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Hi, what are your thoughts on Megatron? Most Starscream fans don't have very positive ones about him lol, but everyone is different and I would like to know that you think

I like Megatron okay, he doesnt bother me but im not like jumping up and down for megatron content yknow? but I get not liking Megatron as a Starscream fan. It's just, you can't deny how intrinsically the two characters are tied together. Really can't have Starscream without Megatron, which is unfortunate for someone like me who does not like drawing Megatron lol!

Maybe the reason most Starscream fans dont like Megatron is because of their abusive relationship? And let's be clear, due to the power imbalance, I do interpret it as an abusive relationship. Despite how much we like to joke that Starscream deserves the punishment he gets (I'm not entirely sure how attempted murder/political assassination attempts factor into an abuse allegory) no one ACTUALLY deserves to be abused. The fact that Starscream is low key also evil and has done evil things is a separate issue from Megatron's abuse of him, we can hold him accountable for the one while also having sympathy because of the other. For me personally tho? Megatron abusing Starscream doesnt make me dislike the character at all, it's honestly the main draw of the dynamic for me. Maybe I just like to see my blorbos suffer…

The G1 Cartoon Megatron is probably the most fun, and I think this dynamic is the most on the level in terms of Starscream dishing back as much as Megatron gives him. They're all just bullies on the playground, their toxic back and forths feel a lot more slap stick and silly than actual abuse. What makes it work I think is that Megatron is not as crazy powerful as he is in later continuities, and Starscream responds to the abuse like a cartoon villain, immediately bouncing back and plotting his revenge, so it's funny rather than upsetting! I also find it hilarious how Megatron is weirdly nice to all the other Decepticons who aren't Starscream lmao? G1 Cartoon Megatron is a 10/10 for me.

If G1 cartoon's Megatron and Starscream are more on an even playing field, Prime Megatron is like the opposite of that. Prime Megatron is so impossibly powerful it almost feels like no one has a chance against him in a fight, and Prime Starscream is so scrunkly and small it's almost laughable. I think I feel the most pity for Prime Starscream when he gets beat up by Megatron, but he almost always makes up for it by being possibly the most evil of the Starscreams. I like how in the third season, he genuinely seems happy to finally dedicate himself fully to Megatron, but you just know how much he'd been beaten down and broken over and over again to even get to that point. Good for him for trying to get revenge in the sequel series. As for Megatron himself, I think more often than not when I am reading fics I see Prime Megatron in my head, and it's his voice I hear. What can I say, it was the first Transformers show I watched haha. Do I love how his redemption arc was handled? Not particularly, it sorta came out of nowhere, felt really rushed, and he just goes away anyway so we don't even get anything out of it. I like redemption arcs in general, but I don't necessarily think this particular Megatron needed one.

To be perfectly honest, I didn't think the 2005 IDW Megatron deserved one either, only because when it comes to over powered, unstoppable, irredeemably evil Megatrons, this one ranked right up there if we take into consideration everything he did before Dark Cybertron. His redemption does kinda come out of nowhere. But like, idk mang! It's also really fun? Like, Bumblebee carrying him around cuz his pants got blown off is hilarious! Him actually upset at Bumblebee's death and then taking Bumblebee's Autobot badge and putting it on over his own was sweet! Him dealing with the crazy crew of the Lost Light is a lot of fun! And him actually having to confronting and deal with what he's done (and other characters dealing with him dealing with it) is a lot more interesting than just him dying. idk. The comics have been around for years by that point, and passed through the hands of many writers, so if a little handwaving and a little contrivance and a little suspension of disbelief is what is required for us to have an honestly pretty fun take on Megatron, I think I'm okay with that.

I do have one complaint tho, mostly based on content I haven't read yet so take it with a grain of salt. I have been told that the adjacent series to the Lost Light Megatron stuff covers Starscream's side of the story and that it does actually address his abuse at the hands of Megatron. My problem is that apparently (and again I haven't read that far yet so this is just hearsay, but apparently) the writers on the Lost Light Megatron stuff didn't get the memo so while Megatron feels bad for and is working at redemption for all the evil war stuff he did to everyone, the one thing he doesnt regret is apparently his treatment of Starscream? Haha, like come on! on the one hand it's really disappointing to me because id like the catharsis of Megatron’s remorse, but...on the other hand, I guess it's kinda true to life actually. Your abusers are people, and they can change and grow and become better, but it doesnt mean they will ever become better for you. It doesnt mean they will ever apologize or even feel bad for what they did. Maybe theres something to be said about having to move on and heal without that. I guess whether this is a complaint I maintain will depend on how its handled.

I get that some people don't think Megatron should ever get a redemption arch, because he's an abuser, a monster, a tyrant, and an evil warlord, and it's completely fair for your stance to be that he should just be killed and that would be justice. I personally really like continuities that treat him more like just some guy. I think Starscream put it best in 2005 IDW during Megatron's trial when he said Megatron wasn't some political genius or the most gifted strategist. He wasn't even the most evil man. In IDW, Megatron started out as a social advocate from the lower class, and despite the problematic narrative of "the bad guy had a point and just did advocacy wrong/went too far," I think the idea that Megatron kinda got swept up by his own hype and was used by people and powers more devious than he is a compelling one.

Starscream is Starscream, so who knows how much of what he says is true and how much is him lying, but this idea just rings true to me. It humanizes him. If handled well, I'm honestly not opposed to stories redeeming Megatron. I'm also not opposed to stories treating him like the devil and just killing him lol. I love a character that can do both!

Uh uh, what else. Earthspark Megatron is nice, I like him. There's...a bit of cognitive dissonance in trying to reconcile the things he chastises Optimus Prime for and the idea that he still was a ruthless warlord at one point, both of which continue to be left unexplored. Transformers One Megatron is neat, I was worried going in how they would handle the switch from Orion Pax's brother to lets start a 4-6 million year war, but like, I like the way he actually was super okay with accepting his lot in life. Like obviously he didnt like it but he didnt see a point in fighting it, and that adamant complacency as a coping mechanism is what lead to his feelings of rage and betrayal by the end. Also I think its hilarious how much younger he is from all the other Decepticon high command, especially Starscream XD.

I don't think I've read or watched anything else with Megatron in it. Man, I wrote a lot. At the end of the day, Megatron is a good character, I like the role he plays in Transformers, I'm not like actually that interested in him on his own but more what he brings to the table when considering Starscream's character. You can't have one without the other! Do I ship them? No, not really, no more than any other ship. But I'll still read Megastar stuff cuz sometimes you just want to watch two people be toxic and make it hurt so good. I'll always prefer Trine stuff anyway ha! Have fun out there!

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Beneath the Moonlight - Remus Lupin

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Summary: In the days leading up to a full moon, Remus Lupin receives an anonymous gift basket filled with potions, chocolates, and a carefully-brewed Wolfsbane Potion.

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Y/N considered herself a rather observant student, especially when it came to the Marauders. It was hard not to notice them, really. They were practically a four-person parade through the halls of Hogwarts—pranks, laughter, and charm trailing behind them like a comet's tail. James Potter with his messy hair and endless attempts to impress Lily Evans, Sirius Black with his dazzling grin and effortless cool, Peter Pettigrew following close, always eager to please. But one Marauder stood out to her more than the rest. Remus Lupin.

There was something about him that had Y/N hooked from the beginning. Perhaps it was his quiet brilliance or the way he seemed to carry a world of mysteries in those warm, honey-colored eyes. Or maybe, it was the way new scars seemed to appear on his face and hands every so often, faint but unmistakable. They fascinated her, those scars, and as her gaze lingered on him in class or at meals, she found herself trying to figure him out.

And, admittedly, somewhere along the way, Y/N developed a bit of a crush on him. But who wouldn’t? He was brilliant, always top of the class without trying too hard, and—and yes, he was gorgeous. Handsome in that annoyingly effortless way. Soft, tousled hair that practically begged to be touched, sharp cheekbones, and—Merlin, those knit jumpers that always made him look so adorable. How was that fair? It was like he’d been sculpted by some benevolent god of tall, bookish, sweater-loving dream boys.

But Y/N’s interest in him was more than just attraction. There was something… otherworldly about him. She’d started to notice patterns—how he would seem worn and pale every few weeks, how he would disappear entirely from school grounds for a day or two, only to return looking exhausted and, if possible, even more scarred than before.

A month ago, after endless speculation and careful observation, Y/N had arrived at a conclusion: Remus Lupin was probably a werewolf. She wasn’t completely certain; it was more of an educated guess. But what could she do with this theory? It wasn’t like she could walk up to him and blurt out, “Hey, Remus! You don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you for months, and I just wanted to ask, are you, by any chance, a werewolf?”

The thought alone made her cringe. Y/N sighed, tapping her quill against her parchment. Remus Lupin might be full of mysteries and maybe—just maybe—she’d get the courage to actually talk to him someday.

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The full moon was only a few days away, and Y/N could already see the toll it was taking on Remus. He was limping slightly, a stiffness in his stride that made her heart ache, and the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than ever. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t been sleeping in days, and though she knew he had his friends—the Marauders, always fiercely loyal—she couldn’t help but feel he needed more comfort than they could provide. She wanted to do something for him, something small but meaningful.

The idea hit her while she was rummaging through her bag in the library: an anonymous get-well-soon basket. She could leave it outside his dorm, a collection of little comforts to ease the days leading up to his transformation. She’d make sure it was subtle, not too personal, just enough to lift his spirits without drawing attention.

Excitement and nerves mixed in her stomach as she mentally listed what she’d need. A couple potions to help with sleep, pain, and anxiety, some of Honeydukes' finest chocolate, a soft blanket to keep him warm, and a few baked goods from the kitchen elves. She might even add a small note with a simple message—“Hope these bring you a bit of comfort during the full moon. Take care of yourself.”

Over the next couple of days, Y/N carefully gathered everything. She bought him a midnight-blue wool blanket that felt like a hug in fabric form and a variety of different chocolates. She used her advanced potion skills to make Murtlap Essence, a Calming Draught, and a Healing Potion.

But the most important addition was a small bottle of Wolfsbane Potion. She’d somehow managed to get her hands on the recipe, even though it wasn’t officially taught at Hogwarts—and she’d acquired a secret stash of the rare ingredients needed to brew it, though she'd never admit where from. It had taken several nights of brewing in the abandoned classroom she’d found, but she’d done it.

The full moon was only two days away when she finished assembling the basket, carefully placing the note on top before leaving it right outside the boys' dormitory. With a final glance over her handiwork, she quickly walked back to her dorm, satisfied with her work.

As she returned to her room, a little thrill of satisfaction bubbled within her. Maybe, just maybe, her small gesture would help Remus feel a little less alone, a little less burdened by the full moon’s approach. And that thought alone was enough to fill her with quiet joy.

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Just a few floors below, the Marauders were still lounging in the Gryffindor common room, sprawled across chairs and couches as the fire crackled low. They’d spent hours discussing pranks, arguing about the latest Quidditch match, and bickering about everything from Potions homework to the best way to dodge Filch. When the last embers started to die, they finally decided it was time to call it a night.

As they made their way up the stairs, it was James who first spotted the basket. He froze mid-step, eyebrows raised as he pointed it out. "Er, lads... anyone know what this is?"

The other boys crowded around, peering down at the unexpected sight.

“No clue,” Peter murmured, squinting at the note resting on top.

Sirius, with his usual curiosity, leaned down and plucked up the note, inspecting it with a grin before his eyes gleamed mischievously. “Ooooooh, Remus, it’s for you!” he cooed, reading the note aloud for the group: ‘Hope these bring you a bit of comfort during the full moon. Take care of yourself.’

The boys’ faces all fell at once. Whoever had left this knew. Someone had figured it out. Their carefully crafted excuses, the timing of their sneaking around, all the little tricks they’d come up with—they thought it was foolproof. But apparently, someone had been watching more closely than they’d realized.

Without another word, they grabbed the basket, exchanging uneasy glances as they rushed into the dormitory, shutting the door firmly behind them. They gathered around Remus’s bed, where James set the basket down, and just stared at it.

“Well? Open it already!” James urged, his voice a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a tinge of concern.

Remus took a steadying breath. His friends were watching him closely as he slowly lifted the wrapping, half-expecting some kind of prank to burst out at him. But instead, he found an assortment of thoughtful items neatly arranged within the basket. A stack of Honeydukes chocolates, carefully tied together with string. A blanket, dark blue and soft, lay folded at the side. Several small bottles—potions, each labeled with precision, sat in the center, cushioned by tissue paper.

They all scanned the contents in awe and curiosity, but Sirius was the first to notice something unusual. He gasped, eyes widening as he pointed to one particular bottle.

“Holy shit, is that—”

“Wolfsbane,” Remus finished quietly, staring at the vial with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

They all fell silent, taking in the implications of that single bottle. Wolfsbane Potion was incredibly complex, nearly impossible for a student to brew, and yet here it was—crafted, sealed, and ready for him. Someone had not only figured out his secret but had gone to lengths far beyond casual concern. The potion’s presence in the basket hinted at more than just kindness; it was a deeply personal gesture, an unspoken understanding that spoke volumes.

Remus swallowed hard, his fingers brushing the cool glass of the bottle. "Did the card say who it was from?" he asked, looking over at Sirius, who shrugged and handed him the note again.

Remus read the short message over and over, searching for any hidden clues, some hint that might give away the sender. But the note was short, simple, and entirely anonymous. He turned it over, checked for invisible ink, even held it up to the light, but there was nothing.

“Not a single hint?” James murmured, peering over his shoulder, a frown deepening across his face. “Nothing?”

The group exchanged baffled glances. They examined the basket once more, handling each item carefully to make sure nothing seemed dangerous. The potions were labeled clearly and accurately, the chocolate smelled rich and sweet, and the blanket was incredibly soft—perfect for a night when he’d be feeling cold and drained. Every item seemed genuine, carefully chosen, with not a hint of a prank or hex.

As they finished examining the basket, they slowly started getting ready for bed. Remus sat quietly on his bed, his mind racing as he took in the kindness of it all. He tucked the potions into his bedside drawer, hiding the chocolate where he knew Sirius wouldn’t be able to steal it, and spread the blanket over his bed. It was soft, warmer than his own, and the weight of it settled over him like a quiet comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.

Sliding under the blanket, Remus felt a warmth blooming in his chest. Someone out there knew his secret, but instead of using it against him, they’d tried to make things a little easier. And he knew, without question, that he had to figure out who it was.

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The full moon had passed in a calm that Remus had never experienced before. He woke that morning still feeling sore, but the aches were manageable. Normally, the transformations left him scarred and hollow, as if all the energy and warmth had been drained from him, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. But this time, thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion and the potions from the basket, he felt… human. Less broken.

After seeing the other Marauders off to class, Remus leaned back into his bed, feeling the softness of the new blanket wrap around him like a gentle hug. He’d spent the morning drinking one of the calming potions, using the healing salve for his aches, and nibbling on a bit of chocolate to ease his nerves. And though he was grateful, he couldn’t shake the strange blend of curiosity and unease that swirled in his mind. Who knew? Who cared this much? The secrecy felt like a burden, yet he couldn’t help but feel a small glow of warmth every time he glanced at the basket.

Meanwhile, James, Sirius, and Peter were trying to answer that very question in their own way. During Potions, they’d had an idea. Whoever had brewed Wolfsbane Potion had to be incredibly skilled, so finding out who had the best marks in Potions could narrow things down. The second Slughorn dismissed them, they pounced.

Sirius leaned casually on Slughorn’s desk, grinning with exaggerated innocence. “Professor,” he began, “say I wanted to improve my Potions skills. Just hypothetically.”

Slughorn’s eyebrows lifted, clearly intrigued by Sirius’s unusual interest. “Oh? Well, it’s about time, Mr. Black. I’d say your marks could certainly use a bit of boosting.”

“Oh, I know, I know!” Sirius waved his hands, laughing a bit. “That’s exactly why I was thinking maybe a bit of tutoring could help. So… who would you say is the top student in your class?”

James sidled up next to him, nodding earnestly. “Yeah, Professor. Who’s the best at brewing?”

Slughorn looked delighted, his chest puffing with pride at the idea of his Gryffindor students taking a sudden interest in his class. He lowered his voice as though he were sharing a prized secret. “Ah, if you’re looking for someone with real talent, you’d want to speak with Y/N Y/L/N. A truly gifted student! Absolutely meticulous with her brewing, and a Gryffindor as well! You boys ought to know her.”

Sirius and James exchanged baffled glances. “Y/N Y/L/N?” James muttered, frowning in thought.

Peter piped up, looking a little surprised. “Oh, I remember her. We did a project together in second year. She’s very sweet. I suppose she’s easy to miss, always keeping to herself.”

“Right…” Sirius trailed off, scratching his chin. “Doesn’t sound like the type to be sneaking around in the dead of night to drop off mysterious gift baskets, does she?”

“People can surprise you,” Peter shrugged. “I bet she’s got her reasons.”

After classes were over, the three Marauders nearly sprinted back to the dormitory. They’d waited all day to tell Remus their findings, and as soon as they saw him, they launched right into it.

“So,” Sirius said, flopping dramatically onto Remus’s bed, “we might know who left the basket.”

Remus looked up, eyebrows raised, though he tried to appear casual. “Really?”

James nodded, practically bouncing with excitement. “Y/N Y/L/N. Slughorn says she’s his top student in Potions. And she’s a Gryffindor, so she’d know where to find us.”

The name caught Remus off guard. “Y/N Y/L/N?” He knew exactly who she was—quiet, always hanging at the edges of things, never drawing attention to herself. He remembered her from their earlier years, especially a few years back when she and Peter had done that project together. She’d been kind and incredibly smart, but she always seemed to fade into the background.

Sirius shot him a curious look. “Wait—do you actually know her?”

Remus hesitated, carefully picking his words. “I mean… I remember her. We’ve been in classes together since first year.”

But what he didn’t say was that he’d once felt drawn to her quiet kindness. She wasn’t like other students; there was a thoughtfulness to her, a gentle intelligence that had always intrigued him. He remembered her now, the shy girl who had somehow made him feel seen, and the idea that she might have left the basket stirred something inside him—a mix of hope and nerves.

Sirius smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, you remember her, do you?”

Remus rolled his eyes, trying to hide his blush. “Look, it’s probably not her. There’s no way she’d still remember… I mean, we barely ever talked.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Barely ever talked? That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t care. Besides,” he added with a grin, “you clearly want it to be her.”

Remus glanced away, not trusting himself to deny it. Because if it really was Y/N… she’d have gone to extraordinary lengths just to help him. It would mean she knew his secret and, rather than fearing him, had quietly found a way to ease his burden. And perhaps the most surprising part? He found himself hoping it was her.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Alright. I’ll talk to her. See if there’s anything to this theory of yours.”

The next morning, with a hint of apprehension and excitement, Remus set out to find her. He decided to look in the library first, where he thought she might be studying between classes. But as he crossed the common room, he spotted her in the far corner, curled up in a chair with a thick book on her lap.

He took a steadying breath and made his way over to her. She looked up, clearly surprised to see him, her eyes widening as he gave a small, nervous smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Do you mind if I join you?”

She blinked, a little flustered, but nodded, gesturing to the seat across from her. “Um, of course, Remus.”

They sat in a slightly awkward silence for a moment, and Remus could feel his heart beating hard in his chest. He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of her attention on him.

“So… I, uh, wanted to thank you,” he started, not sure how to bring it up. “For… everything.”

She stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushing, but kept her gaze steady. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she replied quietly.

He watched her, seeing the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips, and knew then, without a doubt, that she was the one. “The gift basket. The potions. The blanket.” He lowered his voice. “The Wolfsbane. It helped me… more than I can say.”

Her face softened, and she nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I’m… really glad to hear that. I just wanted you to have what you needed. It’s not easy going through all that on your own.”

Remus felt his heart swell. Here she was, fully aware of the truth and yet sitting here, calm and kind, accepting him exactly as he was.

He met her gaze, feeling a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in ages. “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I did to deserve that kind of kindness from you, but… it means a lot.”

They sat there in a comfortable silence, the unspoken words passing between them, understanding filling the space. He knew he’d found a friend in her—someone who saw through the mask he wore and had chosen to help, not out of pity, but because she understood what it meant to care quietly, deeply, and without expectation.

And perhaps, he thought with a hint of warmth, this was only the beginning of something much deeper.

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A/N ~ this is kinda rushed sorry, school is killing me :P

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Astro observation (part six ) - spouse edition 💗

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♥️ Groom/Briede sextile/trine Venus in natal chart- your fs could awaken undeniable magnetism within you , especially in social or romantic contexts. Your fs might bring out your most charismatic and charming self which will make you feel more attractive and drawing people to you, whether it's through your energy, your presence or your aura.

♥️ Groom/ Briede sextile/ trine Chiron in natal chart -

This is a unique love. It may feel like a journey of awakening and transformation. Your fs may encourage you to see love as an evolving process, not something static or confined to traditional views of romantic relationships. This could open your eyes to a new type of connection which is based on mutual healing, growth and a deeper understanding of love that is not only nurturing but also freeing.

♥️ I have seen individuals who have groom or briede opposite northnode in natal chart may face many hardships in loves before committing to their fs.

♥️ union in 6th house in your natal chart - a spiritual union with your fs. The ambience of your wedding day will be very magnetic. A spiritual union between two souls. I think you married them in the past lives too. (12th house union in derivative astrology).

♥️ Uranus opposite union asteroid in natal chart- could meet your fs through social media or after meeting them face to face you guys could connect with social media because of long distance. This placement could also indicate unpredictable relationship. People are confused how you guys meet or how this relationship works with your fs. Maybe a huge age gap, social status differences etc.

♥️ Briede opposite fama in natal chart - if you are popular/ or in the public eye in some way or if your spouse is a public figure then it can create some obstacles between your relationships. You could feel like people are constantly meddling between you guys and gossiping about you. You might want privacy but people are getting on your nerves. All the best guys 🥲.

♥️ Jupiter in 7th house in natal chart - everytime I feel so excited after seeing this placement in someone's chart. This is ideal placement for marriage and relationships. Jupiter is expansion. The relationship with your fs will be very comforting, nurturing, you will feel like this relationship changes you for better. You feel safe in their arms.

♥️ Europa in 11th house in groom/briede/juno pc - your fs could be very popular among their community or friends. In a bigger sense They could be a public figure/ social media influencer. If it's in leo then the chances of them being a famous personality is prominent.

♥️ if you have part of fortune conjunct groom in fama persona chart then there's high chance your fs might be a famous figure or even a celebrity.

♥️ Venus opposite descendant in groom pc/juno pc - your fs might feel a sense of tension between what they desire in a relationship and what they actually need for emotional balance. There could be dissatisfaction in commited partnerships if they feel they are not getting the romantic satisfaction they crave.

♥️ union conjunct Ceres in groom pc/juno pc - the initial meeting with your fs may feel like you've found someone who instinctively understands how to nurture and support you , possibly offering you a sense of emotional safety you haven't experienced before.

♥️ Groom opposite saturn in groom/ briede or juno pc - your fs might have a tendency to hold back emotionally, especially when it comes to showing affection or vulnerability. There might be a sense that they need to feel secure before fully opening up. They may appear more reserved or distant when you first meet, possibly taking time to fully commit or express their feelings. This could require patience and effort on both sides.

♥️ Asteroid spirit(37452) in Scorpio/ in 8th house/ in 12th house/ in Pisces in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean your fs has ability to talk to spirits. They can feel spirits around them. Possibly they have interests in occult/ witchy things. Also spirits might talk to them in their dreams quite often.

♥️ Telephus (5264) in 3rd house/in Gemini of Groom/ Briede / juno pc could mean they could read others mind very well. They possess strong intuition.

♥️ if Telephus(5264) is in 12th house/in Pisces of Groom/ briede/ juno pc they this can indicate that you and your future spouse is already connected in the 5D realm. You might not aware of this very well but there's a constant telepathic connection is going on between you two.

♥️ Pintar( 33103) in 5th house/ in leo in groom / briede / juno pc could mean they are an excellent painter ( hobby or career). In general this could also mean they possess artistic qualities. If this conjunct sun then this could be their way of expressing themself.

♥️ Biblialexa (51895) in Gemini/ 3rd house in groom / briede / juno pc could mean they love to read books. Could be a bookworm lol. They could also be a writer. Check if 10th ruler conjunct this asteroid or if it's in 10th house then this could be their career as well. This could also indicate they could be some sort of teacher.

♥️ cook (3061) in 4th house/ 2nd house/ 6th house or in Virgo, Taurus, cancer in groom/ briede/ juno pc then this could mean they are very good cook. If this asteroid conjunct moon / mercury then the same meaning. They have a knack to try different cuisines.

♥️ moon opposite juno in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean your fs is emotionally invested and nurturing but struggles with finding the balance between intimacy and commitment. There may be moments where he/she feels emotionally disconnected from his/her relationship expectations especially in long-term commitments. They need to work on this. But don't worry if they work on this your relationship will be fulfilling. Try to help them in this matter as well.

♥️ Uranus 5th house in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean unexpected pregnancy or it could also be possible that you might become pregnant fast after marriage.

♥️ Venus conjunct Jupiter is one of the best aspect to have in your groom / briede/ juno pc. This indicates happy and fulfilling union. Your fs is that type of person who always see the best in others. This is very fortunate aspect.

♥️ makhaon (3063) in 6th house/in Virgo/conjunct 10th ruler in groom pc/ briede pc/ juno pc could mean your fs could work in healing/ medicine industry.

Or in general people comes to them for emotional support often. They are that friend when you need someones shoulder to cry they are always there for you. Also whatever work they do in a professional sense that can bring healing to others in some way.

♥️ makhaon (3063) in 12th house/ in Pisces in groom/ briede/ juno pc could mean they are into occult/ mysticism. They are into spiritual healing. Also they could be a great psychologist/ psychiatrist.

♥️ Asteroid Thalia(23) in leo / gemini/ Sagittarius or in 5th house or 3rd house in groom/ Briede/ juno pc then this could mean they are very witty, playful, possess comedian abilities and have a very good sense of humor. You will never feel bored with them. It will be like they are cracking jokes every minute and also they could be love to tease you alot.

♥️ Casanova(7328) conjunct union in groom / briede / juno pc could mean your fs will flirt with you alot upon the first metting. Hmm they have courage tho 🥲.

♥️ Casanova(7328)in 5th house/7th house or in Libra/gemini/leo / Aries in groom pc/ briede/ juno pc could mean they flirts with you alot every day. They are very bold, romantic and a passionate lover. They will tease you alot. If it conjunct Venus then it will be their love language.

Thanks for reading 💓

- PIKO 💖

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 40

The title image wonderfully demonstrates the difference between Laios, Chilchuck, and Senshi in how much they pay attention to their party members.

Despite his lack of drawing skill, Laios's drawing has every major detail of Marcille's pose, including her hairstyle, how her arms are bent, her general expression, and how she's wearing her clothes. He just sucks at getting the fine details. Notice also that Laios is looking at Marcille and trying to be as accurate as possible.

Chilchuck's artwork is better but his drawing is an approximation of what she looks like. His drawing doesn't have her hairstyle nor her facial expression. Chilchuck is not looking at Marcille either; he's not checking to make sure his drawing is accurate.

Senshi just doesn't care.

Laios lost a bit of everyone's trust when they found out he'd been keeping a monster as a sword. And last chapter, they lost more trust when they learned he'd already met the magician and never realized it. This contest is probably not the best way to figure out who is real or fake. He's using it as a chance to prove he can discern things about people.

Since we're only dealing with one fake this chapter, I'm just going to call them that this chapter, but I'll go back to using my naming system from last chapter later.

The real Senshi, Chilchuck, and Marcille were the ones who voiced concern that Laios was going to screw this up.

Between the pairs, I had the most trouble keeping track of which Chilchuck was the real one. The best way I can describe the difference between them is Fake Chilchuck looks more "anime". His eyes are bigger and are generally more expressive than the real Chilchuck's. His hair is also messier.

With the Marcille's I was able to cheat by checking what her hair looked like before all this. But I also noticed that Fake Marcille has less expression than the real one. Fake Marcille always seems exhausted and resigned. Her forehead is also bigger than the real Marcille's.

Fake Senshi is easy to point out. He looks like he should be in a more serious series akin to Fist of the North Star.

The party is accidentally divulging a lot of their negative opinions about each other. Marcille and Senshi basically said they'd like Chilchuck more if he acted like a cute kid. Chilchuck and Senshi don't like how Marcille complains about everything. Marcille and Chilchuck think Senshi looks dopey.

This was when Laios had his epiphany.

The only time someone didn't seem to be fooled by the fakes was Marcille seemed to realize who the fake Senshi was. Everyone else fell for the fakes. And since they all fell for the fakes, and they didn't have any faith in Laios's ability to figure out who the fakes were, it wouldn't have mattered how correct Laios was. It was always going to turn into a fight.

The Marcille's are trying to keep the other from casting magic and maybe even trying to asphyxiate each other.

Laios needed the others to make a full course meal to determine who was who, but as soon as he decided to just hunt the shapeshifter itself, he figured out instantly what type of monster it must be, its behaviour pattern, and where it was hiding.

Falin did say Laios does a great dog impression in chapter 17. And yeah, he does. He was so impressive that he deceived a monster that specializes in deception.

Anoutolid and Fucchi were the dogs in the chapter 26 title image and flashback.

I think the shapeshifter's true form is supposed to be a tanuki but with the split tail of a kitsune. Both of them have myths related to shapeshifting and tanukis use leaves to make their transformations.

At first, I thought the shapeshifter looked like a wolf. It was introduced with a hypothetical situation of it infiltrating a sheep flock. So it would be a "wolf in sheep's clothing".

Marcille was the only one who realized how stupid the situation had gotten and decided to end it.

I didn't catch onto any of the things Laios used to figure out who was real. I did catch the part where Fake Marcille mentioned eating fishman eggs though.

Laios sucks at understanding people's motivations and he sucks at remembering what people have done. But it turns out that he's excellent at picking up on mannerisms and behaviour.

He loves studying monsters and that is all about learning how they act and behave. He kind of applied that to the others to figure out who the fakes were. With Marcille, its especially noteworthy because he knew that Marcille was the kind of person who doesn't learn from her mistakes. And it was only when Marcille brought up the fishman eggs that Laios remembered that he tricked her into eating them.

Senshi is picking up every grain of spilled rice. He will let nothing go to waste.

Wait, I recognize that face! I take back everything negative I said about Asebi!

And now I realize why that gauntlet in chapter 39 looked familiar. She's the one who grabbed Marcille's hand in the blizzard.

Now that this is over, I can go over who made which fakes. Here's a reference I found that came from one of the guidebooks.

I got all the Chilchucks and Marcilles right but I got F1 Laios, F2 Laios, F1 Senshi, and F2 Senshi mixed up. In my defense, I didn't know that Marcille was once told that Laios looks like Falin nor did I know that Chilchuck thinks dwarfs are manly.

I think part of what inspired F3 Laios was that moment in chapter 15 where Laios lost his temper because Chilchuck wouldn't let him cook the fishmen.

If F1 Marcille is based on when Marcille resurrected Falin, that would explain why she looks so glum. I kind of think F1 Marcille was also prone to acting annoyed, and I think Laios probably thinks Marcille is annoyed in general.

F3 Marcille's hairstyle is most similar to what Marcille had when they fought the red dragon. But it's missing the finer details like the side braids.

Every one of the fakes Senshi made can be summed up as "I grew up in a super racist community and it still negatively impacts my initial opinions of people".

Laios definitely has the least bias about his party members. The fakes he made are the most objectively accurate but were missing some finer details. It's kind of hypocritical that Chilchuck and Senshi chastised Laios last chapter when their fakes were far more off.

Since Laios created F1 Marcille, him managing to pick the real Marcille is doubly impressive because he had to pick the one who isn't perfectly like the Marcille in his head. In his head, Laios knows Marcille is scared of undines and she should know better than to casually pour boiling water since that's what angered the undine. But he knows her well enough to realize that she's also careless enough to absentmindedly make the same mistake twice.

I said the fakes Laios made are the most objectively accurate, but there's something about F1 Marcille that looks more "beautiful" than the actual Marcille. I proposed in chapter 34 that Laios might have an ear fetish, but I think he might have some romantic feelings for her. From what little we saw of F2 Chilchuck and F3 Senshi's behaviour, they act like the real ones. But F1 Marcille was less moody, more self-aware, and more self-sacrificing for Falin's sake. Laios picking the real Marcille means he had to accept who she actually is, warts and all.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Ima be real honest when I first came to your blog ages ago the designs of Ludwig and Santi made me assume it was a gay (mlm specifically) blog (due to most male characters being so when presented in that way), which would have been fine but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m interested in often so I probably wouldn’t have stuck around.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that most of your characters are bisexual and also that your blog is mostly geared towards women as most of the monster stuff I’ve come across has been geared towards men, which has made it annoying to try and find things more relevant in the past. Whenever I have actually occasionally come across monsterfucker content geared towards women in the past it’s usually just been humans that hardly look monstrous in the slightest (aka maybe they just have fangs) or are too far on the other end of the spectrum where it almost just feels like beastiality

No- No anon- You can't just drop this in my hands and take off running. What. What do you- Be honest. Do I have the artstyle of a gay man? Putting that one aside (which I will need to unpack rsrsrs)-

I absolutely understand what you're saying. More below.

While a lot of the monsterfucker content I consume is veered towards women, most of that content is written. Because when it's drawn, it doesn't always meet my standards, just like it doesn't for you. It could be because the character is indeed too humanoid, because it's generic werewolf_#32980, they're too pretty, or anything else really. It's hard to explain but it doesn't always hit the spot.

I'll concede that sometimes it's quite hard to determine how sentient a described monster is, but you can always explicitly impart sentience onto them as the creator (like a licker from RE, for example. Sentience? Ehh, questionable. But a licker OC who retains sentience after transforming? Okay with me.) Unfortunately, some people like to lump teratophilia and literal animals in the same bag. I've had one admitted zoo follow me, instant block naturally.

A lot of the inspiration and personal favorite monster drawings of mine are, actually, made by gay men. They draw monsters better, I just can't pinpoint why. I like the style better, which inhuman features they choose to incorporate and how they do it. A lot of it is from gay furry artists that don't even consider themselves monsterfuckers yet draw monsters like they were born for it. I like it when they're cartoony yet still hot, they have more style variety, I think. There's so much to like that you often don't see in a woman monsterfucker's work. It saddened me a lot, before I started making my own content, that all of it was for men. Thus my enjoyment was always a bit tainted by disappointment.

I never made a conscious effort to emulate the style of mlm artists, truly. I just try to draw what I like. But a lot of what I sometimes attempt to syphon into my art comes from possibly mlm or not entirely originally women-oriented styles, yes.

You've made me question the vibes of my own art now. 🤔

[early20sfailingplenty]

A while ago, you wrote Lester with a vampire s/o, and I was wondering if I can request something where he (and bros) find out she’s a siren? Maybe like, when she’s in her human form, she’s like, a regular girl, but when she’s in her siren form (which happens when she becomes wet), she has the typical abilities of a siren?

Lester would think it's the coolest thing ever! He's the kind of guy who finds out you can draw and unthinkingly asks if you can draw him! He means it with genuine encouragement, and it's only after you wince and seem to withdraw a little from him that he realises that perhaps he's being a little bit pressuring towards you and your skills.

Similarly, when he finds out that you transform into a siren when your skin becomes wet, Lester immediately wants to see!

"C'mon, darlin', c'n y'show me?" He's grinning, having only ever heard of sirens on TV and from those books which Bo used to read to him when the three brothers huddled up into one person's bed to comfort one another when their parents were fighting.

If you indulge him and transform, he wants to see you show off your skills - what can you do? It's very genuine, very supportive, with Lester whooping and hollering even if all you did was flick your tail as you come up for air - whether you need it or not, the mythology surrounding sirens can be contrary at times. If you don't, Lester ain't too bothered - he'll see it sooner or later. Sooner, he hopes, he's excited!He didn't know you could do this and he wants to see!!! He knows how to be patient and in the end, time tells all.

If it's possible, Lester falls even more in love with you, and in the back of his mind he's working out ways to use this to his advantage - sirens lure sailors, he lures canvases to Ambrose... yeah, this could be fun...

Bo scoffs when you tell him, he doesn't believe you, no matter how well you set up telling him, or even if he finds out because you transform.

You could be in the water in front of him, swishing your tail emphatically, and he would still bend down, squinting in concentration, trying to see how you're doing it. The call of the siren is irresistible, however, and the sweet haunting tones you emit from deep inside your throat would finally be what would convince him - he'd be powerless to resist even if he wanted to.

"You're real pretty, darlin', ain't never seen nothin' like it 'fore."

You should hope not, you silently bristle, but Bo's reverent gaze and calculative smirk as he mentally adjusts his killing routine to include you... it sends your tail curling - you might be the siren, but Bo is the honey trap, and you're both stuck.

Vincent, ironically, is the one least surprised. He always thought, in the privacy of his mind, that you were like a siren - how else had he been so immediately drawn to you, falling in love with you before he had even known your name? He had often sculpted sirens while thinking of you, you had an ethereal air about you. He had thought it an unexplainable facet of your personality - clearly, it wasn't.

He would sometimes ask you to sing to him; when his thoughts are too loud or he's angry or he just needs something to shut his mind down for a little bit. Your voice instantly sweeps him out to sea, like sailors in times gone by, and all Vincent can do is stand there and take it all in. You can lull him to sleep - he trusts you to protect him, though your true form is known the world over for causing the death of thousands.

How beautiful, then, that a man who has killed tens of people feels safe in the presence of one who has likely done the same. Truly, a match made in hell.

[overanalyzingtaleblr]

TALEVEMBER 2024

Last year there was a Talevember, and now there's one this year!

I wanted to make this more about characters just so each day we could focus on someone new! And maybe spread some new ideas about them.

These prompts don't need to be drawings, they can be anything you want! Including art, fanfic, memes, headcanons, or just normal text posts.

I also made a general prompts list

This one would be used for more traditional art months, though feel free to use the prompts for anything you want. These prompts don't have to line up with the character prompts, and vise versa.

I hope everyone has fun with these! I look forward to seeing what people do with them.

I will also be participating as much as I can and will be posting videos and wiki pages to catch up on characters.

Below is a more in-depth look at what each character prompt includes, in case anyone needs clarification

Jimmy Casket - just him and any surrounding ideas

P.I.E - Paranormal Investigators Extraordinaire. Just the group as a whole. Anything about them, but mostly like as a connected group. Johnny Ghost, Johnny Toast, Fred Spooker, and Colon Ghostie, and the organization they're a part of.

Billion Year War - The arc in which

Billy Acachalla - just him and any surrounding ideas

Ghost’s Family - refers to Johnny Ghost and anyone in his family. This includes Gregory Casket, his mother, his father (any of them), Ernie Ghost, as well as anyone stated to be related to him. May also refer to his family as a unit.

Gertrude - Gertrude Acachalla and any surrounding ideas

Acachalla Gang - The Acachalla Gang refers to the gang Papa Acachalla used to be a part of. It contained Papa Acachalla, Maxwell Acachalla, Jose Jose Jose Jose, Princeton Quagmire, and possibly Jeremy Acachalla and Kermit the Claw.

Unicorns - refers to Starduat Sprinkleshine, Sparkly Puddlebuns, any other unicorn, and the Floating Gun of the Aztecs in which people transform into Unicorns.

Spencer - Spencer Acachalla and any surrounding ideas

Maddie Friend - just her and any surrounding ideas

Police Officers - refers to any Police Officers in the VT universe, main one being Officer Maloney, or Jenny Toast (sister). There are plenty of other police officers to take from as well.

Fred Spooker - Fred "Spooker" Soup and any surrounding ideas

Enemies of PIE - refers to any enemy of PIE. Examples include: Maxwell Acachalla, Toilet Toucher, Darth Calculus, Housekeeper, and Prince Fang.

Johnny Toast - just him and any surrounding ideas

D.o.I.E - Destroyers of Inveatigators Extraordinaire is a group consisting of Johnny Cranky, Meow Pebble, and Jimmy (presumably Jimmy Casket). This prompt may also be used to talk about Deadly Investigators Extraordinaire which includes Darth Calculus, Billy Acachalla, and possibly Gertrude. These two groups are sometimes combined by the fandom

Uncommons - any characters who are a bit more obscure or that people in the fandom don't talk about much. This prompt is very vague and thus can be used to talk about pretty much anyone, specifically if they don't already have a prompt. Characters that come to mind are Light Zeron, Josh, K-78-C, and HigglyDigglyHougan.

Papa Acachalla - just him and any surrounding ideas

Sue Acachalla - just her and any surrounding ideas

Soup Family - refers to everyone included in the Soup family, including Chalalata Soup, Apupu Soup, Fred Soup, Darth Calculus, Barnacle Soup, as well as anyone else either related to them, or brought up in conversations around their family (like Goober or Sally Betty Jessica)

Johnny Ghost - just him and any surrounding ideas

Paranormal Entities - refers to any paranormal entity in the VT universe, or discussion around paranormal entities as a group. Characters who come to mind are Woah, Cardboard Friend, Aimee, the lvl25 cat demon, among many others

Creepypasta Highschool - refers to both the Creepypasta Highschool, as well as students and teachers there. Main students there are Slenderman, The Rake, and Jeff the Killer. The main teacher being Mr. Sviggles

Gavin Toast - just him and any surrounding ideas

A Tale Series - refers to any tale series on the channel. Main ones being A Minecraft Tale, A Skyrim Tale, A Fallout Tale, and An Oblivion Tale. Unfortunately these all had to be crammed into one prompt.

Colon Ghostie - Chris "Colon" Ghostie and any surrounding ideas

Acachalla Family - refers to anyone in the Acachalla Family, both as a household, and any extended family they may have. The Acachalla Family tree is extensive.

Taleblr OCs - refers to any original character, either from the fandom, or that you made up! Get creative, or discover someone else's OC!

Sally Acachalla - just her and any surrounding ideas

Jenny and Jenny - Jenny Ghost and Jenny Toast, both as a team and individually.

Early PIE - refers to the early years of P.I.E. It includes the creation of the team, as well as early characters like Katrina, Mary Toast, Dark Pit, Johnny Boast, and Johnny Roast. Could also refer to Gregory Casket.

Thank you for taking an interest in my Talevember list! I hope it brings everyone some fun and allowed the fandom to spread ideas to each other.

[quibbs126]

So because I saw someone like my initial post with Overdrive, for whatever reason he stayed in my brain and I was like “okay fine, I’ll attempt to design him again”

To be honest, I think generally he came out a lot better than last time, at least in the face. I’m not so sure on the rest, or more accurately, the arms

Drawing this I was like “oh dear god the TFO style is a pain”. Honestly I think my main issues are that these designs are some of the most 3D reliant with how boxy they are (like they’re some of the most toy-looking Transformers designs to me), and I’m not very experienced in that, and also I have this need to make the designs as simple as possible, even if the design ends up looking kind of plain, as seen here

Like I know generally how the TF One characters are built. They have a basic body of components and gears and stuff that’s all black, alongside a silver head piece (I don’t think there’s any outside of Shockwave or people with masks that have a non-silver face, but correct me if I’m wrong). Then on top of that they have pieces meant to cover that black skeleton, giving their body protection and making them individual. Like they’re thinner pieces of metal meant to go over their basic bodies. I don’t know how fully to describe it but I know how they work

I just don’t know how to draw that well. G1 is blocky but they’re made up of solid blocks, not pieces on top of a basic framework, and I struggle to figure out how it works

What was I saying? I think I got carried away there, sorry. Point is I’m bad at drawing Overdrive in this style and I kind of don’t like drawing it. It’s probably just an issue of me not being able to leave my comfort zone and being spoiled with TFA style yesterday

Unfortunately, Overdrive has to stay in this style because he’s specific to this universe

Anyways, moving on for real this time

So his design is now pretty heavily inspired by some Jetfire toys I found when looking for references to use (but mostly this first one)

It’s also the main basis for his color scheme this time around. Admittedly I do still think the red and white makes him look oddly similar to Ratchet, but oh well. Admittedly his design is allowed to at least have some blue paint, maybe I should give him some

But also one of the main bases of his head design here was another design I was making on the original, when I planned to expand the canvas and draw more. Unfortunately I got frustrated with posing blocks so I never did more, but I do have that one new addition now

His cockpit is yellow here because while I was testing out blue, I thought that with all the basis on Jetfire, he didn’t look enough like Starscream, so I gave him Starscream’s yellow. I ended up using the blue I was initially using on his eyes, which are the main reason they’re blue now

Not a lot of experimenting with the colors this time around, mostly since I didn’t want to lose the colors I was already using

Maybe I could have made his wing stripes black though? I’m realizing now that outside of his framework and vents, his design’s pretty much all reds and whites

I think his arms could probably do with more detail and refining as well. I just didn’t know how else to draw them

Now, as for other character things, I’ve settled on a few?

Like I think I’m gonna have him working on ground bridge technology. He does still work on going as fast as possible, but it’s more a personal thing. The things on his back are also experimental engines he made to go faster

He’s probably also banned from racing due to his technically illegal self-upgrades, which are at the very least illegal in the sport

But yeah, he’s on the bridge technology team, though admittedly he’s used more for his speed and general size. After the movie when their project can resume production again, he’s mostly used as the guy to scavenge parts and scout out good locations on the surface. Never mind the fact that he’s never really been on the surface before this, but he at least can make a quick getaway if need be

This is probably how he ends up encountering the Decepticons, or most importantly Starscream. They find him doing experiment stuff in the surface. My idea is that his team is trying to build a bridge portal up on the surface, given they know the technology works now. But also they’re kind of doing it in secret and possibly didn’t tell Optimus about it. But they’ve been causing stuff to happen with one of the Energon rivers up there for their portal (like redirecting it or making a dam or something, idk), which caused the Decepticons to take notice

Still not entirely sure on his personality, but I do know he takes great pride in his speed and no one being able to out-fly him. He also takes pride in his work as a scientist, both personal and professional. He may be a little too ambitious and intense on his plans for bridge technology, wanting to one day remote portal to distant galaxies, when they haven’t even tested if it can go to another receptor up on the surface yet. But he’s at least happy rambling about his projects

Honestly I think he currently reads as too Starscream, especially when Starscream has never been in his life, I feel like I need to add a bit more Skyfire in there. Just not sure how

But yeah, I think that’s about it on Overdrive for now. When will I continue? Who knows

[thewertsearch]

GG: what was the thing i told you to tell me to do? GG: right now, i mean CG: OK, DON'T ASK ME WHY, BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THAT EITHER. CG: BUT THAT BLUE SCREEN THERE CG: FIRST, LIKE I SAID, SHUT IT OFF […] CG: THEN YOU NEED TO DRAW IT.

In the context of the story, the Fourth Wall is essentially a powerful scrying tool. Now, Jade's already got a scrying tool, but maybe she's going to need one with a bit more oomph.

Dave has been tasked with mapping the Furthest Ring, and doing so requires an affinity for both space and time. Maybe Jade needs to scry on the Green Sun in space, allowing her to add its physical location to Dave's map. He's already coming to LOFAF, so why not multitask?

The blue flicker of the coat's lining is arresting. But you don't know it's a coat. That would only invite more questions. You don't know what it shields. Nor do you know whose shoulders it was meant to cover. If you knew that - if you even knew his name - you would understand terror no human ever has.

What name could possibly be this terrifying?

It has to be a name Jade knows, which means it's probably a name we know. English might be an established character, or an established character might transform into English later on.

Who'd be the most 'terrifying' character to be revealed as Lord English? I guess it’d be pretty horrific for Jade to learn that his name is Jade Harley, but it feels pretty far-fetched for her to just up and transform into a gigantic demon. His Time theming would make Aradia and Dave the prime suspects, but I can't think of a pair of Players less likely to become English. I guess we'll deal with this later.

You suddenly wonder where Jadesprite went.

I’m not sure what’s less reassuring – that WV has been ripping chunks out of the session, or that his depiction of LOHAC is falling to pieces.

What do you know that we don’t, Vagabond?

In your attempt to find an exit, you have pried some paneling off the walls. But you are no closer to discovering a means of escape. So you have resolved to build a fort instead.

Looks like we’re taking a trip to Imaginationland!

Your new queen is eager for your counsel. She wishes to know the royal itinerary she inherits. The itinerary, for now, is simple. She must wait for her fourth and final subject to arrive.

A fifth Exile? We can’t be getting a fifth Player at this stage of the game. Everything else aside, we don't have a Kernel Spire to accommodate them.

Besides, who’s even left to be Exiled? I’m losing hope that Team Sleuth are going to show up, and the Midnight Crew have no reason to Exile themselves - they've won.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Christmas date with Blurr

Short little thing for the holidays. Tried to get his speed talking to show. Have you guys seen that one RATBAT piece of Blurr and the lady?

Blurr revs his engine while you snuggle closer to the warm metal. It was fucking COLD and you were vastly underprepared for it. You had turned back to get a thicker jacket, but a certain blue speedster was impatient and snatched you up before driving off. Yes, the stars twinkled in the sky as beautiful as the lights strung among the trees and light poles. The snow looking glowly, the distant music cheerful. You were fucking freezing. Teeth chattering, goosebumps, can't feel your hands: freezing.

"I'msorrysweetspark, Ijustwantedtomakesurewegotherebeforetheyshutthelightsoff." He spoke rapid-fire as he tried to apologize, revving his engine again. A benefit of having a racer frame boyfriend was how much heat he put off. Miserable in the summer, but perfect in the winter. Despite the huffiness and annoyance, you were gonna soak it all in. Tucked up as close as possible and held in his arms.

It was hard to fault the bot completely. Needing to stay hidden was already difficult when he looked flashy in his altmode, and his regular mode would draw the worst kind of attention. The city had decorated the park into a winter wonderland that would only be up for one more night. Blurr had mentioned it plenty of times, and revealed that he had been scoping the place to find the right time to go with you. Before lights shut off and when there was no one else. Even with the lack of other humans, he had to keep to the trees, close enough to see and no closer.

"The lights are beautiful, even from a distance," he chatters on, carefully tightening his hold on you, nuzzling the side of your head, "Of course they aren't as beautiful as you."

You push at his helm playfully with a giggle, "Cheesy!"

"But true!" He flashes a grin and revs his engine. Heavy footsteps thudding over the snow in the shadows. Your own little hallmark scene, minus the CEO fiancé and small town with an obsession of Christmas. His faceplates find your cheek and he places an obnoxious kiss. You laugh and wiggle out of his grip and onto the snowy ground. Cold be damned, you were gonna throw a snowball at him. Fingers reaching into the icy white blanket beneath you as he cocked his head, trying to figure out what exactly you were doing. His face was so cute… The perfect target.

Blurr steps back in shock as the snowball hits him right between the optics. His mouth agape, steam rising where it melts.

"Sweetsparkhowcouldyou!?" You cackle and make another snowball, intent on getting him again. But the bot is fast and dashes away and around you, scooping you back into his arms, "Ithoughtyoulovedme!" "I do." You reply, before smashing the snowball into his face. He looks shocked again.

"Ohsweetspark, Ithoughtwehadsomething, Ireallydid." He starts walking and you worry you took it too far. Maybe should have explained snowball fights first.

"I'll forgive you this time." He reaches up to the tree you are being held under, and shakes a branch. You let out a screech as ice goes down your thin jacket. Smacking against his plating, you call him a few choice words. He just nuzzles your cheek with a grin and point out how you started it.

"I though you loved me." you repeat his own pitiful declaration of doubt.

"Oh sweetspark. Of course I do!" He sees the way you shiver and chatter worse than before, "Enough to keep you from freezing to death." He finds his way back to the roadway and transforms around you. Once you are comfortably sat in the passenger seat, he activates his holoavatar and turns up the heat.

"Ooooh much better," You settle back in the seat and sigh happily.

"You'll warm up quicker if you take that wet clothing off." The holo-avatar wiggles his brows and you roll your eyes. Blurr drives on, mindful of the ice and resisting the urge to speed through the streets. Watching out the window as city lights fade into sparse streetlights of the highway.

"Why did you want to take me there so badly?" You ask, chin in your hand, "It was nice but…" You stop talking when you glance at the Holo-avatar. It's gone tense, a sign that Blurr is uncomfortable so you drop it.

Blurr isn't heading towards your place, and turns into a neighborhood not your own. You narrow your eyes, mouth open about to question it. Turning the corner, it looks like you're in Santa's village. Every house decked out in lights and decor. Music, lights, the heater going. The only way to make this better would be a big mug of cocoa. You turn with a squeal and look at his holo-avatar, pointing at the giant nutcrackers standing guard.

"Look at them! Look at how cool those are!" A few more streets down, and you unbuckle to scoot closer to the avatar. Leaning against him as he cruises through the neighborhood, up and down each street. Nice and slow. Practically a glacial pace compared to what he prefers. You smile wide and talk about Christmas memories, different gifts you remember and traditions you wish to do again. After going through the large neighborhood, Blurr finds a place to park, still in view of the sparkling lights. Humming along to the music, you rest your head on the shoulder of the avatar, his arm around you. "I saw some couples." His voice crackles over the music, preferring to speak to you this way, even with the facsimile of a person in the driver seat.

"Couples? Walking around?" You look out the window trying to see what he sees, and why he pointed it out.

"At the park." He starts, "I saw couples at the park and thought maybe… Wellyouoncesaidyouwishedwecoulddocouplethings. AndIsawpeopleholdinghandsandwalkingunderthelights. Kissing under a plant."

"Kissing under a plant…" You think for a moment, eyes lighting up as you realize. Leaning close and putting your arms around the avatars neck, you smile "Mistletoe. You wanted to do couple things with me?"

The avatar nods and he speaks quickly again, "Iwantedtospendtimewithyoudoingsomethingspecial. Youseemtoreallylikethistimeofyear. Ieventriedtryingtobuyyouthatchocolatedrinkyoulovesomuchbut-"

You silence him with a kiss to the holo-avatar. It's weird to kiss it. Him, this way. Like kissing an old tv after turning it off, the buzz of static against your lips. The feel of something there, but knowing it was just a very real projection. His engine growls.

"My last partner complained about this all being 'basic bitch' stuff." You said, snuggling closer, "but I love it. Romantic snowy walks under the lights…. A drive with you is just as good. Actually better. I don't have to be cold."

The speedster smiles back, engine growling, "You'renotupsetwecan'tkissunderaplant?"

You grin, reaching for one of your festive Mistletoe earrings and hold it above your head, "I think I can make it happen."

[batterfang]

AI Art and Goth

I'm going to be yelling into the void here, I know, but I want to get this out there because it's frustrating and I just need to yell about it okay lol. It's my blog, I'll complain if I want to.

So, recently there's been some discussion online about bands/record labels in the goth scene potentially using AI generated "art" for their album/single covers. Why does this matter, to me? It matters because as an artist myself, I know the time that goes into creating a piece. The hours, months, and years I've spent laboring away at something that means so much to me. A piece of my soul is in every little drawing or painting I make with intention. My art is my mark in this huge world and evidence that I existed. It's an extension of my feelings and thoughts and loves. That's what art means to me.

On the other side, you have ai generators. On top of frankensteining images from the internet at large, they can also steal pictures or artworks and overlay filters on top of them to make them look like the generator made them. (So I've learned today, which makes me very upset and I also learned what "scraping" means.)

So with that said, I'm sure anyone would understand why record labels maybe using ai instead of hiring artists to create an original piece OR using the huge selection of public domain works that are available is frustrating and an ethics issue. Right? Especially those people that are a part of a subculture that is based on an art form - music. Right?? Apparently that's not the case because there was waaay too many people for comfort arguing that it doesn't matter. "Who cares if they're using ai art?" ... "It doesn't look like ai art to me, stop this holy crusade." ... "This is just rage bait." ... "What about sampling used in music? It's the same thing." To that last one especially, NO IT IS NOT, THANK YOU LOL. Artists interacting with another artist's work and transforming it is not the same as a computer stealing images and spitting out a monstrosity. You might tune your inputs to get a certain outcome, but that computer is doing all the work, all the composing, it's placing everything in that image. Why don't people understand what art means?

Whether or not these suspicious cover arts are in fact ai is up for debate, I'm not arguing that. (Though after personally reaching out to one record label about it and having received the most vague answer possible where they didn't even address my questions fully, I'm even more convinced that they're probably using ai.) What I'm arguing here is that it shouldn't be acceptable, from an ethical and moral standpoint. I don't want souless ai generated pictures to become the norm in the subculture. I want artists to support each other. I want the goth community to support it's artists and musicians. The use of ai art cheapens art in the worst way and harms artists and I cannot vibe with anyone who thinks otherwise.

If you read all this, thanks for taking the time.

[tgmsunmontue]

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 8/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

EIGHT

                When they go back downstairs Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell are both standing at the opposite ends of the kitchen, looking angry. He chances a quick look with Bradley who simply rolls his eyes. Definitely weird.

                “Dinner should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

                “Thank you.”

                “Yeah. Thanks,” Bradley adds and Jake knows he considers these two men some type of parents but his whole attitude screams disrespect and Jake wonders when Bradley might get over himself. He doesn’t want to risk disciplinary action by association. Although, he supposes, Admiral Kazansky can definitely tell that it’s all on Bradley, which is a blessing. The silence is definitely awkward, and he doesn’t know what he can possibly talk about when every subject is a potential minefield, so silence seems like the best choice for now. Admiral Kazansky does offer drinks, of which only Captain Mitchell accepts, asking for a beer and for some reason there is huffs and eye rolling and Jake has no idea what is going on.

                Weird.

                The food finally arrives and they eat and make polite conversation, none of it of any substance. Jake desperately wants to ask how long Admiral Kazansky has known about Transformers. He also wants to ask Captain Mitchell what he’s worked on in the past, because he suspects he’s going to get to learn all about the mechanical workings and help build Jetfire. That’s something that has him buzzing, something he’s wanted to do since he was a kid and not been able to do and now being given even the chance has him excited.

                Dustdrift and Ninja are in the garage and he can tell that Captain Mitchell is itching to get out there. There are definitely more silent conversations happening around the table than there are actual spoken ones and he’s certain he feels almost glancing blows as either Admiral Kazansky or Captain Mitchell kick each other under the table. Or maybe Bradley is the one doing the kicking. Regardless, he draws his ankles under his chair where they’ll be safe from roaming kicks.

                When they’re finished Captain Mitchell automatically starts clearing the trash and stacking the used plates into the dishwasher, clearly comfortable in the Admiral’s house and a pleased smile breaks out on his face when Bradley goes to help him.

                “Oh…” Ice says, voice soft and Jake is fairly certain he hadn’t meant to make a sound. He looks at the domestic scene and wonders what it’s about. Before he can think about it too much Admiral Kazansky is pushing his chair back and inclining his head, clearly intending for Jake to follow him. He enters a study, large desk taking up a large portion of the room, there are photos, maps, books and knick-knacks he’d love to go and study but he stands there, very mindful that this is clearly a conversation Admiral Kazansky wishes to have in private. Or maybe to give Bradley and Captain Mitchell some privacy. Then Admiral Kazansky is reaching behind the door and handing Jake a set of khakis.

                “Here. They’re not up to current regulations but they’re still a step up from civvies.” Jake takes the coat hanger and looks, sees the Kazansky nameplate and his eyebrows shoot up. “They’re old, I was keeping them for sentimental reasons. And I would like them back, however we can make some exceptions given the current… situation.”

                “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.”

                “Don’t speak too soon Lieutenant, we need to have a talk.”

                “Sir?”

                “Please, this is an informal talk. Very informal. I’m about to trust you with something that only a handful of people know.”

                Jake doesn’t know if he’s ready for state secrets, it’s bad enough knowing that his new knowledge of the Transformers is going to no doubt have a considerable impact on his career, and he doesn’t know if it will be positive of negative yet.

                “Do you have to tell me sir?”

                “Well, I have been informed it would be best for you to know, so that you are not caught by surprise should a… situation arise.”

                Jake has no fucking clue what sort of situation he could be referring to. They’ve already got fucking transforming robots, what else could there be? If it’s informal as it is?

                “Now generally this is very much a case of don’t ask –”

                His stomach plummets, skin instantly clammy and then his stomach is rushing back up and he swallows against the urge to throw up.

                “Did Bradley say something?”

                “What?”

                Jake snaps his mouth shut, mind racing back over the conversation he’d had earlier with Bradley. That they knew that Bradley was… not straight. That they were fine with it. Sort of. Fuck. What does any of that even mean?

                “Sorry sir. You were saying?”

                Admiral Kazansky’s eyes have narrowed and Jake swallows.

                “I’m gay and have been in a relationship with Captain Mitchell for twenty years. Give or take.”

                Jake’s sure his jaw hits the floor. Of all the things he was expecting, that was not it. Likewise the relief that floods through him makes his knees feel a little wobbly and he locks them tight. Bradley’s cryptic as fuck comments make way more sense now in hindsight.

                “Holy shit. Me too.” Admiral Kazansky’s eyebrows go up, and Jake is pretty sure his lips are twitching with amusement and he replays what he just said. “Uh. Just the gay part, not the relationship part…”

                “Yes. I gathered as much. Well. Pete thought it prudent that you were made aware it was a fact so that you could… avoid revealing said fact, even accidentally.”

                “Of course sir. Distract, deflect and divert right?”

                “I like your thinking lieutenant.”

…            …            …

                “Did you remember to tell him that he could have the other guest room?”

                “Shit. No. I forgot.”

                “So, we’ve just put two young men in a room with one bed, despite there being a perfectly empty second bedroom.”

                “Two young men who aren’t straight.”

                “Really? Huh. Well, it is possible they’re just…”

                “They met for the first time today. Bradley may have changed, but I don’t think he’d…”

                “I would have. Ha. I did.”

                “Jesus Mav, you aren’t reassuring me.”

                “Okay, how’s this for being reassuring. The guest bedroom they’re in is on the opposite side of the house and we won’t hear anything.”

                “Still not helping!”

                “He’s twenty-four – ”

                “Six.”

                “What?”

                “He’s twenty-six.”

                “No. I know… oh my god. You’re right. He’s twenty-six.”

                Pete’s voice breaks a little and Tom wraps his arms around him and holds him tight. He knows they’ll start building back their relationship from before, but it will be different and it will have scars and tender patches with bruises that will hurt for years, especially if either of them press too hard. They’re both a little too hot-headed and volatile sometimes and he can only hope that Seresin is calm and collected under pressure, because he’s fairly certain that their futures are all now intrinsically twisted together.

…            …            …

                “Holy shit, Admiral Kazansky is gay and in a relationship with Captain Mitchell.”

                “Uh. Did you figure that out, or are you asking me?” Bradley asks him, and he’s changed into a sleeveless undershirt and boxers, clearly getting ready for bed. Even used to communal living like he is it feels a lot more intimate with them in a room with a single large bed.

                “No. He just flat out told me. Said he was trusting me. Holy shit.”

                “Oh. Thank fuck.”

                “You knew,” Jake states, even though he already suspected that was the case.

                “Yeah, of course I did. Mav is my godfather and Ice is… Ice. Uncle Ice.”

                “Right. Makes sense that you’d know. Except you weren’t talking to them for the last few years because of the secret that your Bronco decided to spill… Weird coincidence that we’ve got a bunch of Transformers and naval aviators and none of the naval aviators are… straight,” Jake says. Because Bradley still hasn’t specified exactly how he identifies, and that’s fine, he might be a little curious, but he doesn’t have to know. It’s enough to know that he’s not actually alone in that respect either, not that he thought he was, but suspecting and knowing are two very distinct things and it’s making him feel quite buoyant.

                “Yeah, you’re right. Although if what Dustdrift said then they came to my dad first, and he was very much… actually. I’m assuming he was straight because he was married to my mom, but he could have been bisexual I guess.”

                “You’ve taken this whole thing really… calmly,” Jake states.

                “Well, I always suspected something was up, so today has just been the confirmation that I’m not actually going crazy and imagining the fact that I haven’t ever paid for gas…”

                “Well, I’ve got a horse truck that needs filling up if you want that life experience…”

                Bradley laughs and Jake finds himself smiling at the sound, because it’s somewhat of a relief that even after everything something as mundane as putting gas in a truck can somehow be funny. Also Bradley looks good, all happy and relaxed, his arms are nicely defined with muscle and yeah, he’s got long legs and Jake should probably stop staring. Not that Bradley seems to have noticed at all, which is a relief.

                “So, now that you know Mav isn’t using the other guest room, you’re welcome to it. We don’t have to share.”

                Jake blinks, a little taken aback, because that logistic hadn’t occurred to him. Of course Captain Mitchell is comfortable here, he likely spends a large chunk of time here, no wonder he simply started clearing the trash and packing the dishwasher, will be sleeping in Admiral Kazansky’s bedroom. Huh.

                “I’m the actual guest, surely you should go to the other room?”

                “Bullshit. I’m just as much a guest as you are. I’ve never lived here. Haven’t called any house of Mav’s or Ice’s home since I was eighteen.”

                “Yeah, and how long has that been then?”

                “Eight years.”

                “Oh. Huh.”

                “Just make up your mind. I don’t care. Less loads of washing if we share though.”

                “Yeah… yeah okay,” Jake agrees, because it’s a flimsy excuse but it’s still better than admitting he struggles to fall asleep when he’s not in a room with several other people, his time at USNA and now in bunks or racks meaning he needs the sound of other’s breathing to lull him to sleep.

NINE

[raayllum]

what roles do characters in TDP have? (main cast predictions pre s4)

Thereby, I think Claudia’s defection will only begin once he’s out (circa S5) and that we’ll see her go full villain and possibly separate even from her father.

For Viren, all his prior goals have blown up in his face, and death is often depicted in stories as a transformative experience. Therefore, I think he’ll start to regret or doubt his previous actions and involvement with Aaravos, especially as the Startouch elf draws Claudia in deeper and he sees the toll all the dark magic has taken on his daughter.

Putting Claudia and Viren’s goals ultimately in opposition this season is not only fresh and different to what we’ve seen before, but it also keeps tension within the dynamic, as we can tell they’re hurtling towards a collision course of misunderstanding, hurt, and Claudia feeling betrayed by yet another person she loves.

As a character, Ezran is one of the most constant. I think he’ll start S4 representing a simplistic view of Love as a concept as a good and powerful force that can overcome anything, as we see in his speech that seems to happen early on in the season: “We all want peace and we all want love. But violence tests us.” This is largely the perspective on love that the series has outwardly represented, but the series has already complicated it by showing what twisted love (grief turned to anger, or blind devotion) can do to a person or relationships in destructive ways. I think we’ll see him witness more of that first hand and see him make some more hard choices.

TERRY: The story we just heard, maybe it started as a story of love. But along the way, it got twisted.

Soren is another character where his specific S4 arc isn’t as clear to me, although I think he’ll mostly be addressing his inner turmoil over 1) his sister’s reappearance and 2) his father’s survival. [...] I could also see Soren stepping more into that “I’m the Protector” role.

I think this’ll culminate in Rayla, who’s always been exceedingly independent and mobile, being constrained and dependent. Just as she removed Callum’s agency by leaving him behind, hers will be removed in having her be taken captive and used as bait.

Then you have Callum, who we have a bit more clarity on because we know more about what he’s been up to. I thought since post-S3 and even pre-TTM his S4 arc would relate to pursuing more magic/knowledge in ways that ultimately weren’t entirely healthy as a way to patch up lingering self worth issues. (A bit of an Icarus, if you will.) 

neither Callum nor Rayla can be wholly right in S4. In order to repair their relationship, they both have to let go of a lot of hurt (for Callum his anger, for Rayla her reservations). They both need opportunities to reaffirm their love for each other.

Rayla did something self destructive in leaving in TTM, so I think Callum will do something self destructive to help protect her.

This gives them both the biggest arcs that simultaneously bring them back to each other. For Rayla, she wants to get her family back but this time trusts Callum to help her, and for Callum, he wants his cube / safety back in taking down Aaravos, this time with Rayla at his side to help keep him centred (if they go full force with the dark light motif they’re building, for Rayllum in particular).

[quirkwizard]

Hello! Thoughts on a tattoo-themed quirk? I'm thinking it'd be something like, being able to manifest your tattoo's in a way like Sandstorm. If not, how do you think a tattoo quirk would work? Can you make one? :DD Thank you, in advance! You can ignore this tho!

Do you think you could make a quirk based off of henna? Like maybe the character could create and then manifest their drawings into real things? Like henna chains into real chains?

While I do think you could do something inspired by tattoos, but I'm not sure about full blown "making your tattoos" real. That just opens a whole can of worms since there's a lot of creative freedom in how tattoos can be designed. I think something more inspired by simplistic body paints and markings, such as the henna or tatau, is a nice middle ground to go off from.

I see it working as a Transformation type Quirk that allows the user to make various colored markings around their body resembling tattoos. The user can alter the shape, color, and position of these, able to cover up to twenty percent of their body with any number of images. The user can project these items off of their body up to short ranges, making them grow larger in the process. This is dependent on the surface area used, so the full twenty percent would make something half as large as the user. The user's alterations cannot grant new properties. So if they made a dragon, it wouldn't breathe fire, but could take advantage of its wings for mobility or claws for combat. This gives the user a versatile ability, able to paint themselves with all sorts of additions and augmentations. They can battle multiple foes at a time, switch up their fighting style on the fly, shape their markings as the situation calls for it, augment their body with new parts and armor, or simply express themselves through the art on their body. Though the user cannot make anything complex, mostly keeping it to simple shapes and outlines, and will need to focus to sustain it's shape. The projects are rather average in terms of abilities and limited in surface area, relying more on their variety to make the most of them. A possible name for the Quirk could be "Body Paint".

[starrylothcat]

STARRY BB!!! I come bearing a humble request

“a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite,  teeth bruising skin”

with Hunter 😈🥰

LUV UUU

The Beast Within

Pairing: Beast!Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Mature themes. Mentions of blood and sex. Biting/kissing. Reader is kind of a monsterfucker. Hunter is a werewolf/vampire/monster close to transforming. Whichever beast you prefer. 😘

WC: ~900

A/N: I got carried away and made this a lil Halloween drabble! Sexy and dangerous monster/beast/werewolf Hunter anyone? You are all enabling me in writing feral Hunter! And I love it! Thanks for the ask, babe! 🫶

The moon hung heavy overhead, casting a pale glow through the window. The moon was only a day or two away from being full, but you didn’t need to look up in the sky to know that.

Based on the predatory shine in Hunter’s eyes as they roamed your form beneath him, you knew the full moon was close. His usual brown irises now had a golden hue, his pupils slit.

Hunter’s canines were longer and sharper. His fingernails may as well have been claws digging into the soft sides of your body as he growled against your mouth, his tongue delving deeper.

He wasn’t fully transformed, not yet. It usually started slow, a few days before. His urges became more animalistic, his senses somehow becoming even more acute, which drove him to the brink of madness, especially around you.

Under normal circumstances, he could smell you, hear you, sense you more so than any other man.

When he was close to transforming…he was insatiable. Your pheromones intoxicated him, egging on the beast inside that lay in wait.

Your normal passionate love-making turned animalistic fucking, which you took great enjoyment in.

Maybe it was the slight danger, knowing he could rip you open if he wasn’t careful. Possibly it was the thought that this was the real him, the real beast he kept at bay every single day, only able to free himself from those constraints these few nights.

Or maybe it was the full-body, mind-melting, hours-long intense fucking that happened right before he transformed.

Or maybe it was all of it combined.

You could feel his rigid length against your stomach, his growls becoming more feral, resonating from his chest, reverberating against your body.

His fangs caught slightly on your lower lip, drawing a speck of blood, his hands tearing at your clothes.

You moaned at the sensation, his sharp nails dragging down your torso, his lips moving to your neck. His rough pants against your hot skin enticed you, arching yourself more toward him.

“Hunter…” You gasped, entangling your fingers in his hair, tugging him down to your neck further.

You knew he was holding back, not wanting to hurt you, what was left of his conscious mind still hanging on by a thread.

“Please…more…” You pressed your hips up against him, rubbing on his cock. The sound Hunter made was a strangled whine, his canines trailing down your neck. You shivered, mewling as goosebumps erupted on your skin.

“Careful…what you ask for…mesh’la.” His tone had a low, snarling edge to it that sent shockwaves of arousal straight to your core, knowing he could smell it.

Hunter sucked at your neck, tasting your sweet sweat, palming one of your breasts with one hand, the other back to deliciously digging into your side, pinning you down on the bed beneath him.

There was no escape.

His sucks became harder, his tongue swirling over the emerging bruise. He was rutting against you now, desperate whines escaping him as his canines began to dig further into your supple flesh.

You tasted so good…so good…almost good enough to eat.

You gasped his name, pulling on his hair which seemed to have grown longer overnight, as you felt his fangs dig harder into your flesh.

You let out a cry as Hunter’s fangs broke the skin of your neck, sucking hard. Hunter let out a primal groan, his body shivering as he tasted your sugared blood on his tongue. His mind was screaming at him to stop, before he did something he regretted, before he actually hurt you.

Reluctantly, with the ounce of control Hunter still had left, he released your neck, licking at the marks he left, savoring your warm blood.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, his lips back on yours for a brief, sweet kiss. The gentle man that still had a thin string of command left in his mind was back, just for a moment.

He was about to apologize, but as he gazed down at you, the moonlight highlighting your flushed form, heaving chest, and swollen parted lips, he could feel the beast claw its way back. Your arousal filled the room and his nostrils so thickly, Hunter thought he might suffocate.

You liked it. You wanted more.

His pupils slitted, the beast coming back to the forefront of his consciousness.

The rest of your clothing was shed, torn into pieces.

Hunter pressed you down into the mattress face-first, yanking your hips up to meet him as he knelt behind you, almost fully formed claws indenting into your hips.

There was no going back now.

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