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weirdmarioenemies · 30 days ago

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Name: Gooigi (again)

Debut: Luigi's Mansion (3DS)

When I was playing Luigi's Mansion 3 for the first time, I was thinking, "I sure love Gooigi. I wish I could write a Weird Mario Enemies post on him, but we already have one..." but I now realize! That post was written before the release of 3! We had no idea! No idea.

Who is the Mario character with the most fleshed-out backstory? Is it Mario, with his monolithic catalogue of media appearances? No, the insight we get into his past is simplistic at most. Is it Rosalina, with her beloved storybook? She comes close, I will admit, but there is someone who comes closer! Can you guess who it is? Can you guess the character I am hyping up in the post with a big image of Gooigi at its forefront? Yes, you can! It's Gooigi.

Indeed, Gooigi has seven entire pages of lore from the official website, written from the perspective of E. Gadd himself, explaining his origins, how he does what he does, WHY he does what he does, everything! You can read it here, and I'm not going to waste time repeating what was already said. I will just paraphrase: Goo is made from coffee mixed with ghost energy. Gooigi is the result of Luigi's digital data being zapped into it for a default form. Gooigi was sent back in time to Luigi's Mansion 1 for training and research purposes, and is now stored in a canister in the Poltergust G-00.

Got it? Good. Here is Baby Gooigi. How precious! Back before he had any Luigi in him at all. This is Goo in a human-shaped mold, and you may notice the mold itself has no face. Baby Gooigi learned how to express agony all on his own! It's no wonder they took a photo of this milestone!

Now with Super Mario Bros. Wonder, we have TWO gelatinous Luigis to choose from. And why not both? Gooigi is a separate entity, so Gooigi and Wubba Luigi can coexist! But not always... when playing Luigi's Mansion 3 single player, Luigi and Gooigi must be controlled separately. Luigi is able to will his consciousness into the doppelgangreener to control its movements, and it's here that it gets extra weird! Weird to the point that this game basically has multiple possible continuities?

Gooigi is NOT scared of ghosts, at all! He is an anomaly to them! This is very much "distinct character" behavior. But how is this the case if Luigi wills his soul into Gooigi? Well, both concepts are kind of true at the same time! As we can see here, cutscenes will actually change depending on if the game is in single-player or co-op play, portraying different events! Really really weird! It's like if Schroedinger's Cat was a pair of funny green men, one with bones and organs, and one translucent. So what is the truth...? (Spoilers for Luigi's Mansion 3 ahead...)

In the ending, even in single-player mode, Gooigi is portrayed as his own sentient character! Even though this contradicts the "consciousness transfer" lore, I think this is the "true" intention for him. It's much more fun and less awkward if he can be active at the same time as Luigi! I also don’t think they care that much about minor gameplay features being lore-compliant, since Polterpup got pupils in the end of the second game, and those were removed in 3 without explanation.

Unfortunately, as the hotel crumbles after King Boo's defeat, Gooigi falls from the top floor and dies.

He even says "bye-bye" before the fall. I can't believe this. How could Nintendo allow something so upsetting? They thought it was okay to let Gooigi say "bye-bye" rather than "goo-dbye"? That has "goo" in it! It would have been perfect. (I am not actually upset by this at all and "bye-bye" is more in character)

After splattering on the pavement he reforms, because duh. He's goo. You can test this for yourself! Scoop a glob of mayonnaise out of the jar with your hand. Next, travel to the top of a skyscraper. Finally, drop the mayonnaise off of the side! When it hits the ground, it will not have died. Science Fact!

As silly it may be, I was a bit worried Gooigi might die for real, even though that wouldn't make any sense to happen. I was just thinking of modern Paper Mario, introducing new buddies only to take them away by the end. But I should have known that Luigi's Mansion is not at all like that! This is the series where they gave Luigi a dog, and that was that. We don't see Polterpup as often as we should, but it cannot be argued! Luigi has a dog. What would stop them from keeping Gooigi around? Nothing, that's what! He stays with E. Gadd, and is not going anywhere!

Just like Polterpup, I would love to see Gooigi more, though. I would love for him to be Luigi's answer to Metal Mario! Gooigi driving a kart! I don't care that he dies in water, and I don't think Nintendo would care too much either. I would like to leave you off with The Big Question. This is a new, distinct character, who is "genetically" similar to Luigi. As such.

#gooigi #luigi #luigi’s mansion #luigi’s mansion 3 #mario #mario allies #mod chikako #weird mario all-stars

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rindough · 6 months ago

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thinking ab boothill being seduced by someone working with the ipc so they can capture him... take the money and run by tamer... :3 - 💫

cw. gn! reader, fluff mixed w/ angst, strangers to fwb to lovers- then to enemies >:(, implication of suggestive themes

wc. 3,130

notes. STAR ANON IS HERE AGAIN :DDDD and wow this song, i LOVE IT, plus i think it rllyyy goes with the trope u gave. it gives the whole idea some sexy mysterious touch to it UGH but u know what makes it hit in the feels more worst? for this trope to take the "i shouldnt be doing this, but i must" typa route 😈😈 i actually edited the whole draft over the past few days, so i hope it's... understandable??? but oh man i rlly got carried away with this 🫨🫨 so have a seat star anon, get comfy n get something nice to drink and i hope u enjoy this AAAAAAAAAA

This song really, really goes well with the trope- so mysterious, much alluring so that Boothill does not pry his eyes away from your back as he approaches. His thoughts run on how many glasses would it take for him tonight to drown the tiredness that's slowly creeping up to him.

All the running, all the shooting. Boothill definitely needs some touch up here and there later but it's all worth it. His thirst tonight could never beat the thirst for revenge he has for the IPCs, especially for that shitbag named Oswaldo.

Through the waves of people and memos, he observes as he walks. The way Siobhan smiles at you, the way the bar's lighting illuminate your features, how you're dressed, it all suits you, he thinks.

Who is this all too unfamiliar person in his all too familiar bar?

"Usual?" Siobhan asks from the other end of the counter, eyes fixated on the syrup she's pouring into the cup.

"Usual, two big glasses."

As she begins to make your drinks, he finally plops down and takes in the stranger beside him, prompting you to turn to him as well.

It all suits that hard wall he's come to face when you meet eye to eye.

"Why do ya got a wall up like that?" Oh Aeons, it took a while for him to process what he had blurted out. Yet, seeing your eyes widened like that, it intrigues him.

You had felt the way this man has pierced holes through the back of your skull. Even until now does it sting, it burns to be under his gaze like that. Dangerous, yet so tempting.

You study him.

From the boots on his feet to the awfully tight pants he's wearing, there was no denying that those iconic target in his pupils had took your breath away.

He was more attractive in real life than the pictures you've seen in your office and reports.

"Huh, cat got your tongue I supposed..." He pouts and turns to Siobhan, who's just finishing making your drinks.

Finally you spoke, "Where are your manners, mister?"

With how your words slid past your lips in a sly, hushed tone, it pulls him in. Scoffing, he turns to face you again. "Asking me why I got a wall up high instead of my name?"

He rolls his eyes, getting a bit more annoyed since the fact you've taken his usual seat. "Says the one eyein' me down like no one's business. Care to explain yerself?"

What a hypocrite, it was his turn to eye you down now. Going from the crown of your head to the the curves of your shoulders, he comes back to face the color of your pupils and the shape of your nose. Your lips.

He thinks he could spend all his free time looking at you.

"You two know each other?"

Two heads now turn to the bartender, the question lingers in the air but she quickly cuts it off, "Anyways, enjoy your drinks, Gallagher's not here so I can't stay and chat all the time."

Watching as the lady slides off to her next customer, your eyes now fall back to target pupils that have already rested on yours. A smile creeping on your lips at the feel of your knees touching each other, now that you're both facing each other.

"Name?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n... very fitting for a person like you." He coos, smiling as he swirls the malt in his glass. Excitement boiling in him at the shy curl adorning your face. "Boothill."

There begins your interaction with the wanted man. He's a regular in here, yet from your studies there had been some days where the man in question does not come to the bar. However, the days you've picked out last week to visit Siobhan had became fruitful. Knees pointed to one another as you both engage in deep talks and quiet, flirtatious banter. Unsure when he'll see you again, Boothill offers you two days of each week for a rendezvous.

As selfish and attention seeking it may sound, he finds solace in your company, wanting nothing more than to bask under the light of your attention each night you two meet.

Hence, it's now the third week that you're here to visit him. It's a new routine you've been looking forward to in comparison to your work and other things in life. Now you're both here, knees once again touching, smiles exchanged while throwing in some flirtatious comments from time to time. But...

You have to push further. You have to lure the man in further. Partially due to your need to push the progress forward, and also to your dying urge to know him better, you asked:

"Do you feel anything, Boothill?"

He hums, his first drink already downed, leaving his hands to rest on the cool counter by your side. Through his side bangs, he blinks, having caught off guard by the question you've laid out to him. Yet, all he could do was reminisce that time whilst staring at himself through the reflection of the glass in his hands.

Boothill.

What has he come to?

Having put himself on the surgical table back then just to feel alive. Not an ounce of determination left him when he forced the request onto the poor doctor. But regret? Perhaps he did, he regretted back then knowing after the procedure he could not feel anything but pure weight.

"I don't feel anything, I suppose..."

Perhaps he had too much tonight now that he's running high on energy and feeling so many things, or was it the room that's getting more crowded by the second tonight and how vulnerable and alone he feels under your soft gaze?

"I don't exactly feel anything, more like can't feel much."

But what could he do, he drifts away from the glass and turns to you. It's better to look forward to things in his current state than to dwell on the past. It's something he tells himself from time to time, right now being one of them.

"I did it to maself," he puts up a hand between you, a playful look on his face. "But see? I do many cooler things now, this hand of mine's can do and has done many things."

The light weight of your fingers on the palm of his hand brings him to hitch his breath. He can't feel it yet he could tell despite being partially human, you still took into account how sensitive the topic was and to treat his hand like glass. The tension around you grows thick, air inside the bar getting hotter. He no longer feels timid and vulnerable, but more like he's determined to put a brave front for you to see and for you to seek comfort in. Your delicate dance on his metallic limp allows him to soften his gaze, but turns dark after hearing the words that leave your lips.

"What else can it do?"

Push.

"You do not what to know, angel."

"Oh, don't I?" Your gaze falls to how your hands lined up to one another, laid on the countertop. Even the cool countertop couldn't beat the heat that spread along the veins of your arm.

Push.

"What if I want to?"

"Fudgin' hell, ya sure don't give up eh?" He slowly sighs out the air he didn't know he's kept in, the smell of malt waves over your lips. He stood dangerously close, face daringly inching closer as if he was trying to tempt you, to scare you.

Yet, you know what he wants to do, and to be fair you wanted it too. It's hard to keep yourself in check when all you see, all you need- you want- is him. Maybe, you can let yourself go in this one. This one time.

There wasn't any time limit into how long you should capture him but definitely it should be done as soon as possible. That laughter of his that booms just loud enough for you to hear, that grip he indulges when you tug him out of the bar right then and there, and that praise and touch he leaves by the end of each coming rendezvous leaves you falling deeper into Aeon knows whatever this hole is.

Boothill knows he can't feel anything, but he does know that whatever's going on during your rendezvous is addicting. Not in the sense that he could drown himself in pleasure every week but he finds himself turning into someone he doesn't really know, or maybe someone he's lost a long time ago.

The cyborg himself knows he's different.

With a different body unlike his previous one, he could charge himself up to sleep, or be like a normal person and sleep in a bed. He could run on days without sleep and still be busting the IPC's asses and Aeon knows whatever stupid plan he has to ruin someone's day. Malt juice is now his go to for some sleep top-up and quick boost of adrenaline... but he realizes this later that it's unhealthy.

However, ever since this began he finds everyday to be less... taxing. To be less dull, less redundant, and he looks forward to it. Meeting you, catching up with you, ending the night with you, this whole thing is basically like a reward system for him. But because he knows this new routine is starting to change him for the better, he's happier. He's more pumped, getting more sleep, even he begins to try to be a little bit more careful during his fights or shenanigans.

And as the cyborg finds change to be an exciting challenge, he indeed loves it when it benefits both sides. He finds comfort in the way you turn in your sleep to curl into him, how despite you had to rush and leave for the morning you still find time to brush your finger along the scar by his eye. He finds solace in the words you speak and the secrets you shared amongst yourselves.

And tonight, there laid you in between the sheets in the all too familiar bedroom.

You study him.

The way the metallic surface rises and falls in rhythm to his breathing, his mouth slightly agape and head tilted aside in his sleep. How he without fail folds whichever leg in that's equivalent to the side of bed he's sleeping on.

Today, tonight, this time, you do not trace his chest. You mustn't, no matter how strong the urge was especially tonight. Silently cursing at how this had developed into a habit, you slip out of the sheets and into your pants and top.

Quietly into the night you ventured, feet in sync to your quick beating heart with fingers already dialing the familiar digits on your screen.

"Hey."

This mission was a curse. Meeting Boothill is a curse. Being with the IPC is starting to become a curse because this right here? It's self sabotage, but you know deep inside you can no longer keep up the facade.

"Two days from now, 20th system hour at Golden Hour's Dazzle Motel. Got it?"

The first day since the call was less painful, guilt was slowly creeping up to you at the back of your mind but it was bearable. It was easy to stay distracted thanks to Boothill's banter and finally (to the man's luck) trying out his favorite malt drink.

Day two though, was the beginning of your torture. Thoughts flood your mind and focus; it was silent tonight. The cyborg doesn't speak either, simply thinking it's one of those moments where you both fall into deep silence, listening to the crowd and enjoying in each other's presences. So, he finds comfort in the silence and never questions it. But he however questions your choice of seating today, leaving his old seat for him to sit as you sit in his 'new' seat.

But the silence tonight that lingers in the air leaves your heart to ache, it will be hard to end tonight. Especially noting the way his eyes glimmer and shark teeth beaming wide when you chug his usual down like a champ to drown your guilt. But he doesn't know that. He doesn't have to know that.

"Wasn't expectin' to see ya today, Y/n." He tries not let out a laugh, but fails when his amusement finally takes over. Peering through the rim of the tall glass, you smiled at him while swallowing the last bit of malt juice.

"I guess seeing you has become my favorite routine, wouldn't you agree cowboy?"

"Can't say that I disagree there-"

"And Boothill, maybe I want to discover more things about you, inside out." You confessed swiftly, turning back to face the glass in your hold, word vomiting without a care if he's able to catch up to what you're saying.

Eyes widened with a gasp flying out of his lips, your smile widens.

Jackpot.

But oh the pain does not only accompanies your cheeks but also grows in that tear in your heart.

Perhaps you could make it count, now that damage was done.

With gaze so intense he watches the way you lean back slightly, eyes traveling up and down his figure but it's different this time. The weight in your gaze holds such sincerity and fondness, Aeons! He could feel his lips wobbling in happiness.

Was this a move? Is this how you finally make the move on him?

"So, what do you say?" The pair of twinkling eyes he adores comes back to meet with his, the skunk-haired man could only blink, trying to process it all deeply.

He wonders how long has it been since you've been 'seeing' each other... A month? Two? Your meetups for sure have occurred every week.

"No?"

He snaps out of it, your face now turned towards the wall of soda and syrup bottles opposite the counter you both shared. "Well, too bad on my-"

"Y/n..."

You froze, cold fingers slip through strands of your hair and brush along the side of your cheek. Slowly you turned towards him, feeling his thumb rub the skin near your ear, his other fingers resting by your nape. He's got you trapped now, his body hovering slightly over your seated figure.

From his looks alone do you curse a million times again to yourself. From the soft plush and taste of his lips do you know it adds up to the tears that threaten to fall, that would accompany you on your days right after.

By the time you two step foot into the same place you spent every week, the front desk lady knew at this point what you've been up to and no longer pauses to hand Boothill the keys to the room.

You watch him, you study him, you remember him. The tight grip on your hand, the flow of his long locks under the cool hue of the dreamscape.

"Tonight Y/n, let's be honest with each other."

Your lips crash and the door closes with the help of your foot. You both turn round and round with eagerness to lead, hands coming up to pull his jacket with hands coming down to tug the hoops of your pants whilst moving deeper into the room. Each push and pull leaves you hoping, begging for this to be a nightmare that you'll both wake up from.

You'll remember every single part of this, even though it is short-lived.

You hold him back, resting your hands on the edge of his jacket. Catching your breath before you speak, "Wait." The softness of your voice elevates the running of his mechanical heart. Your gentle push right after causing the cowboy to fall back a little as he watches you turn your back and walk away.

"Where ya goin'?"

"Gonna lock the door." You glance back at him. "I want to start slow."

"How slow we talkin', angel?" His voice remains low yet it manages to bring a smile on your lips, just the tone alone could you tell the man was grinning as he spoke those words. "We don't got all night, I know you gotta leave for work by dawn."

"You can't stay back just for the day?" He asks out, despite being by the front of the bed looking all messed up and rowdy, he sounds as if he's holding onto the last ray of hope.

"I can't, Boothill." You turn to him, smiling but he catches how odd it was.

"You know I want to, but I simply can't."

He catches the force in it but oh it was all too late.

Arms now cuffed with the tight grips of the IPC guards, he watches as you exchange a few words with the 'front desk lady'. He don't have to ask what's going on, that look on your face was a dead giveaway to what you had done.

Guilt.

Shame.

His engine runs harder, his fuel boils hotter. The clanks and screech from his thrashing could leave the guards' ears bleeding but he could careless. The noise grew as you stood forward, coming face to face with him.

"Darn it!" He barks at you, pushing forward only to be yanked back in place, his eyes squint with so much focus you're certain it'll pierce through someone.

Not that it hasn't pierced through you already.

"When I get back at ya- Oh, ho ho ho...."

You don't flinch when he jerks forward again, but this time, he stays silent. You don't dare to reach out to touch his face, his eyes bear so much of dying hope and light you couldn't help but to utter out to him in hopes he could forgive you.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah right yer sorry." He growls through his teeth, his words adding to the final weight on your shoulders. "I was lenient with ya, I was careful for ya. Oh Aeons, I knew I shouldn't have let 'em guards down."

"May we meet again, Boothill."

"Don't ever come in my sight." He spits, eyes falling into despair as your figure disappear by the doorframe.

It is your fault.

You could have make this happen in a week's time, but hell- this was four months worth of visits, adding on a confession to a man you know so well could be a step closer to being lovesick. Adding on a confession that could make your dreams and longing come true.

But... what is there for you to do? What could you do now?

Meet him again? The audacity of yours.

The only question you could ask yourself day and night after this was how could you?

What were you doing?

#📝 — works!!#boothill x reader #boothill hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #boothill angst #hsr angst #honkai star rail angst #💫 anon!!#💌 — letters!!#boothill fluff #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff

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pinkhelados · 10 months ago

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hey, kitty - miguel ohara x reader!

summary: you take in a stray hybrid. Overtime, the pull of your love draws in the reluctant hybrid to your arms.

contains: hybrid au, cat!hybrid!miguel x fem!reader, very fluffy, nsfw (more towards the end.) mentions of titty sucking, oral sex (fem receiving)

A dark, chocolate colored tail flicked from behind a tree. You stopped jogging and made your way to peek behind the thick spruce where you found a hybrid lounging under the shade. The cat bolted up onto his feet and barred his fangs, he swatted your face with his talons and but luckily, you managed to dodge. “Don’t worry, kitty. I’m not gonna hurt ya,” You smiled and reached out to try and pet him which only got you another close call with those deadly fingerpads of his. “Leave,” the hybrid scowled.

Something drew you to this specific kitty, perhaps the attitude or how handsome his face was. Either way, you wanted to bring him with you. “Come on, you’re hungry. I can feed you and everything!”

You weren’t sure why you were so inclined on the idea of keeping this stray, but something in your gut urged you to keep pushing, and you did, for thirty minutes.

“Ave Maria- Fine! I’ll come with you if you can just be quiet,” He grunted, fluffy ears turned back and clearly sick of all the nagging.

Eyes lighting up, your lips curled up into a big grin. You grabbed his hand to pull him into a hug which got your the talons.

“Oye!”

“Sorry.”

Miguel was a picky eater, picky sleeper, picky everything. For a stray, he sure knew his preferences.

The first few months of his stay, he’d sleep in his own space away from you with his tail curled up around his massive thigh by the window. When he’d doze off, he’d easily wake at the sound of footsteps or the jingle of your keys when you’d come back from errands. Miguel would bolt upwards, eyes wide and alert before realizing it was just you and go back to his nap. He was weary of you but you respected it. Miguel liked his space, but that didn’t mean he’d be isolated forever.

You were up late watching a film one night when the door to your bedroom creaked open. The six-foot-nine hybrid stared at you with his intense, unblinking eyes. The film was paused. He’d typically be asleep by now but here he was standing in front of your television not saying a word.

“What’s up?” You asked tentatively. Miguel’s tail swished nervously behind, his jaw clenching tighter with every passing moment. “Your bed’s more comfortable then mine…”

Oh!

Heart speeding, you eagerly lifted the sheets for him to join you. The matress shifted downwards with the weight of Miguel as he crawled into bed with you. The hybrid’s burly arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest and resting his on your head. Miguel’s lips twitched into a brief smile. “Mm,” He grunted.

Miguel’s scent filled your nostrils and you nuzzled your cheek against his neck. He smelled earthy. Like pine on a rainy day. His large hand traced the curves of your body and after a while, he turned down to gaze into your eyes. You saw it, the expresión of yearning in his maroon hues. Miguel had been wanting this just as much as you had. You could see your face reflecting on his dilated pupils and you shared that same look of affection.

A deep purr rumbled from the depths of his chest, and you reached up to scratch the backside of his fluffy ears which he gladly welcomed. His plush lips pursed outwards. “Something wrong?” You whispered over the rich purring coming from his throat. “No,” he hummed, hugging you closer to wrap his brown, fluffy tail around your waist.

“I just haven’t made a sound like this in a long time.”

Sleeping in the same bed became a nightly ritual for you and your hybrid. Curled up under blankets with his beefy arms tight around your waist. After a year, Miguel got comfortable and he was comfortable quick which you loved. He was fond of your breasts, touching them, kneading them, suckling on them after a particularly stressful day. When he wasn’t lounging by himself, he’d be in the kitchen. He’d stand behind you peppering kisses to your neck while you fixed up breakfast in the wee hours of the morning. You were his person and he’d make it known. Scenting, biting, you name it. Miguel had marked you with no intention of sharing his precious human. Miguel wasn’t overly jealous, he knew that you’d come home smelling of other hybrids, something to be expected when living in such a populated city. Certain instances would make him snap, though.

“Miguel!” You squirmed under every lap of his rough tongue. His ears perked up at tour noises, but he was to distracted by the taste of your cunt to care. Juices ran down his chin, claws digging into the fat of your thighs. It was pornographic. The slurping and sucking on your clit had your hips bucking into his skilled tongue, pussy sqeezing around his girthy fingers. “That’s it,” he groaned. “No one makes you feel like this, just me.” Miguel kissed your clit before enveloping it once more, sucking on it until you were coming for the second time. “Such a pretty pussy, nena. You’re soaked,” He smirked a little, clearly proud of how undone you’d become. He dove right back into your glistening folds, hooked nose bumping against your perky clit to coax out another orgasm.

“Youre my human. All mine.”

a/n: i love cat boys y’all

#I’m so normal bout him lol #need him in my bed fr #miguel ohara #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man #spider man x reader #writing #astv smut #fluff #astv miguel #astv #spiderman 2099

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charkie-ee · 1 year ago

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team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

#qsmp team red #team bolas #bolas rojas #<- do they have any other names?#q!philza #q!cellbit #q!charlie #q!baghera #q!jaiden #q!foolish #q!carre #qsmp purgatory #thats a lot of tags omg #spatcat!!art #charkart

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sunthyme · 10 months ago

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Hehehe. Part two baby! Be prepared! (Pun absolutely intended) Also, to the people who are yelling the the tags, I love you guys! I read them all and I can't say thank you enough. It genuinely means a ton!🩷🩷🩷

Enough of me being sappy,

🌻Savanaclaw🌻

Disclaimer: Savanaclaw is like lowkey my favourite dorm, not in terms of redesigns but I love the characters. Huge Leona fan and Jack and Ruggie are my children so I will not stop talking about them. You have been warned.

First up, though y'all have seen him already,

♟️Leona Kingscholar♟️

(he/him) - Unlabelled but doesn't care about gender

I snuck in a lil treat of my work in progress housewarden card. The jumpscare it was to toggle my version with the og card underneath, y'all. Am I making my version of pretty much all his cards? Yes. Will they ever be finished? Who knows? Anyways, onto the headcanons...

- Physically, I feel like I changed a lot and not a lot at the same time. I gave him some more scars which I guarantee you are from really stupid accidents.

- Piercing on his ears just cause I felt they fit him and snakebites because (I'm so down bad for them) it gave the illusion of fangs even with his mouth closed. Gave him moles cause they're pretty.

- I textured his hair and gave him a shit ton more because if the og design won't AT LEAST give him fluffier hair, what's the point? Yana Toboso, if you don't give this man a high ponytail in the Clubwear Card, I will hunt you down. Also made his front, larger braids the colour of Cheka's (And presumably Farena's) hair because honestly? They didn't really look similar enough? Also threw in some smaller braid to 'tie' them in more (haha).

- Someone gave him like this cool inverted pupil due to a scene in the movie but I simplified it to basically heterochromia.

- This might be hardly noticeable but I give give him slightly more muscle? I felt it suited him more idk.

- Onto non-physical headcanons, he has 💕depression💕! This is kinda not up for debate given how much he exemplifies the symptoms. Hell, he made me realise that I may have depression cause I was like, "Damn, he's so relatable, not wanting to get out of bed, no motivation to do anything, struggling to care of himself. He just like me frfr- oh..."

- By the way, I see a lot of people talking about Ruggie's reaction to the fallout of Book 2 but I think that on Leona's side, he felt horrible and probably locked himself away for a WHILE. I think his mental state must have been terrible and I'm SO PISSED HIS FCKING PROBLEMS NEVER GOT BROUGHT AGAIN WTF! Well, I'm on Book 4 so maybe???

- Anyways, I saw someone posit he could also be autistic, more on the asymptomatic side which is actually growing on me a lot. Picky eater, doesn't like tighter clothes, not fond of loud noises, smaller things but I'm a fan.

- Really random but I like the idea that he's one of those people who kids love for literally no reason, he just doesn't like to be around them.

- Is actually extremely book smart, though that's kinda already canon but I mean this bitch was a nerd when he was younger. Knows way too much on various topics, especially about his homeland.

- He can purr. I know lion's can't but there are literal mer and fae. He's just a big kitty. My and Idia like 🤞 when it comes to thinking of Leona as just a big meow. I have a cat who doesn't like anyone but I'm her favourite, I could win him over.

I could talk about him for sooooo long tbh so I'll shut up now.

Anyways, now for my boy,

💸Ruggie Bucchi💸

(he/she) Bigender - Biromantic Asexual

God I love my bigender child.

- I made him black, though probably mixed and gave him vitiligo for both visual flavour and a mild(?) reference to like hyena spots?

- He originally was going to have her hair down but then I realised how many of them had their natural hair already so I gave him dreads? I'll have to render them out at some point.

- Gave her more scars too, since she grew up in a more rough environment. Made his eyes really big and cute 'cause I feel like she can get extras when she hits 'em with the puppy eyes.

- Probably got mad ADHD, has to constantly be fiddling with something or another. Wears spinny rings a lot. He's actually really good at paying attention in class and likes to learn.

- Steals from Leona, whether it's money or items or clothes he leaves out (which, while Leona would never admit, he purposefully leaves out for Ruggie).

- Oh and a post pointed out that hyenas can purr, so have fun with that.

That's mostly it for now, but expect this list to grow lmao.

Now for,

💪Jack Howl💪

(he/him) - Queer (he doesn't know lol, just knows he likes dudes at this point)

Not me struggling to find a weight emoji (I failed) 😭😭😭

- Ah, I made a reference in the Heartslabyul post about my concern about darker skinned characters with white hair and I was mainly talking about Jack. I also had to make Kiki, and I figured that wolves have pretty naturally salt-and-pepper hair, so why not. I actually love how it looks omg, it's very pretty and marbled.

- Gave him darker skin, since I headcanon him as black but I did see someone who designed him as indigenous so it might change in the future idk. Also it makes his eyes almost glow and I love that for him.

- He gets more scars too, though likely from sports rather than fights or anything.

- He's autistic. Apologies that so many of them are autistic to me, not only am I autistic but like, the way they're written speaks to me. His whole moral compass being the reason for Book 2 playing out like it did was an immediate 'yes' from me. He's my boy and my son and I will fistfight anyone that smack talks him (looking at those Savannaclaw NPCs in one of Deuce's vignettes).

- Oh, I forgot. He listens to K-Pop. I don't know if it?s canon that he has younger siblings, though I totally think he does, but one of them accidentally got him into K-Pop and J-Pop so whenever he's at the gym, that's what he's listening to lmao. Specifically girl groups, he likes them enough that he knows all their names. He insists it's out of respect, which it is but he's also lowkey a stan too lol.

- Generally has a weakness for cute things, even if he doesn't show it. Also a total plant nerd omg. He could instruct you on pretty much any houseplant on how much sunlight and water it needs, seasonal changes, etc.

Final note is that I'll make a separate post about him and Epel, cause I love them and have some headcanons there too.

Now for my ocs!

💎Kiki Adebayo💎

Third Year - (she/her) Transfem - Aromantic Demisexual Sapphic

- Twisted from Rafiki? I think that's his name, the baboon. I'm crying sobbing throwing up that you can't see her eyes in this.

- She got the white hair since the fur on a baboon is directly white and took inspiration from Dislyte's Isis design. Her eyes are a pale gold like her earrings and she has red to blue eye shadow.

- Natural resting bitch face but she's just tired most of the time. She'd probably be the actual vice housewarden as I think her family has been close to Leona's for a long time, though she earned her spot with her own skills.

- Additionally, I wouldn't call her and Leona 'childhood friends' but she's known him for a long time. She's like, concerned about him as he's changed so much but she also worries that it's not her place. As a result, she tries to make sure Ruggie's not taking on too much and handles most of the dormhead duties herself.

God, she's so pretty omg anyways

👟Mandisa Jelani👟

Second Year - (they/she) Demi-girl - Pansexual

- Mandisa is also based on the hyenas, though I don't know if her and Ruggie are from the same pack necessarily.

- I gave her scars, moles, and some piercings as well, I just felt like they'd suit her.

- I think she and Jack would be relatively similar in terms of personality, I see her being the gruffer upperclassmen. I think she'd be rather protective of the first years, knowing how harsh the older dorm members can be and she does her best to make everyone feel welcome.

Next up,

🤘Rocío Chávez🤘

Second Year - (she/her but doesn't really care) Transfem - Panromantic Asexual

You'll never guess who she's based on /j

- My girlie based on Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove! Yes, she is a big and buff bimbo? Himbo? I don't know but she's got a heart of gold and head empty.

- I wanted to keep her physique cause it always annoys me when people genderbend a character but don't keep them proportional to their og design. Mini tangent over, she so silly I love her.

- She and my Yzma character met as first years and have been inseparable since, though I'll talk more about that later.

- Not a massive ton of characterisation sine it's been a while since I've seen this movie too but I'm always open to suggestions.

Finally, my silly

🎸Abayomi Furaha🎸

First Year - (she/they/it) Nonbinary - Bisexual

- My final baby from Savanaclaw, also based on a hyena. Specifically the lil bug-eyed one, but I gave her a lazy eye instead. Not sure how well that comes across but I tried.

- She's got scars, was definitely bullied as a kid and I think that once the dorm members consider her a part of the pack, they'd be super overprotective as a result.

- That being said, she's more than capable of defending herself as she's good at various martial arts.

- She's into rock music and joined the music club as a result. Probably a drummer or guitarist as I think she's insecure about her voice.

- She and Mandisa are quite close and she convinced them to dye the edges of her hair red. Abayomi wanted touch up hers and managed to get Mandisa in on to lol.

That's all for now! Stay tuned for Octavinelle and thank you so much for reading!

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twsted oc #god save me i’m in twsted hell #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #digital art #art #fanart #sunthyme

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shy-urban-hobbit · 6 months ago

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Lambert/Aiden (slightly angsty) reunion snuggles!

Smut under the cut.

For all Geralt was absolute crap at reading the room when it came to his own relationships, he was an expert when it came to those of his family. Something Lambert had never been more thankful for when the White Wolf made some absolute bullshit excuse and left Lambert and Aiden alone at the inn in their shared room after a shared dinner to "Talk or whatever. I'll be back in the morning."

He owed the older Wolf big time. First helping in tracking down Jad and then Aiden after they heard mention in a tiny village of a green eyed Witcher passing through some months ago. They'd worn no medallion and armour seemingly cobbled together from scraps, but Lambert had been adamant it couldn't possibly be anybody else.

He had absolutely no idea how he was even going to begin paying brother back, but that was a worry for when he wasn't sat in the middle of the narrow bed, stark naked and knuckles deep in his lover.

Aiden keened from where he was straddling the others hips as Lambert's need to take this slow warred with just pure need. The new scars criss crossing the Cats body - more sinewy than the last time they'd seen each other but no less appealing - were covered in red and purple love marks, the pupil of his remaining eye blown wide as damp strands of hair clung to his forehead and neck. The other had given as good as he'd got and had left Lambert's nipples deliciously tender from where he'd played with them until they were raw and he was pretty sure his back was absolutely covered in scratches by this point in the proceedings.

"Shit, Lambert please. I'm ready."

"You sure?" He asked, giving a shit eating grin as he twisted his fingers and caused the other to bite out one of the Elder curses Lambert remembered teaching him.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. It's been almost two years. I'm not waiting a minute longer to have you in me."

Despite his insistence, Aiden's face still pinched in discomfort, followed by a brief bitter-sharp undercurrent of pain to his scent as he was breached.

"Woah, woah. You sure you're ok?" Lambert asked, stopping the others descent with a firm grip on his hips.

"I'm fine. Like I said, it's been almost two years."

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed until Lambert finally bottomed out, Aiden arching his back with a moan and a satisfied smile, "I missed you."

It was then it slammed into him like one of the mountain avalanches: This was Aiden! Aiden whimpering and writhing in his lap, Aiden tight and warm around him and so, so alive. Aiden was alive, and he was here!

"Lam?" A hand cupping his jaw brought him back. Concerned, green eye searching his face, "Where did you go just now?"

"Sorry, I -" Lambert faltered, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Do you need to stop?"

"No! I mean." He buried his face in Aiden's shoulder, "I don't want to stop but can we....just stay like this for a bit?"

"Oh, Lam. Come here." Aiden said, changing his bruising grip on the other to a gentle hug whilst Lambert pressed his nose hard against Aiden's neck, feeling the other press kisses to the top of his head.

"Pup, you're shaking."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. S'just you being here. Doesn't feel real."

"... Lambert, I need you to listen for a minute. Alright?"

Lambert nodded before he felt Aiden gently guide his head until one ear was pressed over his Witcher slow heart.

"Hear that? I'm real, this is real. I'm here."

Lambert gave a small whimper in response, still trembling with the sudden emotional upheaval as his hands wandered over every part of the other he could reach, the Cat only pausing in his litany of reassurances to give a small gasp when Lambert's fingers brushed over where they were joined, "That's it. You feel that? Me and you together again. Just as it should be, and that's how it's going to stay now."

"You promise?"

Aiden tilted the Wolf's head up, amber eyes full of emotions usually banked deep, deep down as he brushed their noses together.

"I promise."

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden x lambert #aiden/lambert #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #lambden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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thinkingofchishiya · 5 months ago

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can I request some headcanons, chishiya with a reader who's in a different field than him such as (teacher or fashion designer)

Thank you!!

Hiii my love ofc, I really like the idea of him with teacher!reader so i’ll do that one☺️ hope you like this !!

Chishiya shuntaro x Teacher! reader headcannons

•Chishiya and reader working not too far from eachother, but because of your busy schedules he makes every effort to see or call you when you both have the rare time

•him picking you up on your lunch breaks when he’s not busy and either you both go somewhere to eat or if it’s a more hectic day he arrives with food he picked up already and you eat in the car together until one or both of you has to go back to work

•kind of a black cat x golden retriever type of relationship

•Chishiya constantly talking about how he doesn’t want children because of his past, but after seeing you with your students he realises how much of a soft spot he has seeing you with kids

•one day one of Teacher!reader’s pupils bumps into her in a supermarket with their parents and excitedly gives her a big hug, it melted his heart and he jokingly complained of chest pains after the family went away

•especially when you had to go past the baby section to get to the canned goods afterwards (he’s now envisioning himself up at the table with you guys mini me spoon feeding them applesauce while saying here comes the airplane✈️ 🥄) he feels violently sick and doesn’t understand why (it’s baby fever, the man has baby fever)

•him leaving you to sleep as long as possible in the mornings because his shifts start way earlier than yours, but every other morning he quietly rummages through your wardrobe to pick an outfit out for you for the day, when you wake up there’s always a dress or skirt and shirt combo hanging on the door (man has taste too)

•however the favour is always returned when he wakes up in the mornings to find a home-made lunch packed for him ready to take to work, cute bento boxes and his other favourite foods in either a paper baggie or a lunchbox, but whatever it’s been packed in it never comes without a note of how much you love him

•he has a desk drawer full of these notes as he’s unable to throw them away and looks at them at work when he misses you

•has a picture of you and him on his desk and in his wallet, vise versa

•your students always question you about who the mysterious blonde man is in the frame on your desk and you happily tell them he’s your husband (even if you guys aren’t married)

•even though you have a well paying job he still loves to spoil you with his doctor money (rich bf “problems”) so a lot of these aforementioned clothes are actually brought by him

•takes you to work events like parties and dinners with him, introducing you to all the other doctors and the nurses always say how they’ve heard so much about you

•working around kids you get sick quiet often, but not to worry your doctor bf is here to take care of you every single time

•because he usually has longer days than you, you like to make sure the place you guys live in is always clean when he gets home with food ready on the table because he’s had a long day, this also saves time to spend with him when he is home

•after this you guys might shower together, a common occurrence because you both soak up any chance to be together when your both home

•overal a difficult relationship considering your occupations but you both make it work and chishiya puts in so much effort !!!

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib chishiya #aib #chishiyaheadcannons #aibheadcannons

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zannolin · 1 day ago

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now that my break and my four-disc edition of narnia has arrived i am going to subject you all to the things i am obsessing over or thought were very fun from the audio commentaries and bonus stuff that i KNOW has been talked about elsewhere i'm sure but NOT ON MY BLOG! so here's a list of stuff i'm foaming at the mouth over from the filmmakers' (not the actors') commentary on LWW:

knew this already but to hear it made me scream; it was peter's plan to use the gryphons bombarding the witch's army with rocks at the beginning of the battle of beruna, and he got that idea from the blitz bombings that the movie itself opens with. GOD.

they shot the film as much in chronological order as they could, despite it being inefficient, because they wanted to capture the changes that narnia (the atmosphere, the exercise, the scenes, etc) would bring out in each character/actor.

every line in the set built for the wardrobe is directing the viewer's eye to the wardrobe itself. the decision to cover it was last-minute and somewhat debated because it wasn't originally in the book, but everyone agreed it was 100% worth it for the effect.

they were not able to make the wardrobe out of apple wood like it is in the books but they WANTED TO and made it out of the closest they could get which. god. i love when people CARE.

a bunch of the furniture in the set of the professor's house is literal antique english furniture??? for the accuracy and the vibe???

everyone talks about how skandar was the last one cast and how he spent a lot of time off filming on his own and thus hit all the right vibes of being the odd one out, BUT did you know while they really liked william, anna, and georgie for the other pevensies, they weren't going to cast any of them unless all four actors (whichever four that may be) clicked and worked well as a family? again: ME WHEN PEOPLE CARE.

i love when i'm right about minor set/costuming details i notice (the lamppost was specifically made to look as if it had grown; the witch wearing aslan's mane as a trophy and trying to symbolically Become him; the carvings on the wardrobe telling the story of the magician's nephew)

william moseley wasn't even supposed to hit skandar keynes with the cricket ball that was an accident and they decided to make it into part of the scene

andrew adamson is MY BEST FRIEND for shooting all the night scenes during the day and editing them to be night scenes which makes them very distinctly beautiful AND YOU CAN SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING.

the amount of suffering they endured to have nice looking grass on the set is so funny to me you guys have just got to listen to these commentaries. i can't even explain it.

crying because i missed this but when mrs. beaver gives lucy a plate of fish and chips THE CHIPS ARE WOOD CHIPS.

they used actual wolf hybrids for a lot of the shots with the wolves, not just cgi (though apparently they had to redo their tails because they were often too happy to be running around lmao) and it makes me sooo happy

tilda swinton's dress that she wore for the majority of the film was apparently so large in the shoulders she couldn't get through the door to the dungeon properly and just had to go at it sideways. AND she injured herself because of it.

they based the change in the witch's eyes from green during most of the film -> black when she kills aslan on hunting cats and how their pupils get REALLY big.

andrew adamson mentioned he thought about cutting father christmas from the movie as other adaptations had done but heard about how father christmas being there nearly ended tolkien and lewis' friendship and decided "well, i guess i don't have a say in it really if lewis STILL left him in there" and i love him for that.

i had so much freaking fun with this it was so amazing to see how much effort and work and love and care went into the crafting of this film. like they did not have to do all that. movies today will NOT do all that. they'll do such a shoddy job and cgi everything and not even make full costumes and stuff but LWW put all that work in and it was so good because of it. and i'm gonna be thinking about it forever.

#narnia #zanna's adventures in audio commentaries #<- new tag! block if you dont wanna see me going bananas

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 18 days ago

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Dancing with the Devil

Polly takes Filomena to London and meets with a notorious gangster

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Dancing with the devil-7

I followed Polly up the echo filled marble steps to the bar. Our heels clacking on the stairs, the lamps casting a soft white haze as we wound around slowly going upwards each square landing at a time.

The lively jazz got louder the closer we got to our destination.

She’d been nervously fidgeting since we got into her car. To be fair, that's when I first saw her. She had an idea and had invited me along. Of course, I was to follow without asking questions.

I didn’t care, I was getting out. I’d be in London. Away from the manor house or terror.

Polly wore a beautiful black silk coat with fur and a red dress. Women only wear red when they are trying to seduce a man. She looked great. I almost felt for the man knowing he’d be knocked out by her beauty and rejection.

I was over men. I hadn’t been able to talk to mine in several weeks at this point. No phone and no more flowers were coming. I had no double my father and uncle were in on that.

I wore white, innocent and classy. I knew everyone else would be overdone and dripping in furs and pears.

I went with simple to stand out.

“Stay over here at the table love, I’m meeting with someone. I promise I’ll let you talk after.” Her words were almost breathless, she was looking around and her pupils were blown.

She was scared. Why the hell were we here? Who would I talk to?

I looked around. No blinders….that was suspicious to me. Polly couldn’t even get away with emperor Thomas knowing where she was. There were always eyes on us…yet there were none here?

I knew I didn’t want to be here anymore. Where would I go though? It was night and she’d already reserved a hotel for us. It was almost a three hour drive one way. Tommy’s men were stationed at said hotel so we should be safe.

I felt safer not being at that house.

I placed my arm on the table to hold up my head. I was aware of my surroundings though. Something was going down.

I almost missed him walking in. Nobody made black look as powerful and sexy as Luca Changretta. His suits were perfectly tailored and molded to his lithe body. I recognized the black hand on his wrist as he gently smoothly ran his hands over the brim of his hat before sitting it down on the bar.

I watched him remove his hat in a fluid motion and approach Polly.

No, he was stalking Polly. He was confident he would win whatever this little meeting was. He always reminded me of a big cat, powerful, seemingly lazy when they lounged but never not hunting.

The breath left my lungs and my heart slammed into my chest. The pain was searing and white hot like a burn. I could feel the saline in my tears stinging my eyes.

I wasn’t ready to see him yet.

I was a fool to think I could forget a man that powerful , confident and sexy.

We’d spent almost everyday together for three months on the boat. Walking, talking and getting tangled in the sheets. I knew every scar because I kissed them frequently. He knew every dimple or freckle I had. We were tied together whether I liked it now or not.

Why, why was he at the bar talking to Polly and smiling? That smile was mine and mine alone.

I acknowledged to myself that I only knew what he’d told me about himself and his family. Nothing more and nothing less. His Vendetta against a family only came up once and I hadn’t caught it because his mother had started talking over him about something at the dining table. Now I realized he was probably talking about my family.

Anger started sinking in now replacing my fear and hurt. Anger I could deal with, I was getting comfortable wrapping myself in it like armor. It was really all I had to keep me sharp.

She turned eyes wide and I could see the faint rising and fall of her chest. What had he said to her? She approached the table rapidly, speed walking.

“I’ll give you fifteen minutes, if you're not downstairs by the door by then, you’d better run and run so far away from Birmingham that Thomas Shelby will never find you. New York won't be far enough.” Her warning chilled me. How would I run? Run with Luca? No, I knew he’d stay until this Vendetta was fulfilled. Luca might be a liar to me at the moment, but he was honorable and he always did what he said he would do.

I knew what the black hand meant, death. You didn't say no to a powerful man like him.

“But you are a smart girl, aren’t you Filomena. You can see how men use pretty girls in our world. I’ll see you in fifteen minutes, by the door.” Polly drew me out of my thoughts. Her voice was high and reedy. I hated seeing confident women frightened.

“I’ll be down in fifteen minutes.” I nodded feeling confident in my answer. I had no reason to run and no way to. I was caught between two powerful bloody men. Emperors who built their riches on death and blood.

She smiled and squeezed my hand. She didn’t want to let go. He pushed the chair away from the bar and she quickly dropped my hand and fled down the stairs. I wish I could have too.

I stood and pushed in my chair turning to leave. I had no idea what to say to him right now. I’d almost made it around the table before he stood in front of my like a tall Italian apparition.

“ Leaving so soon Angel? You're gonna have the mercy to tell me what I did to offend my lovely fiancé? Make it right?” His voice was deep, Smokey and husky just as I remembered it.

My eyes hurt from the strength of that eye roll. I’m glad he hadn’t caught it. He hated disrespect, but wasn’t that what I was getting at every turn?

“Bellissimo Angela.” His hat was tilted against his chest over his heart as if he was shielding his soul from me. I felt his eyes look up and down taking me in, his gaze was soft and appreciative.

“So you knew?” My tone was icy and cold. I wished I could freeze this moment, I’d be dissecting it over and over later. Kicking myself of saying this or not saying that. I knew myself too well.

He was stunned into silence.

“ Cara Mia.” He stepped toward me in one long stride. I took a step back. I could smell his fresh, clean and expensive collagen. I used to love to smell that faintly on my skin and pillow at night.

Now I wanted to throw up.

Hurt flashed across his handsome strong roman features. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“You think I placed you there or I want you there within my enemies?” His tone was deep and raw. God, I’d actually hurt him.

I took a deep ragged breath. My anger was turning back into fear and pain. I hated feeling those things. That’s all I've felt for months. I needed a break from feeling anything.

“But you knew Luca. You knew, and Antonio knew and….” The lump in my throat was hard and crushing my windpipe. I looked at his face. He wasn’t moving nor did his face change but for a moment. Regret.

“I didn't know Antonio would be so sloppy or that Sabini’s family had planted their man in the kitchen until a day before I quit hearing from Antonio. I presumed your Uncle did him in, yeah.” He was looking down and searching my face. We both knew the answer before I spoke. I shifted unsteady on my feet. I was hungry and exhausted. I just needed a hot bath to fix my sore aching muscles and sleep for my restless mind.

If I moved an inch, I knew I’d be in his arms crying and hugging him tightly. I wrapped my arms tight around myself. I wasn’t sure if it was to behave myself or to comfort myself. Probably both.

“ They came in and found me speaking Italian in the kitchen. I cook when I'm upset. They harassed me a bit and sent me upstairs. I closed the door to my room and heard gunshots.” I sounded out of body, cold and distant. This wasn’t me or who I wanted to be. My survival mode was taking over my personality.

“God, animals. At least they didn’t do it in front of you. I’m so sorry my love.” He moved towards me probably to comfort me. I almost jumped back out of my skin.

“That's the second time in ten minutes you've moved away from me, for fear of me?” Pain ran through his words as fast as my heart was beating. I hated this. Hated being this person. He was being genuine with me and here I was acting like….

Like a Shelby.

Cold and distant, uncaring.

“You knew where I was going, who I was going to be living with, you planted Antonio in the house, no messages from you and all I can keep thinking is that you intentionally seduced me and left me there as a spy.” I looked at him then. Those green eyes glittering back at me.

“You ain't got the…You aint a spy honey, never were for me. I admit when I met you on the boat the first week and you mentioned the connection to my enemies I thought it was convenient. I knew after two weeks you were my wife Filomena. That's why I spent time with you, got to know you intimately.” He purred seductively, I let him reach out and brush his hand against my arm, Up and down. Comfort for us both. I felt deeply rooted then to the frigid marble floor. He closed the distance between us and placed his head on mine.

“ You stopped being Filomena Shelby by week two. You were Filomena Changretta then as far as I was concerned. If I would have married you on that boat and brought you over, you’d be dead. Tommy would have killed you in cold blood not knowing who you were or caring. They wouldn’t have met you and fallen in love with your beautiful soul. Now your family to them.” Was he trying to convince me or him that this had been to spare my life? Was that the truth? He was an intelligent man, he wouldn’t be a Mafia boss if he was cold, calculating and highly intelligent, charismatic. All things that you can’t necessarily trust as sincere. I felt more confused if I was being honest.

“So you did use me.” I needed to leave. I couldn’t get past this not tonight. It was too soon and I hadn’t processed anything yet. I couldn’t.

“No, I fucking love you and I hate, I hate every fucking minute that you are there in that house. I don’t know if you're alive, being tortured or dead.” He forced me to look at him by grabbing my chin with both hands and holding my head firmly in place to look into my eyes. He was serious. “Jesus, let me walk you down. I can’t risk taking you back with me in case he finds out where you are and shoots us in the hotel.”

“Fine.” I let him walk me down aware of his hand rubbing my arm and the other firmly on my waist. I couldn’t bring myself to touch him back. I felt like a cold hearted bitch but that's what I had to be right now.

“You're killing me Tesoro, where's your ring?” We were halfway to the lobby. I could see Polly's red heels firmly on the floor by the glass door. She was ready to go.

“In my pocket.” I answered calmly.

“Can I see you put it on? The cats are out of the bag now I figure.” His request was so vulnerable. I turned to look at him, mindful of people coming up and down the large staircase.

“Yes, it is. Tommy figured it out.” That day had been by far the most terrifying. No yelling or harassment yet. He was cold and calm. You can’t trust people like that. It wasn’t lost on me that I was becoming like him.

I slipped it on in front of him. The man had taste, I’d give him that. The diamond was a three carat emerald cut and surrounded by a halo of small diamonds. It shone around any room I was in, practically blinding me. What would you expect from someone of his caliber?

“Of course he did. Please, don’t take it off again. I promise you Amore Mio, we’ll be together soon. Stay safe.” He bent his head down and faltered. That took me by surprise. He was always so confident that it bordered on cockiness.

“Can I kiss you goodbye.” He whispered gently, his hot breath fanning across my lips. I swallowed hard, pushing my emotions down. He was asking me politely. I had missed him and for him to be so gentle with me while I was acting distant, well I knew he loved me too. No man is that forgiving unless he’s in love.

“No, you can’t kiss me goodbye, but you can kiss me.” My answer surprised me. I didn't want to be cold and unfeeling. I'd rather bleed and get unnecessarily hurt as long as I could feel.

It was slow, gentle and filled with passion. I pulled away first and squeezed his hand.

“I promise I’ll get word to you soon Tesoro.” I could hear his voice fading as Polly's body came into view. Sadness filled her eyes when she saw me. Woman to woman we both knew. _________________________ _________________________

#peaky blinders fanfic #polly grey #luca changretta fanfic #enemies to lovers #arthur shelby #original character #vendetta

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lipglossanon · 2 years ago

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I'm really glad you don't mind me sending you my thoughts, literally I have no one to share these with so thx sm :')

for the spicy thoughts tho, this may sound weird to u so if u don't like this idea, u don't have to read them no worries<333

I was thinking of the reader wearing animal ears... ITS A GUILTY PLEASURE OF MINE IK ITS WEIRD. but like just imagine for a second with me, her trying out stuff like cat ears or bunny ears or puppy ears or whatever animals you want really. her friends gave them to her to try it on since they think that she hasn't really tried anything crazy or kinky or whatever (only if they knew-) she got curious so she decided to try them on in her room in front of her mirror, with that her friends even gave her some cute and skimpy lingerie too ;) usually she doesn't wear things like these, but she wants to feel pretty so she puts them on together with the bunny ears and tail she has, i choose bunny cuz it's like her for me fr. she gets so lost into it and just keeps turning her body in different angles, admiring the set, that she doesn't even notice Leon standing at her door, his muscular figure leaning against the door frame, big and bulky arms crossed, a smug grin on his face, and darkened eyes with his pupils dilating. Bro. BROOOOO HEAR ME OUT PLS

he just stands there and doesn't make his presence known until she turns around to change back, finish admiring the set, and gasps at seeing him. it can be either stepdad or stepbro leon, both are so hot. her face gets hot quickly as she scrambles to cover her almost-naked body, feeling too embarrassed that she got caught red handed. Leon's grin widens and he can feel his cock twitching and hardening even more in his sweats at her bashfulness, he always loveeee her timidness since he thinks it's so cute and precious that he wants to ruin and break her even more. stepping into her room, he stalks slowly towards her with a predatory gaze, staring her down and pinning her in place. his hands coming up to pet her bunny ears, he teases her with a condescending tone, "look at you…” Gasping when he moves one of his hands down, squeezing her neck slightly, her breasts, down to her side then hip, then his hand suddenly goes behind her and squeezes at her tail. Just exploring her body in general. He pushes her body even closer to his own, breath fanning against her red face,

“Look at how pretty you are for me hm? Cute little bunny. I can see how wet you are in your white skimpy little pantie. All for me? Sweet baby, so fucking sweet…” then he leans down and smashes his lips against her own hungrily, quite literally trying to devour her. After pulling away, his lips parted slightly to pant and smirks evilly down at her. Suddenly he pushes her towards the door to her room, cocking his head at her,

“Run. Now.” She doesn’t know why he’d say that but her body just shivers all over the place from his sudden cold tone. Heart beating out of her chest, she turns around and quickly runs down the stairs. Her heart beats even faster hearing his pounding footsteps, getting closer and closer to her. Imagine what he’ll do to her when he catches her…

AAAAHHHH OMG AJDNFN I LOVE PREDATOR/PREY SM😩🔥 plspls if ur interested in this idea u can even use it ;)

I really don’t mind! It’s fun to talk Leon 🥰 and I also have no one to unleash my thoughts to hence the fics 🤣 🤣

And trust me, not much I find weird in the kink department 😂

Pet play can be so 🥵 yes yes and yes; I’m loving this energy 👏 👏 👏 and it could be one of those things that she’s always been interested but way too nervous to go out on her own so when she gets them as like a joke gift she’s actually (secretly) excited!! 🤩 oof Leon being a total creep and just spying on her while she’s trying them on and just being mesmerized at how much she likes them??? 🤤

The heavy tension as he’s slowly petting over her little bunny ears and body? Teasing the little tail and maybe snapping the band on her lingerie 🤯

Predator/prey is so goooood!!!! Screaming right now!! The possibilities 😩 the chase ending in the hottest sex imaginable oof 🥵 🥵 🥴

But let me spin you this one (cause this has got my brain buzzing 😵‍💫) so she ends up with a leash and collar and just being silly she convinces Leon to put them on. He indulges her cause he’s totally whipped and like she’s just kinda picking on him and trying to stir him up by saying bad puppy or like he goes to kiss her and she pulls the leash where he’s not able to and just

‘Be a good puppy and you’ll get a treat’ 😵‍💫

But the kicker here is just how much it drives Leon a little crazy; she’s not even being mean but being told no and making it seem like she can tell him what to do is just doing it for him 🥵 🥵 ONLY for him to turn it around and completely rail her in the mattress (doggy style what else 🤭) while she’s trying to tug on his leash telling him ‘bad puppy, you’re being so bad right now’ 🤤 🤤 🥴

If you can’t tell this has been sitting heavy on my noggin 🤣 please give me all the thoughts, I’m living for it 😆 god now I’m going to have to write it lmao 🤣 🤣

#ask box #lipglossanswers #lipglossanon #leon s kennedy smut

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authorchan · 2 years ago

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Pairings ❁ Demon King Tanjiro x Reader

Cut ✄ from my Fanfic “Moments” Posted on Wattpad.

Request:

✎ a/n: Tanjiro and y/n are dating as demon slayers. They are on a mission and decide to split ways to cover more ground. None of the other cast exists, aka no Nezuko for this story. I'll gloss over the details of him becoming Demon King, meaning Muzan is out of the picture.

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Warnings: blood, demons, big emotions, irritability, yandere, ownership, dominance, suspense, sexual tension, beheading and compassion. Both characters are over 20 years old.

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Your POV

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Tanjiro looks over his shoulder, smelling your concern as he walks closer, "Everything will be just fine, Darling. This is the best plan to accomplish this mission."

"Please be safe." Whisper to him as he takes you into his arms. Nuzzling your face against his neck.

"Let's finish this quickly then head back to the Demon Slayer estates." With that his lips find yours. Tanjiro is incredibly gentle as he softly kisses you.

"I will see you soon, Darling." Holding onto you tenderly for another moment before going separate ways.

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Your POV

Grimacing in pain as you limp down the path. Blood dripping from your knee. Twelve hours have passed when you finally decide to retreat to a wistera safe house.

The mission fell apart but at-least you slayed one demon even if it caused this battle wound. You spent hours trying to find Tanjiro without any success. Feeling heartbroken leaving him behind but your crow isn't coming which means you have to find another way to alert the corps.

We need immediate backup.

Once I get to the house

I will find a way to send a message

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Tanjiro Kamado POV

Power vibrating throughout my veins as I stumble forward trying to get use to this new feeling. The cells of my body fighting against the demonic energy possessing me.

The memory of what took place has me in a daze. Realizing what this means as I catch my reflection in a stream of water running along the path. Deep pink eyes that fade to red with a sling for my pupil like a cat staring back at me.

I am a demon.

A rush of power makes me hands tremble as a deep voice within stirs. As the realization takes place. A wild smirk takes over my expression.

No, I am the Demon King

I am not a weak human desperately trying to keep my love ones safe and chase after impossible goals. Not anymore.

I have the power to do anything I desire.

Continuing to walk as a deep evil energy fills me with desires I have never had when one single scent makes me completely stop.

Blood trailing across a path nearby leading for a small village has my attention. It doesn't matter that my heart is no longer beating I will never forget the smell of her.

My Darling.

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Your POV

Not wasting time to bandage the wound on your knee as you scramble for paper to write with.

"Are you alright dear. Maybe you should rest first." The kind elderly man asks with true concern. The owner of this home.

Smiling once you find a sheet of paper. Quickly writing out the message, 'The mission failed. I have been separated from my comrade Tanjiro. Send immediate help. We need a Hashira-"

Your pen slides across the paper as a loud bang makes your hand jerk. Turning to find the front doors of the house have been ripped off the hinges.

Moving as fast as possible you are in front of the elderly male. Hand gripping the hilt of your sword sliding out of the sheath with a clean schlink.

When a demon walks into the home. Dragging their bloodied hand across the wall. Leaving smears of scarlet red behind as a evil smirk fills their face. Red hungry eyes focusing on only you.

As the monster stalks out of the shadows and into the warm light of the house your legs begin to shake. All the air pushing out of your lungs as if someone has punched you in the gut. A real painful gasp as you realize the truth.

Tanjiro-Kun?

My sweet Tanjiro is a demon...

"Did you miss me?" His voice sounds the same with a menacing tone. "I was really missing you."

A tear rolls over your eyelash as it rolls down your face. Seeing the scarlet red over his body.

"Oh don't worry, Darling." Hearing your endearing pet name makes a whimper escape you. Another sharp reminder that this is indeed your man. "This blood is not mine."

The elderly owner makes his escape to hide within a room praying to any God. Leaving you standing before a Demon Tanjiro. Crying silently as your gaze takes in his new appearance.

"Shh, don't cry." Within a second he directly in front of you. A gasp escapes your lips as his tongue glides up your face. Licking away your tears.

"There is nothing to cry about. I am better than I have ever been before! Don't you understand. We will have everything we have ever wanted now."

"Oh Tanjiro. What happened to you?" Body trembling as you stare directly into his demonic eyes.

"My Love. I would never hurt you! Don't you know that?"

He drops down to kneel before you as his hand grabs the back of your leg lifting it up off the floor. Your breath coming in short and quick gasps. He licks against your bloody wound on your knee. "I would do anything for you."

Seeing him in such a worshiping position as he remains on his knees holding your leg while carefully cleaning the wound. Enjoying the taste of you.

Tanjiro-Kun, are you still in there?

No. It doesn't matter.

I am a demon slayer!

He wouldn't want this...

Slay him and release his soul.

Your fingers clench against the hilt of your sword as you have the perfect opportunity to slice his head from his shoulders. Except you can't move.

I can never harm Tanjiro...

demon or human,

He is the love of my life.

"I know that. I love you Tanjiro... I am scared."

With that he is on his feet you can't even track his movement with this new speed. "No need to be afraid. I don't care about anyone else. You are the only thing that matters on this entire planet. If anyone lays a hand on you, I will rip their entire arm off."

Turning your gaze from him to the note that you were writing. The paper laying against the ground.

Should I report this to the corps?

Will the Hashira hunt him down?

What do I do?

"Are you thinking of escaping? Running won't matter. I will hunt you down anywhere you go. Don't you understand, you belong to me. My sweet, beautiful girl."

Your eyes widen hearing his serious and controlling words as he leans back a shadow covers his face but his eyes glow red.

"No! I promise you... I- I am not going to leave your side." Saying the words as you try to figure out what to actually do. Emotions clouding your judgment.

His arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against his body. Taking in a deep inhale of your scent, "Mmmm... you smell even better with my new senses. This power I have now is incredible."

Your eyes lower to the blood clinging to his clothes, "T-tanjiro? Who's blood is this?"

He tilts his head to the side in a devilish manner, "Does it matter? I am unhurt. Do not fear my Darling. Come let us leave. We will start our life together. As we have always wanted."

Nodding your head as he leads you out of the house. Unknowingly, the elderly man creeps out of hiding and he grabs the note to send to the demon slayer corps.

Did he kill a human? Will he kill a human?

Is my Tanjiro really capable of that now...

No matter how badly it pains me...

I have to put an end to him.

Seeing the sun begin to peek over the horizon, you decide there is no better time than now. Pushing away from him as you make a run for it.

Limping against your bad knee as you force yourself to run faster. Looking over your shoulder except you don't see the demon.

Did he seek shelter from the sun?

I will run all the way back to the estate-

Turning around to find Tanjiro in front of you. Sliding your feet against the loose dirt of the path. Coming to a stop as you stare at a more demonic form. A horn has grown from his forehead as he stalks towards you.

Stepping away until your back bumps into a tree. He slams his hand against the tree just over your shoulder. Breaking the bark beneath his palm. His face moving slowly towards yours as the sun shines against his facial features.

He has conquered the sun.

"Don't you see! I am doing this because I love you! No more struggling. We can finally have the life we have always wanted. Just you and I."

His words tug at your heart strings but the fear has you shaken. "Promise me Tanjiro."

"Anything. I will give you anything."

"Please don't harm any humans..."

He swallows hard as if the beast inside is trying to fight for control, "If that is your wish. I will do that."

There is a level of sincerity in his voice that you believe he is being honest. the horn slowly disappears as he holds your wrist tightly in case you try to run away again.

His features return to the man you know and love as he smiles, "I mean what I am saying. We have spent years fighting for our future but that is over. We can live happily together. Now! No more waiting."

"That sounds nice."

Within a blink of an eye he has you swept off your feet and in his arms. As he begins to walk while carrying you. Noticing your wound has stopped bleeding due to something demonic in his saliva.

"I am happy to hear you say that, Sweetheart. I promise I will take good care of you."

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Tanjiro takes you to a beautiful estate with a peaceful koi pound that waterfalls into another pound. He gracefully walks over the wooden bridge while holding you.

His thumb rubbing against your arm in a soothing pace. He has been talking nonstop about this new future as you rest your face against his chest. A sense of security has you relaxing against his touch.

"What is this place?" Interrupting him as you glance at the building.

"Our new home. It belongs to a dead demon. Which makes it mine now." Tanjiro sets you down inside as his fingers trail up your back. "Do you like it?"

Feeling dazed with everything has occurred in the last few hours; you simply nod your head in agreement.

"Our home?"

"Yes. No more running from place to place. Y/N-Chan, we can finally be a family." With that his lips press into yours.

A familiarity of his taste except this is not like his human kisses. A hungry desire behind his pressure as he nips at your bottom lip before licking into your mouth. You begin to explore as your tongue touches against his new fangs.

"Master."

The sinister voice makes you shiver but Tanjiro shows little to no reaction. Stealing one last kiss before he turns to face the Demon who is kneeling before both of you.

"What?"

"I am sorry to bother you, Master. We have been awaiting your orders. It is almost nightfall and we need you."

Peeking around a Tanjiro with confusion as you stare at the Upper Moon. Who is begging for guidance from your man.

Why is he calling Tanjiro Master?

What is happening?

"Fine. Let us hurry this up. I am very busy." Tanjiro's ruby gaze returns to you on the word busy.

He holds you close to his body as the reality around you shifts into an different dimension, the infinity castle.

Clinging to Tanjiro as you look around with a wild expression of shock. Still trying to comprehend what is happening. When your gaze stops at the sight of the six upper moons kneeling before their Master

One of them hisses in your direction, "A human."

Another glares at you in disapproval, "Master did you bring us a dessert for your first day?"

Tanjiro clicks his tongue on the roof has his mouth and they all stop talking and lower their heads.

Wait, are they referring to Tanjiro as...

Is he... the Demon King?

"She belongs to me and is none of your concern." Tanjiro's voice is filled with a level of disdain.

It is obvious they are disgusted with the idea of their new Master owning a pet human. They remain obediently quiet.

Tanjiro begins to give his demands for them which only angers them further. His words catch your attention as he request that they no longer feed on humans. As your wish becomes his command.

Softening your gaze while looking him over. Your heart begins to beat faster with compassion.

Maybe my Tanjiro is still inside.

To demand this of the upper moon-

The next moment happens too quick for your eyes to observe but within a second Tanjiro is holding the head of a demon. The upper moon's body laying at your feet as blood leaks out.

The demon clearly didn't approve of this and tried to lash out. It was no match for Tanjiro the Demon King. Which only sets an example to the remaining five.

He is showing his full form with bone like spines whipping around his body. Protruding out of his back as deadly weapons. Tanjiro drops the demon's head allowing it roll across the floor as a warning to the others.

Stumbling backwards with fear when Tanjiro grabs your wrist. Pulling you closer to him, "hush Darling. Do not think about that. They tried to harm you.. I had to keep you safe."

His hand pushes a strand of hair from your face. One of his demonic whips curl around your waist in a loving manner. The upper moon watching this encounter closely. "Please my Love. I can not stand to see you scared."

Trying to remain calm for him as you hold back your fear. He gives you a smile before looking at his demons.

They belong to him.

"Any other commands, Master." The upper moon one mutters in a tone as his eyes remain on you.

Tanjiro lets out a sigh as he sits down against a chair. Like a king on his throne.

He gives his first demand to his followers as he tugs against your wrist, pulling you into his lap. His cold fingers find your inner thigh as he begins sliding his hand up and then slowly back down. Repeating these teasing touches.

While his other hand begins drawing circles against your ribcage. One of his demonic bone-like whips begins to wrap around your ankle keeping your legs close to him. Putting on a seductive show as he keeps this meeting going.

His thumb venturing a inch higher. To brushes against the base of your breast. His voice monotone as he speaks his commands to the demon. Your head leaning back against his shoulder as a strange tingling feeling overwhelms your senses.

Trying to avoid the men staring with hungry eyes as your lover puts on a show of affection and dominance.

"And what do you wish for us to consume if not humans?" A demon questions, trying to keep his tone neutral despite an anger for his new King.

Tanjiro rolls his eyes, "Demons do not need blood to live. Only merely to thrive. Animals will suffice."

His hand travels a little too high on your thigh in one of his laps. Your body naturally responding with your back arching up leaning further into his touch as if begging for more. This leaves you breathless as heat rushes to your face in a harsh blush.

This movement catching the attention of all the males in the room. Trying to hide your obvious desire as you look away but remain in Tanjiro's lap. Feeling the whip tightening around your ankle.

He leans against your back to place a soft kiss at your neck before glancing to his demons. "Rise."

A single word has five of the most powerful monsters standing with obedience. Tanjiro's hand slides higher, "Leave us."

A chorus rings out of, "Yes Master."

Followed by a gust of wind as Tanjiro releases you. Standing up as he moves you away from him. A whimper escapes you in protest. Already missing his touch.

"Time for you to prove your loyalty. Rule this world as my Queen?" His hand reaching out as an proposal. Those ruby eyes soften as he watches you carefully.

"Yes. My King."

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Your POV

Tanjiro's gaze is heavy as he looks over your body. Finally alone within the estates of the place he calls, our home.

He removes his shirt carefully then turns his back to you. Giving you the opportunity to look over his strongest demonic form. Jagged bone raised out of his spine. Versatile whips flexing at his control.

Curiosity getting the better, reaching out as your fingertips trace up his back over the rough bone before trailing up a whip to the sharp spike at the end. Eyes widen as your mind attempts to adjust to this new reality.

"Careful with me Darling. That tickles."

Your eyes widen, "You can feel my touch along this-" asking as you drag your fingertip back down the whip.

Meanwhile Tanjiro's eyes are completely focused on you. While you admire his new body. "Yes... y/n-chan, Are you still afraid of me?"

"No." Your voice is as soft as a whisper as a shiver runs through you.

"You were a good girl during my meeting. Do you want a reward?" His words surprised you. Wondering again if this is really your Tanjiro saying this.

"Why do you look frighten? I know you want me to reward you. That scent of yours is practically begging for me."

This truth makes you feel embarrassed. Tanjiro has always been gentle and never pushes you on this matter. In fact as a human he never did more than touch you.

This demon version steps closer as his fingers trail up the side of your body, "I will never force you or hurt you... no. I will make you beg for it."

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Smut between Demon King Tanjiro and human y/n is on my Wattpad @mindfulmoments - book “Moments” Chapter Demon King 👑

Warning it will contain - Graphic sexual content: domination, roughness, soft choking, fingering, overstimulation, control, praise mixed with degradation kink, breeding kink, teasing, bondage and many pet names.

Also part two is published as well.

#demonkingtanjiro #demon king #tanjiro demon king #yandere tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro x y/n #demon slayer fanfic

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vianthegryphonart · 11 months ago

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I don’t normally do horror themes, and I don’t think my art style really suits it, but I’ve really been enjoying @hootbon's Freakshow!AU, and I wanted to try my hand at putting Grif into it. I actually had been struggling trying to figure out how I wanted Grif to look normally, and took a break from it to sketch an idea for this AU. I ended up loving the sketch that became the full-body image here, and then I worked backwards from it to make the regular Grif design.

There’s more info about Freakshow!Grif under the cut. As well as a little sketch of him interacting with Freakshow!Gangle.

-Instead of a plush, he’s based on the fake taxidermy that freakshows would sometimes display, claiming that they were mythical creatures.

-Compared to his normal form, this Grif is made up of more parts, the front half of his body, the back half, the tail, his forearms and his head all being separate. And unlike how his normal form is fairly uniform over all his parts, each of Freakshow!Grif’s parts are different with things like fur length, fur texture, and the shades of grey varying. Other differences are as follows:

Instead of furred forelegs and cat-like forepaws, this Grif has scaled bird legs and talons.

The claws on Grif’s front feet are now actual claws, curved and sharp, and he also has them on his back feet too.

His beak isn’t plush and is instead a hard material with a serrated edge.

He also has teeth inside his beak. These teeth are almost like a second jaw, he can bite down with them while still keeping his beak open. The teeth themselves are needle sharp and slightly recurved.

Instead of embroidered eyes, he now has glass taxidermy eyes, with black sclera and pupils that are always elliptical.

-He doesn’t have much damage to his body because generally if something attacks him it will tear him apart by breaking the stitches holding him together, rather than by making new holes in him. He does have a notch in his left ear though.

-Grif is often used in shows where they need a wild animal. Sometimes that could mean acting like a circus big cat, balancing on objects, leaping through hoops of fire, that sort of thing. But it could also mean being a danger for others to face, for instance I could imagine someone having to walk a tightrope with Grif prowling underneath ready to maul them if they fall, maybe even him jumping up to snap at their feet.

-He used to only do the bare minimum in shows, not really feeling motivated to do them, and generally just not wanting to bother. Caine punished Grif for this by having his wings torn off. After all, if Grif was going to be lazy and not use them properly, he didn’t deserve to have them. Grif puts as much effort as he can into his performances now. He still does the bare minimum when he isn’t in front of the audience, though.

-When not performing, Grif is generally very chill. He prefers to lounge around and not do much. Grif doesn’t really socialize with anyone, he’s not one for conversation, but he also doesn’t like being on his own, and will often just flop down near where other people are and watch or listen to whatever they’re doing. Outside of performances, Grif isn’t particularly aggressive, however he will defend himself if someone tries to hurt him or annoys him too much.

-Grif despises being restrained, and anything that makes it hard for him to move normally will put him into a panic-induced rage. He will fight tooth and nail to free himself, even if that means injuring himself to escape, he absolutely would chew his own foot off to escape from a bear trap. He will also lash out at anyone that gets close to him, even if they are trying to help him, everyone is a threat to him when he's trapped.

-Relationship with other cast members:

Likes Ragatha (she sometimes helps sew him up when his stitches get broken).

Neutral with Gangle, Zooble, Kinger, Pomni, and Kaufmo.

Dislikes Jax and AIngle (since I think both would have tried to mess with him by restraining/trapping him at least a couple of times).

Hates Caine (for obvious reasons).

-And here’s a little sketch I did of Gangle and Grif fighting after Grif accidentally broke AIngle’s mask. Grif is not going to win this fight, it’s fairly easy to tear him apart, but he won’t go down without a fight. Gangle will probably be nursing a shredded ribbon or two afterwards.

#Grif #gryphon #tadc oc #freakshow!au #Gangle #personal art

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sunflowersteves · 2 years ago

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Shy! innocent!reader seeing bestfriend!Eddies boner for the first time and asking him if she could play with it?

i love this with all my heart

warnings || naive!reader, perv!eddie, smut, blowjob, innocence kink, praise kink, 18+ only

You grab one of Eddie’s pillows with a laugh, attempting to hit him with it.

He laughs, too, chest heaving up and down. He whacks you with his own pillow and the blunt force has you knocked back down onto the bed.

Both of your laughter echos off of his room’s walls and settles into your ears. He looks down, seeing your black skirt ride up to reveal more of your thighs.

Shit.

He knows he got a little problem and has had one ever since you walked into his trailer with a skirt on.

He hoped that the entertainment of a pillow fight would distract you. He hoped that once you got tired out, he could run to the bathroom and get rid of the ache.

“Eddie?”

He deflates a little at your curious voice, wondering what the matter was. His breathing almost stops as he follows your line of sight.

You’re looking down at his black ripped jeans—the big tent of his hardened length wasn’t hard to miss. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

He could feel his jeans almost constrict even tighter from the sparkle in your eyes.

Curiosity. Wonder. Desire.

All of those emotions flowed through you and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together.

“C-Can I touch?”

Huh?

Oh, shit. You wanted to touch him? You wanted to help him?

His breath hitches, “what?”

You shy away at his shocked expression, a little bit of shame bubbling in your chest.

“Did I—did I do something wrong?”

His eyes are wide—brown hues darken and his pupils are blown. “Oh, baby, no. You did nothing wrong. You jus’ surprised me is all.”

Your hands itch closer to his member, mouth watering from the idea—the mere thought of what he looked like.

Is he big? Is he thick? Is there hair? Is one ball bigger than the other? How would it feel?

He watched you unbuckle his belt, and he could feel his breath hitch. “S-Shit—” Your eyes are big—blown out wide as you shuffle his jeans and boxers down.

Your jaw almost hits the floor from his length. He was long, veins bulging and his tip was prominent. “Go on, baby, you can touch it.”

“Okay.”

He bites his lip at the curious cat-like tilt of your head. You’re so fucking cute and hot and—

He grips the worn sheets as you open your mouth. His heart almost swoons are your naive experience as you sit there with his cock in your mouth.

“Swirl your tongue, baby. Y-Yeah, just like that. D-Do it again for me, fuck.”

You swirl your tongue to taste his cock and feel the sensation against your cheeks. You wanted him to teach you how to make him come undone. You wanted him to feel good.

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, that fuckin’ mouth on you. You like it? You like my cock in your mouth?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, showing him just how much you like it when you hollow your cheeks. “Oh fuck, baby, shit!”

His hips buck into your mouth and you gag—eyes stinging “S-Sorry, sweetheart.” You shake your head which prompts a lopsided smile from him.

“Look at you, pretty baby, yeah. You’re takin’ my cock so well. S-Start bobbing you head. Yeah, baby, good girl. My fuckin’ good girl.”

His belly starts to feel like it’s going to burst. He knows by the quirk of your eyebrow and the grind of your thighs against the bed that good girl hit all the right spots.

You bring your hand to cup his right ball. You feel the rounded skin and Eddie swears he’s in heaven right now.

There’s no way his sweet innocent best friend who hasn’t even had her first kiss is shoving her mouth even lower on his cock and cupping his balls.

“O-Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum, baby. I-I’m gonna cum! S-Shit—”

You blink rapidly at the unexpected ropes of hot cum run down your throat. You collect all of it—as much as you can—down your throat and swallow it hole.

Eddie’s gripping your forearms as he rides his high, up and down your mouth using you. His moans were low, but loud and that pride sunk beneath your chest.

“S-Shit, you can spit it out, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to show him that you swallowed it all. “Did you?”

He pauses, brown eyes wide. “Did you swallow all of it?”

You close your mouth to smile wide at him. “I did, Eddie! I swallowed all of you.”

He groans and drops his head back onto the squeaky mattress. “Christ, you are going to be the death of me.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #smut #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader

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grrlsoft · 2 years ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ constellations : eddie munson

summary : summer nights in hawkins are never boring when you have your boyfriend eddie by your side.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : aaand more eddie fluff because i cant stop myself. i love this boy and wanted to write something summer-y for him (since it's summer now where i live lol)

warnings : none! just tooth-rotting fluff ;-D

it's a hot summer evening. Hawkins seems to be asleep, save for the occasional barking of dogs enclosed in people's yards and the loud chitter of cicadas. the scent of laundry floats through the air, a sweet and homey smell, and the sky is deep and black and littered with tiny stars.

you rest on a grassy knoll, spread out on the wide patch of green as your boyfriend, Eddie, lies next to you. the two of you had been in his trailer before this, but you insisted that you wanted to go somewhere to waste the long hours of the night away. with tired reluctance, he agreed. as long as he got to pick the music for the drive there (wherever "there" turned out to be, anyway).

you clutch the grass between your hands, closing and opening your palms over and over again. the ground is cool against your back, providing a welcoming refuge from the sweltering night air. you draw in a long breath, inhaling the smell of nature and laundry detergent and Eddie. the moon rests like a white, elegant crystal ball in the sky, casting pale, shimmering rays of light onto your figure. you smile at her and she smiles back.

"this is boring," Eddie's raspy voice cuts through the summer silence like a knife, "can we go home?"

you sigh at his impatience. "we've only been here for like, half an hour," you reply, "besides, I like being out in nature."

"my trailer not good enough for you?" Eddie scoffs, and you lightly shove his arm, causing him to roll away from you. you laugh as he tumbles in the long grass.

"do that again and I'll roll straight down the hill," he says, his wide brown eyes staring at your darkened silhouette. you nudge him further with your shoe and he makes a small, dejected noise.

"I dare you," you grin.

you giggle as he scoots back up to lie beside you once again. you look at the sky but he looks at you.

"I'm glad we don't live in a big city," you say suddenly, "otherwise we wouldn't be able to see any stars."

Eddie hums, his hands itching to hold you. his eyes can't stay focused on the sky for very long until they're gravitating back towards your figure.

"can you see any constellations?" he whispers into your ear, desperately trying to make an effort to concentrate on something that isn't you. you shake your head.

"no. I wouldn't be able to tell even if there are any," you murmur back. he sighs disappointedly.

there's a long silence between the two of you. a slight breeze tousles your hair and you tilt your head as you stare out into space. the grass tickles the bare skin of your arms.

"we could make our own," you suggest. Eddie raises his brows, considering the idea.

"I like the sound of that," he nods. "where do we start?"

he gazes at you as your wide eyes look across the expanse of the midnight sky. he can see you connecting all the little dots in your head. he likes the way that the stars reflect in your dark pupils, like little mirrors.

"well, how about these ones," your arm moves upward to point out at the sky, "those little blobs there."

Eddie follows your finger and squints. “where?”

You point again, more aggressively this time, “there.”

“not seeing anything,” Eddie shakes his head with a frown. you sigh loudly.

"then humor me for a second," you reply. “I think it looks like a cat.”

Eddie says nothing and then shrugs. “okay. cat. sure.”

you narrow your eyes. "she needs a name, let��s-"

"Eddie junior."

you look over at the brown haired boy and he meets your gaze. you raise a brow skeptically.

"seriously?" the corners of your mouth can't help but turn up at his playfulness.

"it's a good name!" Eddie exclaims, and you laugh. you redirect your attention to the stars. Eddie does too, eventually.

"ooh, you see that like, big squiggle?" Eddie's excited voice interrupts your searching. you follow his hand as he traces a line of stars with his pointer finger. you nod.

"looks like a dragon," Eddie states. you tilt your head to look at it more, and you find yourself agreeing.

"mhm, I can see it's eyes, I think," you say thoughtfully, "it's got big wings, too."

"I'd like to be a dragon," Eddie admits. you turn your gaze over to him. he looks dreamily towards the sky.

"yeah?" you reply. he nods surely, brown eyes still focused on the stars that sit above your heads.

"yeah. I'd like, live in a castle and shit, and guard a big pile of gold and jewels, y'know?" he grins into the night. "oh, and I'd eat anyone who'd come to take any of my treasure."

"sweet," you chuckle, "sounds perfect for you."

"it’s my dream job, actually," he jokes, and you laugh. you sigh happily and look upwards once again.

you're quiet for a while. you look out and search and search for shapes in the dark, tracing the little specks of light with your gaze.

eventually, you find one that you like.

"over there," you break the cool silence, "looks like a unicorn."

Eddie moves to follow your gaze. he narrows his eyes and nods his head slightly.

"oh yeah," his quiet voice tickles your cheek, "it's got a long ass horn. and funny hooves."

you chuckle. "she's trying her best, Eddie."

you look at your starry unicorn and you can swear that she’s looking back at you. you smile in the dark.

"she ain't got no wings, though," Eddie quips suddenly, causing you to roll your eyes.

you lean further against him, not caring about how hot you'll eventually become. "don’t bully her. maybe she and the dragon are friends. he’ll eat you."

Eddie tilts his head to stare at you. you do the same.

"you kind of remind me of a unicorn, you know."

you blink, smiling. "really?"

he nods, reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face. his touch is callous and rough. "mhm. all mystical and pretty and shit. like something out of a fairytale."

you hum wistfully. "I'd like to be a unicorn."

"oh, and I mean that huuuge horn of yours is pretty noticeable too," he jests and you swat his hand away as he pokes your forehead harshly. a deep laugh rumbles from his throat and it sends shivers down your spine.

before you know it, he's climbing on top of you and pushing you back into the grass, kissing you sweetly, fervently. you loop your arms around his neck and lean your forehead against his own. you feel his fingers weasel their way under your tank top, caressing your bare skin. he moves his attention to your neck and places a few delicate kisses to the soft skin there, biting you occasionally. you hug him tightly and bury your face into his curly hair. you inhale the familiar scent of him and run your own hands up and down his back.

"Eddie," you breathe out his name gently, feeling hot and needy, "Eddie, I love you."

Eddie moves and hovers over you. his dark eyes stare into your own. he smiles at your flushed face and how softly you gaze at him.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, his voice filled with admiration. your heart flutters at the nickname he uses for you. "my sweet, sweet unicorn darling."

a laugh bubbles from your throat, and Eddie truly does believe that you are from a fairytale.

#woo more of the boy #hope my fellow eddie luvrs enjoy #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

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