentacle made him restart, feeling the tapered tip circling his entrance sent his brain entirely offline.

It pushed into him without hesitation, the sound of it beyond obscene.

His eyes roll with a gasp.

It was thicker than usual, bigger than he was used to. Much like the rest of Rain, it was cool to the touch and more importantly, wet. He could feel Rain's slick seeping out of him as it worked its way deeper, rubbing curiously against his inner walls.

Rain's head tipped back as he tried, seemingly in vain, to thrust into him. His tentacle had a mind of its own, moving as it pleased despite Rain’s little movements. The moan that spilled out of him was enough to make his little cock throb.

He’d been content to let Rain and his heat-addled brain rut himself exhausted against his cunt, even if the only real pleasure Dew could derive from it was brief and far from enough. He knew Rain needed this more than he did, that didn’t change the fact his body still wanted.

The sensation of the suction cups catching along his walls, while not unpleasant, drew a feeble cry from Dew. It wriggled its way deeper until Rain’s mound was entirely flush to his, and the fire ghoul still didn’t feel close enough.

“Kiss me, kiss me, fuck, please.” Dew reached for him, voice pitched in a whine but Rain was just out of his grasp. His ribs felt confining. Desperation was apparently contagious. He wanted him closer. Selfishly needed Rain to encompass him entirely.

Rain dipped down to catch Dew’s lips and he never wanted to let him go, fingers finding purchase in the slightly damp curls at the nape of his neck. He could taste the faint essence of something metallic on Rain’s tongue, and the taste of blood didn’t surprise him. It went straight to his head. His brain, already fuzzy around the edges, felt further away. Not gone entirely, but if it meant letting Rain and his siren’s song in deeper, he’d gladly let go of it.

Dew winced suddenly as the tip of his tentacle prodded deeper. It probed against his cervix for much longer than Dew would have liked, he tried to endure it, nails digging into Rain’s bony shoulders, but the appendage didn’t retreat and neither did Rain.

He mewled weakly into his mouth, protest gone entirely ignored as Rain’s grip on him seemed to tighten. Instead of just rubbing against his cervix, Rain's tentacle pushed against it and he greedily drank in Dew’s sob. It was an unexpected and sharp feeling, the intrusion bringing literal tears to his eyes.

He couldn’t tell if Rain was shushing his cries or hissing at him for trying to wriggle out of his vise. Rain was intent on keeping him in place, even more so when Dew could feel sudden swell pushing down the length of his tentacle. His eyes went wide as Rain tucked his face into the crook of his neck, open mouth panting and licking over the old scars of his gills.

“Nn…Take, fuck, clutch,” Rain groaned, the first true words he’d managed to get out.

It was about the size of a golf ball and firm, forcing the entrance to his womb further open. Dew tore fistfuls of grass from the ground, full body shaking from the strain of it. When the first egg pushed past the tight ring of muscle Dew saw stars in his vision, the pain was white hot. The tears brimming in his eyes finally streamed down his cheeks.

After the first came the second and the third and the pain began to meld into pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the intrusion. His sobs died down into hoarse moans, left pathetically clinging to Rain. After the third his brain felt like it had melted from the conflicting sensations, dripping out of him just like Rain’s slick.

He’d lost count of them quickly. Rain’s eggs had pushed the last of the thoughts from his head. The water ghoul filled his body, his mind, his everything. All there was to Dew anymore was Rain.

His body spasmed weakly at one point, orgasm wracking his frame. All he could manage was a whimper and a hiccup through his slowing tears.

With a final stretch and a sudden gush of fluid inside him, Rain’s tentacle withdrew from him. Content to curl back inside Rain’s body as he shakily untangled their limbs. Dew felt a fresh wave of tears spilling over at the loss of physical contact but Rain wasn’t gone long, rearranging himself to be tucked into Dew’s side. The water ghoul rested his hand against his belly, thumb petting over the skin, and Dew could barely pick his head up to see the swell to his stomach.

Rain purred and nuzzled his cheek against Dew’s ribs. He felt like relief, cool against his feverish skin, the low and pleased vibrations lulling the fire ghoul into a drowsy state.

[siramay-the-showgun-dragon]

DR3 episode 10 Makoto Vs Munakata BREAKDOWN

recently someone else made a post about Makoto's feral-ness during the showdown he had with Munakata in episode 10, of course it's quite cool, but i feel some may take it the wrong way so i wanna set the record strait and also gush about stuff i love in that scene that people may not notice so first lets lay some context

future arc episode 10: prior to this Munakata has gone on a downward spiral of insanity being a knight templar and that his way is the right way and that he must kill all despair meaning everyone he even practically killed Juzo and even before his full berserk mode he was highly aggressive and hostile towards Makoto not listening to his words at all and belittling him, in short at the time he was far from "a reasonable folk" and Makoto at the time just had his girlfriend friend Kyoko die in which Munakata challenged him to a once and for all face off, in which Makoto bears his will and steady's himself, though being open about the pain in his heart of her apparent passing and this is important as his heart is his most powerful weapon ok now lets start

so we start with the precursor as Makoto walks to Munakata and they think over their ideologies. and how Munakata wants to pull a "kill them to save them" with Makoto and everyone cause he thinks despair must be destroyed and you know its interesting cause then Makoto says

i remember it shaking me how steadfast and determined he was, to stop Munakata at all cost but i just want to point out something from here on out that i feel is very important to what we shall be seeing

Makoto Planed all this

not the before stuff i mean as soon as he walked in that room he knew what he would say and what he would do, he had his end goal in mind he even says so near the climax with the doors but even before that he planned what would happen prior it may not seem like it due to how he always seemed on the losing side and sure he probably didn't plan to get beaten up so much but he still knew what he would do and how he would do it, and people don't talk about that much but this all shows how Makoto is much more intelligent then we give him credit for, but I'll explain as we go on

so then we start Makoto steps on glass to alert Munakatas attention, you can tell it's on purposes as there's no indicator of uncertainty or fear on Makoto's part, it's to say "i am here lets end this" as when Munakata speaks makoto still stands strong not faltering or fumbling. then he says "i wont hesitate anymore" makoto will face munakata head on and do what he needs to but even then befor anything he trys to talk down munakata saying how killing eachother is pointless and that they can still work together

of course munakata doesn't listen but no one can say Makoto didn't try

and that's when the chase begins, but who's the hunter and who's the hunted? that's what one must ask

so though munakata attacks makoto runs out closing the door as it's revealed in the end makoto knows munakata can't open doors and uses this to his advantage drawing distance and gaining time to make his next move, as

open door which of course Munakata knows is a set up,

but jokes on him makoto knew he would know it's a set up, or not, it's a win win either way because if he didn't know

deep fried zealot on the barbie! but since he did know he survived which leads to the next phase of makotos plan. and if any of you are wondering why makoto would do such a thing

he was always feral! he just didn't have much chance to act on it because he's polite and sees the good in people, but even he has his limits, so you best start appreciating the kindness Makoto shows in you when he does, well on to phase 2!

cause munakata survives with his sword and shoots makoto with tengans weapon which hurts of course so makoto runs off as his blood leads munakata exactly where makoto wants him to be he even says so

of course makoto knows about the fire extinguisher and he dosent just mean that but I'll bring that up in a second as we see makoto look around waiting for munakata who comes in soon after and makoto is hidden now holding the fire extinguisher to bop munakata on the head! which fails, he also throws it but that fails, now one ask if this could kill munakata but from my research it seems it would only hurt maybe konk him out as for something to hit your head and kill you it must be about 24 kg (52 lbs). for it to be lethal from arm length and the average fire extinguisher is around 5-10 pounds and as much as i like to believe makoto is this

hes more likely this

so that fire extinguisher is more then defiantly not killing just gonna sting maybe knock him unconscious which would be a win, but he failed but dont worry! this leads the phase 3! which brings up how before he threw it he planed on using it for its intended purpose, (which is a important part of phase 3)

because though it gets thrown away and jammed in the wall it BLOWS UP HITTING MUNAKATA IN THE BACK AND MAKEING A SMOKE SCREEN EVERYWHERE! which disorients and distracts munakata for makotos phase 3!

JUMP HIM AND PUSH HIM IN THE HOLE!

which leads me to point out something genius The dud fire extinguisher? It was the same one that Asahina tried to use to cover their escape in episode 2. Likewise, the hole in the floor is the one Great Gozu smashed for an escape route in the same episode. In "fighting" Munakata, Makoto made use of observation, deductive reasoning, and a pretty good memory; skills that he'd honed in his own Killing Game, which Munakata had earlier derided for being too orderly compared to fighting in the real world.

which of course leads to the kicker as they are both down the hole, munakata apears to have makoto right where he wants him right there in on a silver platter for a kill, but on the contrairy, makoto has munakata right where he wants him as makoto reveals he knows munakats forbidden action, and thus makeing it so munakata cant kill him and has to listen. moral of the story

munakatas like "your plan faild i am not dead" makoto:

this of course all leads to the epic confrontation scene

it was with empathizing and saying these words to munakata did he finally pierce his heart and get munakata to back down...

so much for useless platitudes ay munakata?

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

You feel like a lot of characters in Owl House lost their edge after a while, but have you ever felt that some characters suffered from the opposite problem, i.e.: they become too edgy?

Honestly no, the hero characters become some combination of nice and dorky and the villains are nerfed, with one exception: Belos.

After King's Tide, his evil actions escalate: he's gone full feral by possessing and consuming dead animals, does the same thing to Hunter, kills Flapjack, tries to bodyhop into an unfinished grimwalker, possesses Raine, manipulates the Collector, attaches himself to the Titan's heart, and then turns himself into a kaiju whose very presence is a literal cancer to the isles.

Give this man a medal for going balls-to-the-wall bonkers and turning himself into Godzilla.

As fun as it is watching Belos going hog-wild on the Boiling Isles, he does lose his metaphorical teeth. Many fans have said that he was far scarier when he had an element of realism in his villainy as you could draw a lot of parallels between his character and real world ideologies.

You can't do that with a 50 foot tall kaiju monster who just roars.

Belos was also more effective when he was possessing Raine because his biggest strength is manipulation and appearing kind and compassionate when the reality is anything but.

Instead of turning Belos into a giant monster (which really only exists to show a cool fight scene that a lot of animated shows need to end on apparently), I wish the show focused more on his backstory and using that to lead to his ultimate defeat, especially since his story got more focus in the previous two episodes, so it's rather egregious that there is no mention of it at all in the finale. And no, I don't want to hear about how Belos doesn't "deserve" that kind of ending, this is about set up, pay off and audience expectation; if you spend two episodes showing us more information that changes our perception of your central antagonist, only for that information to not play any narrative or thematic role then you dropped the ball.

[foreststarflaime]

All 50 "honest" fave prompts for Loki as a whole

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Hooo boy this is gonna be fun! Here we gooo

I’ll. I’ll just cut here bc this is going to be inevitably long. I tend to ramble even when I’m just asked one of these so I cannot wait to see how long this post gets lmao

1. Do you project onto this character?

As always with my favorites, yeah ofc lol, although actually in fewer specific instances than I can think of for some other characters at the moment. Honestly I liked him so early on that it might have gone the other way around. Gender weirdness, feeling the need to ingratiate yourself with people you need (not sure I phrased that one properly but anyways), (for comics Loki) I’m adopted too.

2. Did you always like this character? / 4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

Oh yeah, absolutely, I always loved him. One of my earlier favorite characters, particularly the marvel version of him, and he’s stayed drilled into my head!

3. What first drew you to this character?

Hmm it’s kinda hard to say, exactly. I think he was really the first/best trickster type character I encountered, and since that is my favorite character type, I latched on immediately. Also he is very gender and whumpable, so that probably played some part in it too.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

This is. Not the question for this character lmaooo Loki is very genderweird, and that’s I think part of the reason I love him so much. So taking this question as would I still like him if he wasn’t…whatever weird gender thing he has going on? I’d probably still like him, but not nearly as much. It wouldn’t be him. Them. Her. Etc, you get the idea.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

Not that I can think of? At the moment at least

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Not really? I mean it’s cool he has so much history behind him, but. I guess…the only different age instance I can think of is kid Loki from comics, and I liked him too, so I don’t think so really

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Not to be shallow lmao but yeahhh, he’s gotta be stylish and gender, it’s part of who he is!! For general myth Loki I’m not really as picky on designs as long as they capture the vibe, but for comics Loki, the scrappier and more feral he looks the better, and I do prefer the shorter horns I think.

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Hmmmm not particularly I don’t think

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

Yeah I do I think. I’ve always loved some good mischief and wordplay, tricks and riddles and thinking my way through loopholes. Some of the other things I said in projecting still apply here too, I’d say, and I’m sure there’s more not coming to mind immediately amidst all the Loki adaptations I’ve seen.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Loki: Agent of Asgard, especially the part in Last Days where he becomes the god of story, and then tells that story to the gods above the gods. Coolest most meta thing ever. Exactly everything I love. Altered my brain chemistry irreversibly.

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

Oooo hmmmmm…lots of fix its probably, lots of him finding someone who loves him (probably platonically, I have to think really hard to do romance and I don’t tend to like it as much). But there would be a loooot of hurt on the way to the comfort >:) also lots of legendary pranks gone hilariously wrong

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Probably a lot of him being goofy and mischevious. For comics Loki specifically lots of him doing cool things with that blue story fire, that is badass

14. Are you physically attracted to this character? / 15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to anyone sexually or romantically fictional or otherwise ever in my life tbh, closest it gets is gender envy. Which yes I very much do want to look like him lol

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

It is so unbelievably hard to get me to cry for anything. It’s not really a good way to measure how much something fictional has moved me since I can literally count the number of times it has happened on one hand. That being said, yes actually—I was very upset they decided to kill him off in the first 30 mins of Endgame and in such a sad way

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

Well I tend to feel things quite physically, so yeah. Never really connected that with the word heartache specifically until now, but I guess that’s what it is. Whenever I’ve gotten immersed in whatever thing I’m reading/watching, I tend to feel along with the characters I love like a weird sort of pain in my chest I guess? I’m having a hard time finding the words to describe it but yeah this definitely happens with Loki angst

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Hurt/comfort my beloved. The more angst the better as long as the comfort at the end matches it o7 that said moments of comfort do tend to stick with me for longer, being so rare as they are, but I wouldn’t say I enjoy one more than the other exactly.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

For comics Loki in particular, yeah absolutely. I’ve definitely sat down to read the first or third volume of Agent of Asgard after rough days before, and I recently brought them over here to uni to have at the ready since I’ve been so stressed lately. Loki my beloved you finding yourself gives me so much joy and hope

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Of course!!! That’s my guyyyy!!! I love him!!!! If you wrong him I will stab you violently :)

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

That’s my bestie!!! (NO romance) That’s my little brother!!!! That’s my idiot pulling crazy stunts and getting himself in endless trouble!!! I’d definitely choose him as a patron god!! That’s the weird guy whose soul is akin to mine!!!! I adopted him in my formative years and drew up so many connections and ideals and dreams between us that it’s hard to tell where I stop and he begins!!! Look just. I love him ok favorite favorite character for like. A very long time

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

I am not letting go he will escape me over my cold dead body and even then I will haunt him. Or he will haunt me I’m not sure

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

Um. See the above. Also made me go crazy feral for characters who mess with the narrative in a meta way, and/or have powers related to story in some way. Hence Foreststar, if you’ve seen anything about her

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

Ohh I think I did once but it’s very hard to remember. I think I was allied with him in that weird dream within a dream I had where I was fighting alongside a bunch of my favorite characters against…something, I don’t really remember, it’s been too long rip

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

Yknow. Shocking, it has never occurred to me until now to look up fanfiction about him. Unless you count all modern adaptations as fanfiction about myth Loki. In which case I read many and my favorite is when they crammed him into a superhero au

Yeah tbh I didn’t really get into fanfics until quite recently—dsmp days I read a little bit of sbi found family stuff towards the end, then I actually started actively seeking stuff out with Good Omens. I wasn’t allowed to be online much when I was younger and so it never really occurred to me to get into fandom until recently (here with ff7 is really the first time I’m actually interacting with other people about it online lol), just had some really good friends to gush about stuff with in person

I’d probably be quite picky with Loki fanfics tho since my idea of him is so deeply ingrained into my psyche

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

Anything romantic/smut excluded, I don’t think I could take it. It almost never occurs to me to think about him in that context. Well that’s the way I am with every character really, but. Hm I’d maybe accept Lokius stuff. Or stuff with Sigyn. Ok so maybe I’m not very strict about that. Maybe I don’t actually care idk. That said definitely excluding if anyone ships comics!Loki and Verity, let them be friendssss I am begging their chemistry as besties is amazing and that idiot needs to learn to love himself before he gets into any romance. Definitely including hurt/comfort tho. And tags with his kids as major characters. Parent Loki my beloved I need more of you

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

Well. See above. With shipping the baseline is that I don’t really care about romance as long as it isn’t smacking me in the face when I don’t want it to. I’m along for the ride if I’m in the mood. It is VERY rare that I will actively enjoy a ship and ships with him are not part of that exception

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Hm I don’t get defensive too often if we’re talking about interpretations, when I do it’s usually because people aren’t letting other people enjoy what they want, so in that sense no not really. Now if we’re talking about against other characters, well.

ODIN WHEN I CATCH YOU—GET BACK HERE THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT. YOU ARE DEAD THAT IS MY DUMBASS AND HIS WONDERFUL CHILDREN DONT YOU DARE PUT THEM THROUGH THE HORRORS. AND FOR WHAT HUH FOR WHAT 🔪🔥

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Oh absolutely. Dumbass loser <3

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

Hm probably yeah, he is my fav fav, there is a lot of attachment there

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

Nah

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Homemade cookies. Maybe my salmon I mentioned in the Angeal ask too. He deserves something made with love he gets put through the whump machine enough

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

I SUPPORT HIS RIGHTS AND WRONGS jk lmao. Well kinda. I know he has many flaws but I love him anyways and look he had good intentions ok

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

Hm not…exactly? At least not really in any instances that I can think of at the moment? Besides what I answered in the comfort character question, 19 I think it was

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

Well. It’s not exactly hard to do that, I always have a very hard time turning my brain off so I can sleep. So yeah, happened just last night lol

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

Yeah a bit ngl. Well not in the usual sense of that

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Absolutely not, when I like a character I cannot be stealthy about it lol. In fact with the besties, since we all love pjo and I’m adopted and have no idea who my bio father is, it is the common conspiracy that Loki is lol

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Both, I don’t think one really outweighs the other when it happens. As for distinction, usually turns to killing when I get defensive of him, see 28

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

I don’t think so? Aromantic and confused lol

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Reiterating what I said in 17. Yeah in a weird way

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

I do imagine self-insert stuff in an oc-y way for Loki a lot just in my own head. Don’t go seeking any out that anyone else has written. Probably prefer that bc he’s the character I’m most interested in in whatever story he’s in by far

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

If I was in the mood, sounds fun. Don’t do poetry much myself, I tend to prefer prose

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Snow. The mischief it can bring, whenever some child drunk on the joy of life stoops down to make a snowball and ambush innocent passersby. The mischief turns to grand fun in an hours-long war, with snow forts build and hot chocolate being made for afterwards. But maybe someone gathers a little too much ice in one snowball, and the mischief turns suddenly to wrong. He didn’t mean to. A heavy blizzard, raging outside and driving everyone inside, to sit around the fire and tell stories.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

Winter. See above reasons. Also a season usually hated and villainized, even though there’s plenty of beauty and joy that can be found if one looks in the right place.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

I mean he’s been my favorite for so long and so passionately that I kinda do yeah

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Not much? It depends how bad the interpretation is. I’m very hard to upset with this kind of thing—you can get me to enjoy pretty much anything, at least while I’m watching it. If I don’t like something I just kinda ignore/avoid it, or rant a bit to one of the besties and then kinda forget about it. If it was a really bad interpretation, I’d probably be annoyed, but not hugely upset.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

Oh yeah! Can think of several instances immediately for mcu Loki alone.

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

Agent of Asgard Loki’s iconic little gold hornssss and the green trench coat with the fur at the collarrrrr he looks so good and I need that outfit!!! Also love the choice to make one of them broken on his story crown. Also love that they gave him black painted nails

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Hmmmmmmmmmm so many to choose from that I like rahhh I think for my favorite I would have to go with how he refuses to be anything other than himself, no matter who he thinks that is, villain or hero or anything in-between. I find myself being a bit of a people-pleaser a lot, especially in person, so I really respect that. And kind of envy it.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

I’ll go with quote for now. Or scene really lol

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Out of one frying pan an into another!! (>.<)

Also sorry for the delay, I lost track of time!! Also, lowkey, I have maybe two or three more parts for this? (>.<) which is making this difficult for me… (TT^TT)

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

It started when Miles turned thirteen.

That night, he’d gone to bed and woken up around one or so, hot and sweaty and feeling sick. He’d rolled over in bed, trying to find a cool, dry spot on his bed, and growled in irritation when he couldn’t. The monos he had on his bed weren’t helping the situation at all, either, but he couldn’t just knock them off; Spurs and Rockets had been his absolute favorite movie of all time, and the idea of accidentally knocking off one of his toys or giving one of them away made him feel bad (sort of like he was separating them and they would never see each other again if he did; not only that, but what if they hated him because of it and started hiding from him whenever he wanted to play? It was very dramatic, and not something he’d grown out of just yet, even though he knew better).

Either way, he had been surrounded by them until his thrashing knocked several of them off the bed and onto the floor. Miles had felt himself zero in on those few that had fallen, and suddenly he wasn’t just irritated anymore; he was furious, a bright, red hot thing growing in his chest and in his throat.

He’d darted down without getting off the bed, yanking them up and behind him easily, and his parents found him like that several hours later: curled up over his toys, guarding them in his sleep.

Miles feels…kinda like that right now, swinging over New York with Hobie at his side. Something feral and protective growing in him, making him keep heading towards where the Spot was doing his thing while simultaneously trying to keep in front of Hobie, who shouldn’t be following after him because it’s dangerous, he needs to stay safe, Miles should protect, protect protectprotectprotectprotectprote —

“Oi!” Hobie shouted after him, keeping pace with him easily as they landed on the roof. Miles whipped to him, eyes wide under his mask, and Hobie put his hands up in peace. The soothing scent was muffled slightly by the Spider-Man outfits they were wearing, especially since Miles’s covered his nose, but it worked enough to clear Miles’s head. Slightly. “What’s happening, you good?”

“I don’t know, I don’t — ” Miles rubbed the back of his head, senses going haywire. He was focusing on everything and nothing all at once, smells muffled through his mask but sharper than usual, vision going in and out. “I can’t — my dad, he’s in danger, my — but I don’t — ”

“Ok, ok,” Hobie said softly, just as a portal opened up behind him. Miles was too far gone to really notice what it looked like; he acted on instinct instead, slamming into Hobie and knocking him down to hover protectively over him, the way Hobie had done when they were facing Miguel just a little while ago. Hobie let out a shout of surprise, though he didn’t move afterwards, and Miles felt himself glaring at the assortment of Spiders that had made their way through — Gwen and Peter B, Noir and Ham, Peni and Margo.

There was conflict there — another alpha, one who was close to the omega underneath him, a couple of betas with their hands stretched out placatingly, a couple of non-designated people doing the same. Miles was confused, disgruntled and irritated, and still feeling like something was missing from him. There was a wild feeling growing in his chest, making him lose focus on what was happening around him. The overlapping voices and sounds around him weren’t helping, drawing out more and more anger until —

The sound of crashing, loud and echoing, made him swivel around to see behind him. New York was falling to pieces, and suddenly the overlapping voices were quieted by the sounds of distant screams.

Miles didn’t think, just grabbed hold of the body beneath him and dragged it along with him as he made his way towards the explosions. There was a shout as he did so, but any call back went unheard; nevertheless, Mikes could sense the crew behind him, the others following his lead as they all made their way forward.

Where they landed was unfamiliar to Miles, who would’ve sworn he knew every inch and twist of New York before this. It was black and white, looking more like a child’s drawing of New York than the actual New York, and in the middle of it —

Spot stood there, looking around in apparent fascination and muttering something to himself that Miles couldn’t hear from where they were in the roof. He was spinning slowly in place, taking in every lack of detail around him, and Miles didn’t wait for anything.

He lunged forward off the building, dropping down so quickly that he managed to slam into Spot while his back was turned. The man let out a shout of surprise, and they both went straight into the ground. For a moment, Miles felt his head clear; he gasped in terror, genuinely concerned for a moment that he’d killed the man with the amount of force he’d hit him with, but then the Spot was throwing his head back with enough force to crack Miles right in the nose, and forced Miles off of him while he dealt with the blood that soaked the bottom of his mask.

Hobie landed next to him, followed by Gwen and Pavitr, then Ham and Noir. Margo landed in place beside them as well, all of them ready to back Miles up.

“Woooow,” the Spot whistled as he took them all in, “looks like the team got an upgrade!”

“Just surrender peacefully, and no one has to get hurt.” Pavitr called out, his voice serious. The Spot laughed, loud and clear, and cracked his neck.

“Well, since it is going to be a nine on one fight,” he drawled out, “that’s about as fair as I can make it.” He drew back into a fighting stance, “I told you, Spider-Man — you took everything from me. Now, it’s your turn.”

[freakdoodles]

Was going to make a swoopy tail and ended up with this instead oo;

When feral

[cassynite]

7 Snippets, 7 People

Tagged by both @knight-commander and @dragonologist-phd, thank you so much for thinking of me! My creative energy has been pretty low lately but this was very inspiring tbh!

Tagging (and im so sorry im nearly certain i will tag people already tagged by accident, and obv no pressure) @dmagedgoods @the-raging-tempest @undyingembers @spyridonya @rollofleaf @archduke-enver-gortash @thesolemnhour

Snips below the cut! Just from various things I am sloooooowly working on.

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1.

"The boats on the shore will take you anywhere, if you've got the coin for it," Eva says instead. "And you've got the right pass." She pins Evaethi down with a golden stare and then moves the map slightly, just enough to show a flash of the paper underneath, the grooves where a stamp had pressed into the paper.

Evaethi is still connecting the dots between Eva's words and the stamp when Eva places a careful hand on Evaethi's wrist. The skin is cool, slightly clammy and unpleasant. "Wouldn't it be nice," she whispers, "If we never had to see Master again? If we could go do whatever we wanted?"

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2.

"She was a child," Sparrow repeats. "One desperate for her father's love, and who never received it. Her greatest crime was thoughtlessness, not malice." She draws herself up and gives Daeran a smile she hopes looks genuine. "And if she hadn't run away, I likely never would have gone to Kenabres. So in a way, she is responsible for our meeting."

Daeran lets out a beleaguered sigh, but the frigid lines of anger have finally melted. "Yes, well. I don't enjoy this woman in our house, but it's certainly not my place to forgive her. I do hope she has grown up since your last meeting."

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3.

"It is my pleasure," he says, and turns his wizened gaze to Daeran. Daeran has to suppress a shiver from its intensity. His eyes are the clear blue of a cloudless day, shining ever so slightly with a light Daeran instinctively understands as divine--years channeling god-given power lingers even if he likely no longer wields a sword--and the gaze seems to peer right through him, to the rotten core infested with worms.

But he must not be using it, or he's attributing to the shadowy mass of hunger that watches Daeran to the shadows of grief: Sir Lant's expression holds nothing but cloying pity. "I never had the pleasure of meeting your mother," he tells Daeran, "but everyone in Mendev knew that a truer heart and a kinder soul didn't exist. Her contributions to the Crusade's cause and the church cannot be overstated. The world is poorer for her loss--but I hope I can help guide you to growing into the kind of man who would do her memory proud."

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4.

Sparrow's eyes widen and then--it's like watching a turtle retreat into its shell. The bright fury pulls back, closes down, her face smoothing into complete neutrality. If he hadn't just been watching her, Daeran would have sworn the emotion had never been there at all. It really is quite a feat; he can't think of anyone, noble or common born, who can seal away such passionate expressions so completely.

"I should go," Sparrow says, turning away and truncating the conversation. She directs her next words to the group as a whole. "We have a long day ahead of us, and we need our rest. Lann, I'll take second watch if you take first." And she walks away, stiff and lifeless once more, leaving Daeran with the fading electricity and the still-dirty pots.

Daeran sighs and returns his attention back to the dishes. The woman he was arguing with is gone--the emotionless, lackluster leader has made her unwelcome return.

He wonders what he can do to make her become that person again.

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5. (very mildly nsfw)

The skin on Sparrow's stomach was deeply sensitive, and Daeran's hand pressed against it was a shock of sensation that flashed through her body, settling between her legs. She could barely breathe; she felt like a half-feral animal dragged into the light, skinless and exposed, flinching at every movement. It was so much already, overwhelming in a way she'd never experienced before. If this was how she was going to react something as simple as a palm under her ribcage, how was she going to handle anything when she finished undressing?

Daeran sensed it too, she could tell. The warmth at her back receded as Daeran pulled away, his touch lifting; before he could fully retreat, she grabbed his hand, pressing it back to her torso.

"I just need a moment." Her voice was low, raspy, intimate in the heavy half-dark of the room.

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6.

It worked for Isore's purposes in this case. Depending on how good the intel of the incoming Hellknights was, they would arrive anywhere from the next few hours to dusk, and Isore needed to not be present when they arrived. He dipped the encoded notice into the brazier, letting the smolders of last night's fires catch it alight before he dropped it among the coals. Then he grabbed a piece of scratch paper only half-full of equations that were useful days ago and penned a quick missive: Gone to market. Don't expect me until nightfall.

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7.

Silaena won, her queen grabbing the checkmate, but she could tell he had let her. When he finally placed his king sideways, he spoke again. "It will be difficult to convince your father."

"He never actually disowned me," Silaena pointed out, the statement sticking a little in her throat. It had been a nasty surprise, even if it had worked in her favor; like he had known she would come crawling back one way or the other. "And I think once he knows what I am bringing to the table, he will eventually back down. There's nothing he wants more than for his direct line to keep Heaven's Edge. I'll give him that even if I give him not one other thing as long as I live."

[nightmare-dreamt]

Matchup For your favorite slime 🥺🥺💜🩵

welcome home- annnnnd hnMmMmmM FNaF 🩵

Matchup for 112!

Here you go and I hope u enjoy! Drink lots of water and gets lots of sleep :)

Welcome Home: Sally

You guys have very similar personalities and energies. You both are basically a ball of sunshine thrown into a small body… get it? Cause you're short… :)

You and her would definitely talk hours and hours about certain plays and musicals that have caught your guys attention. Sally seems like a Hamilton type of fan, but she's into the dark shit. Heathers all the way. She sometimes sees her as Heather and some of the neighbors as the other characters. ( Cough Wally, Julie, and Sally as the heathers, Frank as Veronica, and Cough If someone draws this I will actually cry and sob Cough)

You two would rehearse plays together and since she's the director she would make you the love interest and her the lead so the two of you could have your kissy kissy scene. But, she would be open about needing help when she does, but not too much because then she'll feel weak and useless.

The other neighbors love you and enjoy having you around especially when Sally is around since you make her, her best self. Going by Welcome Home logic, you would be the first to die, but my reasoning behind this is because you find out the truth and start freaking out and Wally can't have that so he does his weird little eye thing and oopsies, you're gone. 🤷‍♀️

FNAF: Roxane

You met the animatronic when going to go see the ultimate show, but when watching Freddy fall over, the show was cut short, or was it? To no one's surprise, you stayed back or more of you got lost and couldn't find the exit and it got to the point where the building locked you inside. Having that big imagination of yours, you went around wanting to investigate and that's how you landed in Roxanne's room… talking to herself.

The two of you were very confused just staring at each other until Roxanne tried to take you to the security room, but somehow you convinced her to let you stay. Now, it's just the two of you in her room talking and listening to her boast about how cool she was. Then, there was the incident with the little boy causing all of the animatronics to leave and go look for him. But, Roxanne let you come with, not trusting the feral stranger to be left alone in her room.

The two of you bonded after that meeting and once the little boy was found and things got hectic, you found comfort within the animatronic and made plans to visit a lot more than you had ever planned.

When visiting, you tend to stay the night and go around the pizza plex eating the shitty food and playing the games they have to offer. At first, Roxanne seemed to win all of the games, but within time you began winning and she seemed upset but deep down you know she's letting you win.

One night, when the two of you were wandering around doing who knows what. Freddy and Monty appeared trying to figure out who the human was and what they were doing after hours and that led to chaotic 112, who would likely jump on one of their backs and demand to be carried around. Now, you're friendly with all of the animatronics and have a blast with all of them, hooray! But wait… there's still Vanny/Vanessa and the daycare attendants.

When Roxanne was being sent to get repairs, you decided to hang out with Freddy and the gang, but the power went out leading to a strange moon chasing after you screaming about the lights. You were then dragged off and sent to the daycare spending the rest of the day with sun and moon which wasn't bad, until you fell asleep in the ballpit causing them to worry about leaving to go find you. And that's how you met Vanessa the night guard.

Trying to find your friends, you ran into the night guard who wasn't too happy with your sneaking in and staying after hours, but she didn't mind. You seemed to fit into her vibe and kept her on her feet when looking after the pizza plex and now you're able to get in without any worries of getting caught.

- Who would have thought being close with an animatronic would have its perks?

[angstandhappiness]

DUDE

@perfectharmonyloveschaos #kratos being afraid that he will influence his son to be like him: is a distant and somewhat neglectful father#his son: is so much like him only a smaller ball of rage that neither realise he also inherited from his mom#i love this so much#i wish there was an option to have blood in the game rather than it always vanishing#it would be so cool#gross#but cool

@butlerkitty this scene made me feel So Much... poor atreus. little boy :(

@the-awakened-insomnis This scene wasn't bloody enough in game. I like this drawing really scary. Also Atreus fuckin eyes💀

@aussiepineapple1st Just about It was exactly like that

@lovecraft-enjoyer kratos' eyes went through the 7 stages of grief

@tamanbunga123 Which scene is this

@dmzira @tamanbunga123 when Kratos is in the light of Alfheim, for him its a few minutes but in reality it was much much longer and Atreus had been fighting the elves by himself until he pulled his father out of the light. Kratos was mad (I dont remember why but I think he was pulled out just as he started hearing Faye) and Atreus snaps back that Kratos abandoned him again and scream asks why he doesn't care. The wording and realization of how long he had been 'gone' seems to shook him a lot

@the-support-character You draw Atreus so Skrunkly it makes me happy

@cutietears This scene is my abandonment issues/trauma fr :(

@dessertwaffle The way you drew this is just so Right. Thank you so much. I’m alive. Love you. You’re doing amazing.

@threi @dessertwaffle thank youuuuuu 😭

@renatogpadilla The EXACT moment Kratos knew how much he fucked up.

@starcourts #.jpeg#this shit fucking hurt !!!!#thinking abt the interview w sunny where he says he cringed at his performance in the og game bc he feels like he could do better but then#there were scenes like this that were so ….

@lacm-ac Ah kids...#just kids being kids haha

@fruitstealer #this was messed up i agree atreus

@anathash #gods same same#it was traumatic though 🫠

@forgedobsidian #oh that child is TRAUMATIZED traumatized

@just-in-the-nickleback-of-time #drawing Atreus as a little Creature TM is correct

@blackrabbit-megapig #Atreus yelling at his father about how much he wants Kratos to love him#while they’re surrounded by the piles of bodies of dead elves Atreus killed#will never not be funny to me

@peiskos-and-apricity #I become absolutely feral every time i see this scene somewhere#just absolutly tearing things apart while I scream#that child just murdered thousands of dark elves and was more concerned about his dad not coming back#like BRO#how are you not FUCKING DEAD#absolutely insane#i love him#also love how perfectly you captured his 'tiny pathetic wet cat of a child' and 'literally covered in the blood of his enemies'

@candlesofthebog #So Atreus? Still giddy to wield the axe?

@livingbythecreed #sunny's voice acting in this is just wow... broke my heart

@mayormimii #even covered in blood he’s the 🥺 emoji#okay but jokes aside that line stuck with me and i’m glad someone else seems to be thinking about it too#angsty 2018 atreus….my beloved

@botopsy #and then kratos just like NOT TELLING HIM WHAT HAPPENED#bc he's just Like That#u love to see the character flaws as they grow

@fandom-blackhole #just played through this part#and i mean atreus was a little scary during that scene ngl#but also like i just wanted to give him a hug bc fuck he went through it

@theholytoaster #god i love this#its so true#kratos get your stoic ass and get EMOTION OUT

@gaysparkler #GOD WHEN HE PULLS YOU OUT OF THE LIGHT AND YOU SEE ALL THE BODIES AROUND#AND THEN KRATOS TRIES TO CONNECT WITH HIM BUT ATREUS PUSHES AWAY ANY ATTEMPT HE MAKES#baby boy. baby.#kratos is trying so hard#HE CARES!!! HE DOES CARE!!!!!!!! HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SHOW IT#i need to replay ghjkdshgjshgjk#op your baby atreus is truly one of the best depictions of him i've seen

@k4ik4yk04 #// HIS STUPID GOOFY EYES GO GET HIS ASS . BOY !!!! this is so good

@ixorahh #top ten crazy moments tbh#tiny atreus literally bodying every enemy BY HIMSELF in order to protect his dad

@majjiktricks #ohh hes a fucked up little guy!

@changelinghearts #i forgot how bloodthirsty atreus was in gow 2018#my man was a little menace

@chorkless #nah atreus was valid for that#this fucks byw i love this

@bird-wells2144 #i think about this scene so often#something something metaphor something something

@ronsenboobi #the Horrors!!!

@aggressivekeyboard #wish the scene had been as fucked up as this#give that boy the Horrors#but this slaps

@acute-octogon #ooof pain#hug him and build a lyre with him please

@din-skywalker #this is why you need to hug your son more#and he does in r :)

@the-poorgroomsbride #love this scene#boy really let it all out#loved this whole chapter tbh#except the dark elf king guy he kicked my ass royally the first time#took me like two hours to beat him#and I was REFUSING to lower the difficulty#I was at the balanced level#do you have something to say boy#I SAID THE ONLY TIME YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME IS WHEN YOU WANT SOMETHING#god tier

@sapphcon-ic #fucking sick#wanna see a flashback of atreus defending himself against dark elves so bad

favorite scene

[gh0stn2]

finally finished the updated Guardsman ref sheet for Red, the entire time I was trying to draw this and color it, I had to stop myself from just staring at it since it looks so cool

for powers and abilites in case it isn't clear(my handwriting sucks and the text size is too big) are:

Normal form: short term flight from underarm glider wings, ear-piercing screech(only when scared), electrical discharge from paws, cable launchers from wrists.

Spliced form: Enhanced strength and speed and agility, controlled screech, enhanced senses, vocal manipulation, electrical discharge from paws, increased bone density(strong bones)

notes: eyes are animated(only for normal form since the lenses aren't present in the spliced form), springs within foot sleeves for skyjumps, legs switch from plantigrade to digitigrade when transforming into spliced form, the suit is designed to stretch and expand while opening to let out some fur, markings on the back will stretch a little .

lore time: during Guardsman's battle with Predator, he spliced himself with additional red panda DNA giving him a temporary enhanced form, after the battle he was able to produce a cure for himself from the lab equipment and it worked in reverting him back to normal, or so he thought, instead the altered form he became was stored inside him as an additional form for him to use but it only manifested at times of strong emotion(fear, anger, etc) slowly he realized that it wasn't gone but still inside him and everytime he turned he went feral shortly afterwards, fearing that he was a monster he tried to control it but found Dr Siberius(Predator's assistant) and asked for help in riding himself of it only to find out that this was all happening because the base of all splicers is feral wolf DNA, armed with this knowledge he created a splicer from the lab once again and removed the wolf DNA from his system giving him full control over his spliced form as well as the ability to fully control his screech,

I know it's a bit to swallow but maybe I'll start making lore posts and giving a more comprehensive overview of the whole story

also side note, the way the face tufts are on the normal form is actually how they're supposed to be drawn, I need to correct that on Red's normal ref sheet