#i forgot about tangos scar but its ok

[wszczebrzyszynie]

some space mining grians and cleos

[monggay]

hermitcraft x ducktales au w ok I'm putting this on a list

impulse as donald - dad vibes

tango as della - rocket to the moon

zed as gyro or fenton - mad scientists, maybe both I want him to have angst w tango but also he is sooooo fenton, theyre even both superheroes on the side

etho or keralis as gladstone - lucky gambling guys

xisuma as scrooge - he just has the boss vibes

Bdubs as fethry - nature gremlins making friends with animals (giant mutated luminescent shimps)

the triplets could be benchtrio mostly bc its weird to have just three hermits be children, Ranboo - Huey, tommy - Dewey, tubbo - louie

oh god I almost forgot about webby, webby as crumb? badass girls. does that mean that sparkles is ms beakley? badass maids. I'm not sure hm bc scrooge was a bit of an asshole to ms beakley ('i am not your secretary!!') maybe iskall? they fit the spy/hitman part. or aimsey and billzo as webby n beakley. I just think I'd be hilarious to have billzo as that one person that cleans xisumas house but also x never remembers his name so he's just called bill. no wait maybe jack. I want that w jack. wait this isn't even hermitcraft I'm talking Abt here anymore

stress as daisy - idk I don't rly remember that episode I just think she was rly cool and badass

scar as launchpad - crazy accident prone babys

grian as drake + pesky bird = darkwing

maybe grian Ren and impulse as three caballeros?

Cleo as Goldie - badass

maybe evil x as uhh I can't remember his name the main antagonist guy the Scottish one

hels as that other antagonist guy from scrooge and Goldie in the gold rush, rocketduck?

evil x also as Mark beaks maybe idk I'm running out of hc antagonists he just has crypto bro vibes

npg as the evil darkwing actor guy

grumbot as boyd - bc robot boys

doc as gyro bc mad scientists

idk I'm running out of character I don't remember much anymore

[drabblesaf]

what you did in the dark - Mieczyslaw Stilinski Smut (Void) - pt 2

REQUESTED: Yes, requested by an anon and three lovely users!!

“p2 please !” - @one-thread-can-save-a-life “Ooooh I love it! Do more!” @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8 (also thank you for the rb! <3) “pls do a pt 2 of bury a friend omg its so good” – anon “Ok hi, I need a part two of the bury a friend imagine for Stiles, like now please! It’s so good, oh my lord.” - @alopix861

Well, ask and ye shall receive!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, biting, blood, choking

SUMMARY: You knew that Stiles was possessed, but you had no idea to what extent. You would learn soon enough, when the fox took more of an interest in you…

NOTES: So this one was again inspired by a song, but it wasn’t a Billie song (I was debating using bad guy buuuuuut I found a slowed version of “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” by Fall Out Boy which I thought worked much better). You can listen to that here!

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged and asked for more – I literally posted that yesterday on a whim, and the response was amazing! (Also, thank y’all for allowing me to write more Stiles because I love and miss my boy <3)

Hope you enjoy, and you can find pt1 here!

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark, And besides, in the mean-meantime, I’m Just dreaming of tearing you apart

I had been trying to deal with what Stiles had said to me that day. At least, I’m sure he said it - rather, whispered it - to me as his hands wrapped around my waist, yet there was no warm breath in my ear. It was as though he had spoken in my mind, invaded my thoughts, and etched his words into my brain.

“My darling (Y/N), you should never trust a fox. No matter what.”

The words had been going around in my mind all day, and the weirdest thing was that nobody else had heard them. In fact, it was just as though everything was normal, as if our friend hadn’t been possessed by a fox spirit. An evil fox spirit at that.

So when I was heading home, I definitely wasn’t expecting Stiles to offer to drive me back to mine, “As thanks for everything you did for me yesterday. Even if we did end up falling asleep.” The ride back was nice, some old 80s song playing on the radio, and I was alone with my thoughts.

As we pulled up to my house, I turned to Stiles to thank him, but was instead met by his lips crashing onto mine. He tasted like the spearmint gum he always chewed, but also faintly of chocolate from the muffin he’d eaten for lunch earlier that day. He pulled away briefly, trying to catch my reaction, to which I responded by kissing him again, crawling onto his lap carefully (so as to avoid the steering wheel jabbing me in the back) as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in tighter to him.

I’m in the de-details with the devil, No the world can never get me on my level, I just gotta get you out the cage, I’m a young lover’s rage, Gonna need a spark to ignite

After a while, Stiles mumbled, “Shall we take this inside?” to which I nodded, breaking apart if only for a few seconds in order to get inside the house. As soon as we were in and the door was closed, our lips reconnected, tongues dancing a deadly tango. In the back of my mind, Stiles’ words were still playing on repeat.

No matter what.

No matter how good his lips felt against my own, no matter how much his hands ignited sparks everywhere he touched me, no matter how much I wanted this, craved all of this, I shouldn’t have trusted him. However, at the point we were at, I didn’t really have much of an option.

“Bedroom?” Stiles said, lifting me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. I nodded, pointing up the stairs.

“First door on the right.” The thrill that ran through my body was intense, and had the dark-haired teen not been holding me securely, I would have fallen over then and there. We crashed into the door, him kicking it closed behind us, throwing me onto the bed and removing his shirt.

The writers keep writing what they write, Somewhere another pretty vein just died, I’ve got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see That you’re the antidote to everything except for me

In Stiles’ eyes, there was nothing but darkness when I looked at him. “Oh, kitten,” he tutted. “What did I say earlier?” He said that last part as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to keep looking at him.

“No matter what,” I whispered, and he nodded. 

“Exactly. No matter what, you should never trust a fox. But, seems like you forgot about that part, overcome by your attraction for the boy, the host. Hmm, you should hear how he’s screaming currently, begging me not to hurt you. Don’t worry kitten, I’m not likely to hurt you anytime soon, as long as you do as you’re told and don’t try to do anything stupid or reckless. You can do that for me, can’t you?” 

I nodded, and he tutted again. “Ah, ah, ah, use your words.”

“Y-yes Sir,” I stuttered out, and he smirked.

“Good girl kitten. Now, I think you need a bit of a treat, but only if you comply with being marked. Can’t let anyone try and get their hands on you, y’know,” he said, before moving to my neck, tugging at my t-shirt for me to remove it. My eyes widened as he began to nip at my neck, biting as though aiming to leave pierced marks through my skin, drawing blood as he did so.

With every suck, bite and nip the teen underwent, I squirmed slightly beneath him, trying to not enjoy it but finding arousal building in the pit of my stomach. I felt something prickle at the corner of my eyes as I fought the tears that threatened to spill out, until Stiles said, “Let it all out angel. I thrive off your fear, could eat it up for days. And my goodness, kitten, you have so. Much. Fear.” He shuddered slightly, as if relishing the fear he was consuming from me, and kissed further down until he reached the hemline of my pants.

A constellation of tears on your lashes, Burn everything you love then burn the ashes, In the end everything collides, my childhood Spat back out the monster that you see

When Stiles reached the hemline, my breathing hitched slightly, and he chuckled. “Hm, do you deserve a treat kitten? You did let me consume your fear, even if it meant I had to go further than planned. Do you want me to repay the favour for you?”

“Fuck, please Sir, I need it so bad,” I whimpered, and he smirked. 

“As you wish. Well done kitten, for remembering to call me by the correct name as well,” he said in a satisfied manner before pulling down my underwear and diving in to attack my pussy. He gave fast licks to the clit, sucking harshly on it to the point where I may have exploded. However, almost as soon as he’d begun he withdrew, shoving his own pants down and off and palming himself, eyeing up my needy form in bed.

“Y’know, you look so good like this, an absolute wreck all for me. But it isn’t all for me, is it kitten? Part of it is also for the host, isn’t it? Well kitten, I will show you how much better I can fuck you than him. Get you screaming out his name because I look just like him. You’ll be thinking of his cock every time you fuck me. Except, that’s just it. You’re fucking me. So I want to hear you screaming out Sir, understand?”

I had no time to give an answer as he pushed straight into me, causing me to cry out in agony. If he had truly taken on Stiles and possessed him as he said he did, then Stiles was hung. He was stretching me out to a painful degree, but didn’t seem to care one bit. “Did I mention I also feed off your pain?” He said, grunting as he thrusted into me harshly. “That’s right kitten, I live for your pain. Give it all to me. I know you want to. Give yourself to me.”

He kept thrusting into me, and after a while I had gotten used to the pain, moaning instead as the feeling he was causing felt amazing. I felt lightheaded, almost swooning, until he pulled me up onto him so I was straddling him, legs around his waist and one hand wrapped around my throat.

“Want me to cum in you? Want me to fill you up with my seed? We’re going to be together for a long time (Y/N)...let me fill you up with my cock,” the teen growled, nipping at my ear as I felt my pussy tighten around him, causing him to release with a groan and bringing about my own release shortly after. He removed himself from me and lay me down carefully on the bed. My whole body was on fire from that session, and as soon as he left I heard a voice in my head before everything went dark.

“See you soon, kitten.”

[ontheapex]

The Veils of Medellin part 2

Up until my last day, there weren’t many hidden veils below the surface of charming Medellin. The cracks that appeared on the surface, was quickly overlooked, and sort of swept under the rug. I experienced exactly that on my second night, and because I was quickly captivated by the joyful sadness of that night of tango, I kind of forgot about it, and also decided that it wasn’t concerning because there was much more good here than bad. Was I right? Probably. Was I wrong? Probably. But to deny the reality was to be ignorant, and I soon enough got a harsh reminder of how real and polarizing this city is.

There is a dark side to Medellin, filled with danger, crime, addiction, and disregard. Valeria and myself met up in downtown Medellin, at the metro station, San Antonio for our night of live Tango. Having a little over an hour to kill before our table reservation we decided to check out the area and see where Salon Malaga was located. Directly below the station was this sort of giant outdoor bazaar. Whatever you wanted to get there, you could. It was jam packed with people, so much so that fear set in right away that I would be pick pocketed. Everywhere you looked there were vendors about four wide in the street, and a few feet apart from each other, with tiny lanes for people to walk through.  There was a food vendor selling Arepas beside a shoe salesman, who was beside a novelty gadget salesman, who was surrounded by what felt like hundreds of people in a few hundred square feet. There was police presence in some areas, which gave some reassurance, but the paranoia would not leave. It was overly stimulating, with people coming from all angles, and it was such a big area that it was quite easy to get lost. Now all that stuff I said earlier about the people in Floresta….well they looked nothing like these folks. Some sketchy looking individuals were constantly around, and there was this wild carnal feeling of a dog eat dog world. There was nothing welcoming or pleasant, but it was exciting and a rush filled through. I felt like my senses were heightened with concern, and wonder, but I also may have looked like a fool, by looking around every two seconds. From that point on, I walked with my hands in my pocket.

After getting out of the bazaar we made it to a plaza (town square), that was close to a big church. Not many people around, yet very busy with motor vehicles. I look around and see some metal sculptures that were not very exciting. Besides them were more sketchy individuals. Walking close the church, we realize we are in a pretty poor area. There are homeless people around, some folks barefoot, and some looking filthy, and tormented. One guy pulled out crack pipe right in front of me, and preceded to escape the nightmare that was his waking life. It was a culture shock, and one I didn’t see coming. All through these parts I was warned to not take pictures, for fear of being followed and mugged for my phone. My skin color was my strength, and I didn’t have much talking to do because of Valeria. The picture would have maybe described much more, but its maybe better I didn’t exploit an individual who was so far gone.

Shortly after witnessing this, we arrived at Salon Malaga, and the past was forgotten for a much more bearable and exciting darkness. I would however be confronted with a much more darker side to the city before I left.

My last day in Medellin was my most polarizing.  I started my day very early heading to the Medellin bus terminal, and Valeria and I stored our luggage at the terminal so we could walk around the city freely. I heard of a huge farmers market name Plaza Minorista that serviced most restaurants and hotels at 4 am when the Plaza opened. This ensures the best and most fresh produce is available for purchase. We took the metro from the bus terminal and yet again ended up at estacion San Antonio. This time we walked to a completely different side of the station and followed the directions of a transit worker at the station. The first street we approached, looked like another bazaar of sorts. There were various vendors selling things under the over pass of the metro station. The difference being, these vendors had all the products neatly organized on the floor at the bottom of the overpass, on top of a piece of tarp or some cloth. The closer I walked towards it, the stranger this market looked. All the products being sold were random things, like rusted nuts and bolts, broken hammers, screwdrivers, batteries, cell phone cases, hats, old cellphones, picture frames, fruit, and clothes. There was many more different things there, than what I’m capable of describing. I was so baffled by what was being sold that I didn’t realize who was selling these items. When I finally looked around to see who was selling these things, I was immediately surprised, and in the same breadth in complete acceptance. “Oh! This makes sense.” The vendors were all homeless people. They somehow foraged, stole, and stored these things in the hopes of selling them. Close to this homeless bazaar were motorcycle repair shops, cell phone accessory shops, and hardware stores. It was as if I was in a strange eco system of sorts, where the homeless folk were at the bottom, and they supported all the shops around, with some, of the random things they had. But what became troubling, was how many vendors there were. We walked about four blocks under the overpass, and almost all the pavement underneath had space taken up for commerce. It was a sketchy market, that was busy with cars, lorries, motorcycles, and pedestrians, but it felt sad, desperate, and eerie. Maybe it was just me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, at the dystopia I was viewing. I was discouraged from taking photos because of safety, and even if I could, I’m not sure I could feel ok with it, without feeling as though I’m exploiting these people.  

Soon enough we found our way to Plaza Minorista, and that started out as pretty cool. It was a huge area with many vendors selling fruits, veggies, tubers, and other things. It also had great little restaurants. Passing through, all these shops, it was either visually appealing, or simple smelt great! We got some sweet corn arepas called choco’s that were incredible, followed buy a delicious fish stew. I wanted to try everything, because everything looked a cut above the cafes and restaurants in Florista. After our meal, we realized there was completely different section that we missed out on. So we walked across a busy lane to another building, only to realize, we were in an indoor version of what we saw an hour earlier. Tiny retail spaces filled with things, and stuff. That’s the only way I could describe it. All the spots were so tight together, so tight that safety for consumers and vendors, not a concern here. One vendor is spraying some sort of chemical to a piece of metal, and beside him was an arepa stand. Across the arepa stand was a vendor who sold various tires; used, and new, car, and bicycle. Most of all it was dark and crammed in there. It was such a contrast from the other side of the market. At the edges of this building was something maybe even sadder. Smuggled birds, goats, puppies, hens, and pigs, were all for sale. The goats and puppies were quite sad to watch. They were crammed in cages with not much room to move. What’s worse was the amount of animals that were being sold. Hundreds, dare I say, thousands? You couldn’t help but feel sad. We asked a vendor that had a beautiful colorful bird, what species it was., but the vendor was not interested in discussing any of that, and just ignored us. We may have appeared too curious and untrustworthy, so we moved on, not wanting to further stick out.

I never meant to uncover any of these dark places in Medellin, but this was the flow of my journey. It just presented itself, and I will never forget it.

Afterwards we went to a fancy mall that had a movie theatre. We needed to kill some time, and decided to watch star wars. The contrast between the two places showed me the caste system of Medellin. You have money and can present yourself in a decent way, you can come to this mall, if not go where you can afford. All these thoughts came to me because I was in a comfortable area, and being able to clear my mind of paranoia and fear, and process what I had just experienced.

I’m not trying to paint Medellin as a bad place. On the contrary, it is beautiful, and stunning, with natural landscapes that form a symbiotic relationship with the cosmopolitan and modern amenities of the city, not to mention the welcoming and kind people, lively nightlife, and diverse food. This city certainly has more good than bad, and life can be easy here, but it will almost certainly be complicated, just like anywhere else in the world.  This city has felt enormous pain from it past, and it’s evident that it is still recovering, and has not been able to rehabilitate completely from its darkest days. There is nothing wrong with that. For now it’s has scars, along with some lesions. Scars are reminders of something that was broken, or damaged, that healed and left a permanent mark. Lesions always look ugly and grotesque, but can be treated. Time will tell on the progress of its treatment, and that shouldn’t stop anyone from experiencing this amazing city.