#human who fell asks

[mitzvahmelting]

please please please all i want is claudia/madeleine spending their six months of freedom on a Rocky montage training up their mind powers so they can come back and neutralize all the threats to their happiness together before anyone gets a chance to take a run at them

and by "neutralize" i mean i want madeleine eparvier fastening a collar around armand's throat and exclusively referring to him as "jeune homme" is that TOO MUCH TO ASK

[uncanny-tranny]

A really sinister aspect into how people view children and parents is the idea of children being a replaceable commodity.

I've seen this in the way people talk about parents who have lost children but have surviving children... "Oh, at least you have other children," as though a child is just an interchangeable tool, a machine that dispenses what you want from it without it being sentient, whole, and feeling. The fact that people say that in order to comfort somebody shows, to me, how deep this mindset is engraved in people's brains: children are interchangeable items, and they do not fundamentally matter.

[angelbitezzz]

So, what's your opinion on Crossbones and Starstruck, you two? (Oblivious)

Angel snorts and bops him on the shoulder before addressing the camera.

Angel pointedly ignores the amused look on the skeleton's face.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Help imagine mer!toru getting legs somehow and being a total monstrosity with them😭 kicking everything around and extending legs up into readers face

💀💀💀 PLEASEEE …… he would be so insufferable to deal with. he’d probably get the hang of walking quickly but i’m just imagining him tripping over his own feet at first LMAO…. like a newborn fawn……….

……. he’s kind of cute actually 🥺

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

I wanna talk about my ocs so bad but

That’s spoilers >:(

For something I’m probably never gonna write/draw

[cruesuffix]

What did alien Mick look like when he was in his alien body? Can you describe it? Like what would be different?

ok, I had to think about this for a while…but here’s what I got. so first off, I personally don’t think aliens have the same proportions as humans do. they do come in different sizes and all that, but I think their body type is essentially the same. they all have long torsos, long legs and long arms. you might think that makes all of them really tall, but there are plenty of short aliens on mars. they just happen to look a bit more goofyish with really long arms that almost touch the ground and legs that should look shorter and stockier but don’t. (other aliens usually call the shorter ones “chicken legs”) their heads are also a bit bigger than humans, and they can have either neon yellow eyes, or bright blue ones. their skin is typically a bluish gray. they don’t have hair, so all aliens on mars are bald. they also don’t have genitalia so it’s hard to distinguish male from female…usually aliens just wait until the other speaks so they know who they’re talking to.

so, for mick, he was at an average height for a alien (probably 6’3”). he had neon yellow eyes and really long fingers. some aliens have long fingers, some don’t. long fingers are actually seen as a sign of intelligence. blue eyes are also more common, so yellow eyes really stand out. his head also wasn’t as big as other aliens, and his bluish gray skin had a bit of a glimmer to it (most aliens of importance have a glimmer to their skin). he was like the beauty standard on mars and everyone wanted to look like him (in the sense that they wanted the yellow eyes, glimmery skin, long fingers). so i guess you can imagine his disappointment and anguish when his human body is nothing like his alien form.

(he would be so unused to having hair he wouldn’t even know how to take care of it, like the boys would have to show him how to comb his human hair)

i hope this makes some sort of sense. im still trying to figure things out in this au…so if it just sounds like a bunch of nonsense yall can tell me!

[possuminnit]

Lainey do you ever think about Art being a machine built for war and finding so much joy and tenderness in the simple life of raising a baby and bringing her to school each day and cooking meals that it can't eat, and then studying transmutation magic so he can take on a human form to do so to feel closer to him?

I love art so much I'm going to throw up and die

[kendricksendrick]

if this goofy little lets be a little bit more than best friends thing goes south who do I sue?

[cuteniaarts]

Best sisters, in any universe

(A.k.a: ever wonder what happens when a mermaid and a human have kids together?)

((as always, click for better quality))

[yourlocalcringekid]

HELP

Guys I just binge-read a hetalia fanfic that was titled as "Turkey x Greece" because I was bored,expecting cringe,and what I got instead was well-written angst,friendship,sickness,suicidal thoughts,philosophical thoughts,semi-kidnapping,trauma from nearly 400 years of slavery,and a weird feeling of rising patriotism in me,oh btw it's titled " Metanoia - A Greece X Turkey Fanfic " and it's by rnasque on Wattpad

[ahaura]

OH MY GOD SO THOMAS *DID* TECHNICALLY CHOOSE SATAN FOR THE LATTER HALF OF HIS LIFE?

OH MY GOD??????????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[soryualeksi]

tw child death tw harm to pregnant people

[alittleemo]

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[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

you know when you just vaguely recall the plot/vibe/characters from some show or film or book you saw years back and you get that 'hm, yeah, i could fancy that right now' but its so difficult to find because your memory of it is so vague and generic? yeah. hate that. dealing with it rn

[quarterlifekitty]

Ghost as the villain in your version of the Little Mermaid.

Ghost as an octopus merman, the prince of a ruined kingdom— once, long ago, having asked for a chance to court you for your hand in marriage, and refused by your father. Between human intervention, and the lack of allied kingdoms, his lands fell to ruin. He lives isolated in a cave outside of your kingdom, practicing dark arts— a skill that comes naturally to someone with so much bitterness in their soul from tragedies suffered.

He cultivates a reputation. Someone who can grant wishes, for a price. A last hope for the desperate. You would risk something as unimportant as your life if it meant a chance at your dream, wouldn’t you?

That’s how he meets you. You’d never seen him, he’d been refused by your father before you’d ever even met him, but he remembers you. Once the object of his earnest desires, now an obsession— unknowingly a symbol of the start of his ruination.

And now, in a further mockery, you’re in love. With a human man. (If I was feeling extra evil I’d make it soap heehee).

But this is a golden opportunity for him. If you make a deal with him, he could start on a warpath of reclamation. To possess all of the things denied to him— starting with a sweet little princess for a wife.

“True love,” he says, trying to cull the venom that’s bubbling in his throat at the mere idea of you finding happiness with another. “You’d risk somethin’ for that, wouldn’t you, darlin’?”

“You win his heart, and you stay on land with him, yeah? If not… you’re mine. D’we have a deal, sweetness?” He doesn’t mention to you that all’s fair in love and war, and he’s had more than enough experience in the latter to earn victory in the former.